Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1203 Let’s talk

Xu Xiaoxiao stood at the door, looking at Nan Yifeng's familiar and slightly haggard face, feeling mixed emotions.

She didn't want Nan Weiwei to be separated from Nan Yifeng like this, and she didn't want to see Nan Weiwei suffer because of this matter.

So, after hesitating for a moment, she gently pushed the door open and let Nan Yifeng in.

When Nan Yifeng stepped into the living room, his eyes were immediately attracted by Nan Weiwei who was crying on the sofa.

Her tears rolled down like beads from a broken string, her eyes were red and swollen, and it was obvious that she had been crying for a long time.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoxiao's originally pretty face looked extremely haggard and tired, with deep helplessness and worry flashing in her eyes.

She sighed softly, and the sigh sounded as heavy as if she was carrying a heavy burden. Then she said in a low and slightly hoarse voice:

"Nan Yifeng, I have always regarded you as my elder brother and my close friend. However, when it comes to the emotional entanglement between you and Weiwei... To be honest, even I don't know how to start. I really don't know where to begin!"

After a brief pause, she continued, "Do you really have to break up?"

Nan Yifeng replied firmly, "I definitely won't. I will never break up with Weiwei."

After hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao sighed helplessly and said slowly:

"Nan Yifeng, Weiwei has just called you, and you must have heard what she said. As for why she resolutely made up her mind to break up with you, I guess it was probably because of what she had experienced before. Well, as for Weiwei... ever since she suffered such a tragic injury, she has always been unable to let it go. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get over the hurdle of having her self-esteem wantonly trampled on by others. That's why she finally made such a decisive decision. But look at you... you actually agreed."

When she said this, Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly felt as if something was choking her throat, and her voice began to become choked.

She had to stop talking temporarily and adjust her breathing a little, as if she was trying her best to calm the surging emotions in her heart.

After hearing this, Nan Yifeng, who was standing aside, felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if a sharp dagger had mercilessly pierced deep into his heart.

In fact, he knew the great pain and struggle that Nan Weiwei was enduring deep in her heart. However, at this moment, he really didn't know what method he should take to comfort this woman who made him feel so distressed, and he didn't know how to really help her slowly heal the scarred heart.

So, he walked slowly with heavy steps towards the direction where Nan Weiwei was.

As he got closer, he carefully slowed down his pace, for fear of disturbing the person in front of him who was as fragile as a candle in the wind.

Then he slowly squatted down, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of breaking a precious piece of porcelain.

Then, he called out to the person curled up in front of him in a voice full of affection and tenderness: "Weiwei? It's me, Nan Yifeng, I'm here... Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Nan Weiwei, who had been immersed in sadness and unable to extricate herself, trembled involuntarily when she heard this familiar and warm voice, and her originally surging crying also paused for a moment.

However, this brief peace did not last long, because the endless pain deep in her heart was too heavy for her to bear.

Then, just a few seconds later, her throat, which had become hoarse from crying, burst into another heart-wrenching cry. At this moment, she was like a wounded little animal, and could only vent all the fear, helplessness and despair in her heart through crying.

Nan Weiwei hugged her knees tightly and buried her little head deeply in her arms, as if only in this way could she temporarily escape from this cruel and ruthless world and avoid those painful memories that broke her heart and the cold reality that she could not bear to face.

Nan Yifeng was even more worried when he saw this. "Weiwei, Weiwei, are you...are you okay?" Nan Yifeng's voice was full of anxiety and concern. He stared at Nan Weiwei's face, which looked particularly weak due to crying, and his heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles.

Nan Weiwei looked at him with drunken eyes, as if she was trying hard to recognize the person in front of her.

She stretched out her hand and gently rubbed Nan Yifeng's hair with her fingers, her movements were somewhat blurred and intimate: "Xiaoxiao... is he, is he Nan Yifeng?"

Xu Xiaoxiao stood aside, watching this scene, helplessly held her forehead, and then nodded: "Yes! It's real, he is Nan Yifeng."

After hearing this, Nan Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and then she started laughing foolishly like a child.

Her originally clear and bright eyes now flashed with a hint of confusion and trance, as if she was immersed in an illusory yet beautiful dream.

She tilted her head slightly, raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a slightly silly smile, and whispered softly: "Nan Yifeng...hehe, why...are you here...?" She could no longer speak clearly.

"Hey, I... shouldn't I be on the plane right now... How strange! Why am I here? This is... Xiaoxiao's home. Oh, I remember. Xiaoxiao didn't let me leave. In fact, I didn't want to leave either."

After parking the car, Fu Yanchen entered Xu Xiaoxiao's room and saw this scene with Nan Weiwei. Then he looked at Xu Xiaoxiao. Her face was red. She must have drunk alcohol as well. No, he had to take this little girl to the hospital for a check-up.

Nan Weiwei was still expressing her true feelings, "However, since you have come here, it means you must have known that I didn't go back... Hehehe, I really can't hide it from you! Okay, then I'll tell you in secret. In fact, I have already bought the plane ticket, and I was planning to leave this place today. But... wuwuwu... When I was really about to embark on the journey, my heart suddenly became very sad, as if something was tightly grasping my heart, making it impossible for me to take a step forward. So in the end, I decided to stay, because I really can't bear to leave you..."

Speaking of this, Nan Weiwei's eyes gradually became moist, and crystal tears slowly slid down her fair cheeks.

As she spoke, her tears, as crystal clear as pearls, began to fall uncontrollably from her eyes like a flood that broke through a dam.

Each teardrop carried endless sorrow and pain. They slowly flowed down her pale cheeks and finally gently fell on the back of Nan Yifeng's hand.

Those few drops of tears were like molten iron just out of the furnace, boiling and burning. They instantly penetrated the skin on the back of Nan Yifeng's hand and burned deep into his heart.

He trembled involuntarily, and an indescribable pain surged in his heart.

Nan Yifeng took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart.

He clenched his teeth tightly, using all his strength to restrain the flood of emotions that were about to burst out, and tried to make his voice sound as calm as water:

"Weiwei, listen to me... I know you're upset, and this happened very suddenly, but... can we find a quiet place to talk?"

He looked very calm, however, only he knew that his heart was already in a turmoil, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, which was getting tighter and tighter, causing him severe pain.

The pain was like thousands of tiny needles piercing his heart at the same time, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Nan Weiwei was stunned when she heard this. She stared at Nan Yifeng blankly, as if she was trying hard to think about something.

After a long while, she slowly spoke, her voice hoarse and low: "Talk... talk about what? Talk about how I was ruined by those bastards? Talk about how I became so dirty and so unbearable?"

Nan Yifeng's heart suddenly shrank, and he held Nan Weiwei's hand tightly, as if to pass on his strength to her: "Weiwei, don't say that. Those things are not your fault. You will always be the purest and most beautiful girl in my heart. What I want to talk about is how we should face the future and how we can get out of this shadow together."

When Nan Weiwei heard this, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

She looked at Nan Yifeng, as if looking for some answer.

After a long time, she slowly spoke, with a hint of firmness in her voice: "Nan Yifeng, thank you. With you here, I think I still have the courage to face all this. But...but I still need time, time to accept and heal."

Nan Yifeng felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this. He hugged Nan Weiwei tightly, as if he wanted to use his arms to warm her wounded heart: "Weiwei, no matter how much time you need, I will wait for you. I will always be by your side until you walk out of this shadow and find your happy and confident self again."

As the night deepened, the moonlight outside the window shone on Nan Yifeng and Nan Weiwei, as if casting a layer of soft glow on this pair of lovers who had gone through many hardships.

And in this silent night, two wounded hearts are slowly drawing closer, seeking comfort and strength from each other.

Fu Yanchen gently pulled Xu Xiaoxiao's sleeve, looked at her gently, and said with some suggestion and consideration in his tone: "Well, how about... we give them some space and let them talk it out?"

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao looked up at the couple hugging each other tightly in the room, and a trace of emotion welled up in her heart. She nodded and responded softly: "Well, that's good. They really need some time to sort out their thoughts."

Having said that, she and Fu Yanchen turned around and slowly walked out of the room.

Outside the door was another peaceful world. The light in the corridor was soft and warm, shining on them, casting long shadows.

"Fu Yanchen, um, how about..."