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

"You said..." Nan Yifeng asked.

Nan Weiwei recalled the dream scene she and Nan Yifeng had painted together. That was the most brilliant stroke on the painting. But now...

After hesitating for a long time, Nan Weiwei finally mustered up the courage to let these words fall lightly, yet extremely heavily between the two of them: "Nan Yifeng, let's break up! From now on you will be my brother, my brother for life. This is the only way to be good for everyone."

Nan Weiwei's words are like the last fallen leaf in autumn. Although it is reluctant, it also indicates that a new cycle is about to begin.

There are too many unspoken stories hidden in Nan Weiwei's eyes. Her hesitation is like the brightest star in the night sky. It flickers for a long time, and finally decides to go out in order to illuminate each other's way forward.

"What?" Nan Yifeng's voice was full of astonishment, as if at this moment, the whole world had pressed the pause button, leaving only these sudden words echoing in the air.

If he was driving a car at this moment, he might involuntarily step on the brakes or step on the accelerator to try to escape the sudden impact of reality.

Fortunately, Nan Weiwei had a premonition and she had the foresight to ask him to stop the car first. This delicate thought was the last tenderness for the past affection.

She knew that this sudden decision was like a bolt from the blue to him.

"Nan Weiwei, say it again." Nan Yifeng squeezed out these words from between his teeth. Each word seemed to be cut out from his heart, just to get a definite answer, an answer that might break his heart, but also let him feel relieved.

He was about to say it, but was stopped by Nan Weiwei.

"I say, let's break up," Nan Weiwei's voice was soft but firm, "This is good for everyone. You don't have to worry about how to balance our relationship with the expectations of your family, and I don't have to watch you go on endless blind dates day after day, and mom and dad don't have to be worried and sad because of our relationship."

Every word she said was like a carefully crafted work of art, which was both a compromise with reality and the deepest blessing for each other's future.

In Nan Yifeng's world, Nan Weiwei's words were like a sudden storm, sweeping away all the tenderness and tranquility in his heart.

He was stunned, his eyes filled with confusion, pain, and a hint of indescribable anger.

But more than that, it is a deep sense of loss, just like the brightest star in the night sky suddenly goes out, leaving behind darkness and endless emptiness.

"Nan Weiwei, do you know what you are saying?" His voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart.

He tried to catch her eyes, looking for even a hint of hesitation or regret, but Nan Weiwei's eyes were firm and clear, as if she had made all preparations and accepted all the consequences.

Nan Weiwei sighed softly. She knew the cruelty of this moment, but she also understood that it was for their future together.

She stretched out her hand, trying to smooth Nan Yifeng's frown, but eventually she withdrew her hand.

Some distances, once created, can never be crossed.

"Yi Feng, we are not destined for each other." She said softly, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting her own heart. "We both have our own dreams and pursuits, and we are bound by family responsibilities and customs. Being together will only make each other more miserable."

Nan Yifeng clenched his fists tightly, as if trying to suppress the gasp that was about to come out.

He understood what Nan Weiwei said and her decision, but the pain in his heart surged like a tide and could not be suppressed.

"Why?" He finally couldn't help asking this question, his voice full of bitterness and helplessness, "Why can't we face these difficulties together? Why did you choose to give up?"

Nan Weiwei shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall. "Yi Feng, there are some things we cannot choose."

She whispered, "We all have our own paths to follow and our own responsibilities to shoulder. Perhaps this is our destiny."

After saying this, Nan Weiwei opened the car door and prepared to get out.

Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei. Nan Weiwei, this person, this name, in Nan Yifeng's heart, was as gentle as the spring breeze and as hot as the summer sun.

She was the brightest color in his youthful memories and the source of his longing for countless days and nights.

However, at this moment, this name was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into his heart.

"Nan Weiwei," he murmured, repeating the name, as if this could keep her disappearing figure, "Why are you so determined? Is our relationship really unable to withstand the external pressure and expectations? How do you know if Mom and Dad will agree if you don't try?"

Nan Weiwei stopped but did not look back. Her back looked particularly lonely and determined.

She knew that this moment of determination was for a better future for both of them.

She took a deep breath, her voice was soft but firm: "Brother, feelings are never everything in life. We all have our own responsibilities and missions. We can't just care about our own feelings and make our parents sad."

Nan Yifeng clenched his teeth tightly, as if trying to suppress the gasp that was about to come out.

He understood what Nan Weiwei said and her decision, but the pain in his heart surged like a tide and could not be suppressed.

He rushed forward, hugged her tightly, and told her that he was willing to take on everything for her.

"Weiwei," his voice trembled a little, "I know we both have our own responsibilities, but can't we face them together? Can't we try for our relationship once?"

Nan Weiwei closed her eyes, tears finally falling. She knew that this moment of separation was painful for both of them.

But she knew better than to suffer a short pain and a long one, and only by completely breaking up could they each pursue a better future.

"Brother," she took a deep breath, her voice full of determination, "the relationship between us has come to an end. Perhaps this is our destiny. I hope you can understand, and I hope you can find the happiness that truly belongs to you."

After saying this, Nan Weiwei took another step forward and left resolutely.

Nan Yifeng stood there, looking at her gradually receding back, his heart filled with endless sadness and regret.

"No, no."

Nan Yifeng clenched his fists, a stubborn spirit refusing to admit defeat rising in his heart.

He is Nan Yifeng, the one who never gives up easily and always finds a way out in adversity.

He couldn't just give in like that. He couldn't even pursue the girl he liked.

Driven by a strong impulse, he rushed after her and hugged Nan Weiwei.

Before Nan Weiwei could react, he had already kissed her neck hard.

This kiss carried all his unwillingness and stubbornness, as well as his deep attachment and reluctance to Nan Weiwei.

A strawberry mark instantly appeared on Nan Weiwei's neck. She was stunned and then became furious.

She pushed Nan Yifeng away violently, her voice filled with uncontrollable anger: "Nan Yifeng, if you do this, how can I face people tomorrow and explain to my parents?"