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

Xu Xiaoxiao stared at the painting that Sister Na claimed to be a "masterpiece", and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up in a gentle arc. It was indeed... quite ugly.

She looked at Tiantian's words again, a little surprised, and commented in her heart: Indeed, if measured by the standards of art, this painting is not really a top-notch work. The lines are a bit stiff, and the color combination is a bit abrupt, but the casual and free style makes people involuntarily feel the creator's inner purity and defenselessness. If this girl is trained well, she will definitely be a good seedling.

"Tiantian, come here. How about I teach you how to draw?" Xu Xiaoxiao's words were filled with tenderness and encouragement. She gently turned to Sister Na's daughter, her clear eyes flashing with curiosity and expectation.

When Tiantian heard this, her brows slightly frowned, as if she still remembered her mother's paintings clearly, but she couldn't help but have a little doubt about Xu Xiaoxiao's words.

"Auntie, can you draw? Will it be like what mom draws... well, a little ugly?" The sweet words hide the directness and innocence unique to children, but also reveal the yearning and pursuit for beautiful things.

"Haha, no, I won a prize in a painting competition when I was in school."

Xu Xiaoxiao chuckled, her words full of confidence and nostalgia. As she spoke, she gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing a white wrist, as if it still had traces of countless times in the past when she held a pen to outline her dreams.

Then, Xu Xiaoxiao gently held Tiantian's little hand and placed them on the drawing paper together. Her movements were gentle yet powerful, and every stroke seemed to tell a story about colors and shapes.

The days when she was carefully cared for by Fu Yanchen and enrolled in tutoring classes quietly emerged in her memory. At that time, she had an almost obsessive love for painting, and poured endless emotion and effort into each of her works.

However, the trajectory of life has quietly changed, and that passion seems to be slowly covered by the trivialities of daily life. But at this moment, facing the sweet and innocent eyes, that long-lost passion seems to be rekindled.

"Look, Tiantian, painting is about expressing your inner thoughts without worrying too much about other people's opinions."

Sister Na's gaze shifted away from Tiantian's painting, and she inadvertently glanced at the painting Xu Xiaoxiao had just completed, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Hey, Xiaoxiao, your painting is pretty good. The lines are smooth and the colors are well matched. You definitely have the potential to be a painter. Why don't you continue to develop further?"

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao smiled gently, with a hint of helplessness and relief hidden in her smile.

"In fact, I do have a talent for painting, but to be honest, I don't really like painting. I learned painting just on a whim."

Her voice was soft and calm, as if she was telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

Her thoughts drifted back to that distant afternoon when the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto her drawing board. Everything seemed so beautiful.

At that time, she was full of curiosity and passion for painting, and every time she put pen to paper, it was like exploring a whole new world.

Seeing that she had a strong interest in painting, Fu Yanchen readily agreed to her request and enrolled her in a tutoring class, hoping that she could go further on the road of painting.

However, fate always likes to play jokes on us unexpectedly.

Just when she was about to devote herself to painting, a sudden change broke all the peace.

She was thrown into prison because of a misunderstanding, and three years passed quietly behind bars.

Those dreams about painting and those aspirations for the future have gradually been forgotten over the long years.

"The three years in prison made me lose a lot, but also made me understand a lot."

Xu Xiaoxiao's voice trembled slightly, and a hint of imperceptible sadness flashed in her eyes.

"I began to re-examine my life and think about what I really want. I found that although painting is beautiful, it is not what I really pursue in my heart. What I long for is freedom, the freedom to live as I please."

Upon hearing this, Sister Na looked at Xu Xiaoxiao silently, her eyes full of understanding and sympathy.

She understood that everyone's life has its own trajectory, and some roads, once chosen, cannot be turned back.

And Xu Xiaoxiao has found her own freedom and peace in her own way.

"Xiaoxiao, no matter what kind of life you choose, as long as you are happy, that's the most important thing."

Sister Na patted Xu Xiaoxiao's shoulder gently, her tone full of encouragement and support.

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded and looked at Sister Na gratefully.

In this world, there are always some people who will silently stand behind her and give her strength and courage.

And she will continue to move forward with this strength, pursuing her own happiness and freedom on her own path.

As Xu Xiaoxiao demonstrated while talking, a picture full of childlike fun and imagination gradually appeared on the drawing paper. It was their joint creation, and also a gentle look back at the beautiful past from the bottom of Xu Xiaoxiao's heart.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Tiantian played for a while until the store started to get busy in the afternoon. The small space was filled with laughter and an intense rhythm.

Tiantian is very sensible. Seeing her mother busy, she went to the lounge to watch cartoons. Her little body curled up on the soft sofa, her eyes fixed on the screen, and she would occasionally giggle, adding a bit of warmth to this busy afternoon.

As more and more customers came into the store, Xu Xiaoxiao and the staff started to get busy.

They shuttled through the narrow aisles, holding a variety of milk tea and desserts in their hands, with warm smiles on their faces, providing the best service to customers.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not cope with the sudden large number of orders, especially the 120 cups of milk tea ordered by Fu Yanchen's company, which made them extremely busy.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the mountain of orders and couldn't help feeling a little angry.

She felt that Fu Yanchen did it on purpose. He placed such a large order even though he knew the store was short-staffed.

However, she didn't want to refuse the business that came to her door. After all, this was their small shop that they had worked hard to run, and every order was hard-earned.

"Looks like we need to find a few more employees."

Xu Xiaoxiao was thinking silently in her heart. She knew that if she continued like this, it would not only affect the customers' experience, but also make the store clerks exhausted.

She decided to start recruiting new employees in her busy schedule to ensure the store's operations ran smoothly.

In the evening, when the lights in the store went out one by one, Xu Xiaoxiao finally ended a busy day.

She watched Tiantian holding the cake she had made herself and leaving with Sister Na, chatting and laughing, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

The laughter of children can always easily dispel the fatigue of the day and make her feel the beauty of life. She suddenly missed her son a little bit, and wondered what the troublemaker was doing now?

Now he seems to have adapted to life in the capital, and to life with Asu and the others, and he rarely video chats with her to cry to her.

Xu Xiaoxiao thought about all this and smiled involuntarily. She stood up and closed the door. However, just as she was about to close the door and leave, an inexplicable feeling suddenly came to her heart.

She looked around subconsciously, only to find that in the darkness not far away, there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at her.

Those eyes seemed particularly bright in the night, but what emanated from them was a chilling murderous aura.

Although she knew that Fu Yanchen would follow her from time to time, this look was definitely not from Fu Yanchen.

Xu Xiaoxiao's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken. She pretended to be calm and tried to catch the owner of those eyes with her gaze.

But it was too dark at night, and the other party seemed to be hiding intentionally, so she couldn't see his appearance clearly.

This invisible pressure made her feel unprecedented tension and fear.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that in this situation, the most important thing was to stay calm and look for a chance to get out.

She closed the shop door gently and pretended to tidy up her things, but in fact she was observing the movements around her, looking for a possible exit.

At this moment, the eyes seemed to move and began to slowly approach her.

Xu Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, but she did not show any panic. Instead, she observed the other party's movements more carefully.

She knew that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, and she had to find a way to get rid of this potential threat.

Xu Xiaoxiao went out and looked around. The streets were exceptionally quiet under the night sky. Only the occasional passing vehicle broke the silence, bringing a slight, barely perceptible sound of the wind.

She frowned slightly, thinking to herself that it was not safe to walk on the road at night for too long. It seemed that she had to pass the driving test in one go and buy a car of her own. This way, she could at least weave a more solid protection network for herself in the city.

Thinking of this, she took out the slightly worn mobile phone from her handbag, slid her fingertips lightly across the screen, skillfully opened the taxi app, and began searching for available vehicles nearby.

At this moment, a sudden chill came from her shoulder, as if an invisible hand had silently touched her world.

Xu Xiaoxiao turned around suddenly and saw a man in a dark windbreaker, his face tightly covered by a mask, standing behind her. His exposed eyes were flashing a strange light under the dim street lights. There was an imperceptible chill in his sneer, and an indescribable murderous aura, like the coldest wind in a winter night, piercing her heart.

It was this look just now. Yes, that murderous aura was exactly the same as this one. This made Xu Xiaoxiao feel an inexplicable fear in her heart. The mobile phone in her hand seemed to have lost all weight and slid silently to the cold ground. The moment the screen shattered, the panic that was hard to conceal was reflected on her face.

"Xu Xiaoxiao, long time no see, I hope you are well." Under the mask, the man's voice was low and hoarse, carrying an inexplicable sense of familiarity, yet making people feel chilled.

Xu Xiaoxiao's heart seemed to be tightly grasped at this moment. She swallowed hard, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice: "You... who are you? Do we know each other?"

As she spoke, her eyes darted around, trying to find a chance of escape, but the tall buildings and dim street lights around her seemed like an invisible cage that trapped her tightly.

"......"