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

"Weiwei, Nan Yifeng agreed to meet her only because of my aunt's request, and I think he wanted to make things clear with Xiao Bing." Xu Xiaoxiao guessed.

After all, Nan Yifeng was different from Fu Yanchen. He had never owed Xiao Bing anything, and he didn't need to repay any favor.

So, this meeting might just be a chance to put an end to everything.

After hearing this explanation, Nan Weiwei still asked with some confusion: "Really?" She knew a lot about Nan Yifeng, but she still had reservations about Xu Xiaoxiao's statement.

Xu Xiaoxiao answered without hesitation: "Of course it's true! If you don't believe me, don't you believe Nan Yifeng?"

Her tone was full of affirmation and confidence, as if she was convinced that her judgment was correct.

"This time, you must not do those stupid things again, such as following him. Didn't Nan Yifeng give you a clear and unambiguous answer last time? You have to believe him. Nan Yifeng is a responsible person. He will handle everything properly in his own way."

Xu Xiaoxiao's words were full of sincerity and trust, like a bright light, illuminating the dark corner of Nan Weiwei's heart caused by confusion.

Nan Weiwei heard this and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. It was a kind of relief and also a kind of self-reconciliation.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Tomorrow, I won't disrupt their meeting. I'll go to work when I'm supposed to, eat when I'm supposed to, and drink water when I'm supposed to. Life has to go on, doesn't it?"

She said this as if to cheer herself up and also to say goodbye to the persistent self in the past.

After hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao's face blossomed into a gratified smile. It was a recognition of her friend's growth and a testimony to the depth of their friendship.

"Yes, this is the Nan Weiwei I know, who dares to love and hate, and knows how to let go. Life should always be a little free and easy, right?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in her words, but they were also full of affection.

As the night deepened, the moonlight outside the window was like water, quietly sprinkling on the two of them, adding a touch of tenderness to this friendship.

Xu Xiaoxiao yawned, a hint of sleepiness flashed in her eyes, "Let's go to bed, it's already so late, I don't want to go to work with a pair of panda eyes tomorrow, that would really affect my image, I'm going to sleep with beauty gel."

There was a hint of playfulness in her words, but they also revealed her love and cherishment for life.

"Good night!" Xu Xiaoxiao said hello to Nan Weiwei and went back to her room.

"Good night!" Nan Weiwei's voice fell softly. Those words were not only a farewell to Xu Xiaoxiao, but also seemed to be a whisper to a corner of her heart, with a hint of relief and expectation.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the gap in the curtains and shone into the house, Nan Weiwei found that Xu Xiaoxiao was not as energetic as last night.

She was lying on the bed, looking pale and sneezing. She obviously had a cold and had a slight fever. Nan Weiwei quickly took out the thermometer and measured her temperature, which was 38.9 degrees.

Looking at Xu Xiaoxiao like this, Nan Weiwei's heart was filled with guilt.

Last night, in order to let her mother feel at ease while she went out, she casually mentioned that Xu Xiaoxiao was sick. Unexpectedly, this mention turned out to be like a prophecy, and Xu Xiaoxiao really fell ill.

Her heart was filled with guilt, as if her words had brought misfortune.

"Xiaoxiao, um... you should have a good rest and don't go to the store."

There was some anxiety and concern in Nan Weiwei's voice. She really didn't want Xu Xiaoxiao's condition to get worse because of work.

She knew that Xu Xiaoxiao had always been a workaholic, but at this moment, health was the most important thing.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao forced a smile even though she felt unwell.

"It's okay, Weiwei, I'll just take some medicine and I'll be fine. I can't let go of the things in the store, don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

Her words revealed a tenacity and sense of responsibility, which moved Nan Weiwei and made her feel distressed.

But Nan Weiwei still insisted on her position, "No, Xiaoxiao, you need to rest now. Health is the capital of revolution. I can help you with the store affairs, just rest assured and recuperate."

There was unquestionable firmness in her tone, as if she was telling Xu Xiaoxiao that this time, she had to obey the arrangements.

In the end, under Nan Weiwei's insistence, Xu Xiaoxiao reluctantly agreed to rest at home.

"You have to worry about the store... A-choo..." Xu Xiaoxiao's words were interrupted by a sudden sneeze. She shook her head helplessly. This season is not the time to catch a cold, but she happened to get one.

Nan Weiwei felt even more guilty when she saw this. Why did her bad words not work for good but were so effective for bad?

Seeing Xu Xiaoxiao's uncomfortable look, she hurried forward, gently patted Xu Xiaoxiao's back, and said softly: "I know, I know, you should have a good rest and remember to take medicine on time, otherwise the disease will not be cured. I will take care of the things in the store, don't worry."

Xu Xiaoxiao forced a smile. She knew that Nan Weiwei cared about her sincerely, and she also knew that what she needed most now was rest and recovery.

So, she nodded and said softly: "Well, go ahead, I'll leave the store's affairs to you. Also, don't think too much about the appointment between Nan Yifeng and Xiao Bing this afternoon. Believe in Nan Yifeng, he won't betray you."

Speaking of Nan Yifeng, a hint of worry flashed in Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes. She knew Nan Weiwei's feelings for Nan Yifeng, and she also knew that Nan Weiwei was worried that Nan Yifeng and Xiao Bing's meeting would cause some unnecessary misunderstandings or conflicts.

However, she also believed in Nan Yifeng's character and believed that he would handle everything.

Nan Weiwei felt a warm current in her heart when she heard this. She looked at Xu Xiaoxiao gratefully and said softly, "Thank you, Xiaoxiao. I know what to do, and I will trust Nan Yifeng. You should also have a good rest. I will take good care of myself and the store."

After Nan Weiwei left, Xu Xiaoxiao followed the instructions and took the medicine.

The drug took effect quickly, and she felt a strong sense of sleepiness coming over her. She felt as if she was wrapped in gentle waves and slowly sank into the depths of sleep.

In a daze, she seemed to see a vague figure approaching quietly. The figure brought with it an indescribable sense of familiarity and a faint scent of agarwood, which was the unique scent of Fu Yanchen.

"Fu Yanchen, is that you?" Xu Xiaoxiao murmured in a daze, her voice thin as a thread, but with a barely perceptible hint of expectation.

The figure seemed to pause for a moment, and then a slight sigh was heard, the voice full of helplessness and pampering.

"You're so old, but you still can't take care of yourself. You turned on the air conditioner last night and didn't cover yourself with a blanket!" Fu Yanchen's voice rang in her ears, clear and real, as if he was really standing beside the bed, staring at her with his deep eyes.

A warm feeling surged in Xu Xiaoxiao's heart. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy and she couldn't open them.

She could only feel Fu Yanchen's gentle movements. He seemed to have gone to the bathroom, then came back with a wet towel and gently put it on her forehead. The coolness instantly dispelled her discomfort and made her feel refreshed.

"Thank you, Yanchen." Xu Xiaoxiao said silently in her heart, and then fell into a deep sleep.

In her dream, she seemed to have returned to the wonderful times she had spent with Fu Yanchen. All that warmth and laughter replayed in her mind like a movie, making her feel extremely happy and satisfied.

"Fu Yanchen,..." Xu Xiaoxiao murmured softly in her dream. There was an imperceptible tremor in her voice, as if she was expressing the longing and desire in her heart.

The blurry figure seemed to have heard her call and moved closer to her.

Fu Yanchen's breath became clearer and clearer, as if he was really standing beside her bed, gently stroking her cheek with his warm hands.

"Xiaoxiao." Fu Yanchen's voice sounded in her ears, gentle and affectionate, as if he had come from a distant place just to reunite with her at this moment.

Xu Xiaoxiao's heart trembled suddenly. She seemed to feel Fu Yanchen's warmth. The familiar feeling made her eyes wet with tears instantly.

At this moment, she wanted to let go of all the grudges and hug him tightly.

However, when she tried to reach out and touch the blurry figure, she found that she could not touch it at all.

She suddenly opened her eyes and found herself still lying on the bed. Everything around her was so familiar, so real, yet empty, without Fu Yanchen.

It turns out that it was just a dream.

An indescribable feeling of loss and emptiness surged in Xu Xiaoxiao's heart. She bit her lower lip tightly, as if trying to suppress the gasp that was about to come out.

She got out of bed and wanted to go to the bathroom, but as soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy and almost fell. At this moment, a tall figure appeared in front of her and reached out to support her.