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

The next morning, the sun lazily sprinkled on every corner of the street, but it seemed unable to dispel the subtle atmosphere in the air.

Sister Na walked into the coffee shop with brisk steps. The rich aroma of coffee in the shop and the occasional bird calls outside the window intertwined into a melody of life.

However, this tranquility was soon broken by a piece of unexpected news.

She sat down slowly, leaning forward slightly, but her eyes inadvertently swept across the screen of the mobile phone on the table as if attracted by a magnet.

At that moment, as if a flash of lightning broke through the night sky, the eye-catching hot search came into her eyes.

It was like a sudden thunderclap in the summer, deafening and impossible to ignore. And this eye-catching hot search has been hanging there for two whole days.

"Xiaoxiao, that... this..." Sister Na's voice broke the brief silence, sounding a little hesitant and hesitant. It contained a bit of hesitation that was difficult to conceal, mixed with some heartfelt concern.

"This... is now a hot topic in the entire Internet world, and everyone knows about it. I just want to ask, facing this situation, what exactly do you think in your heart? Don't you care at all?"

Xu Xiaoxiao sat opposite her. The sunlight came through the window, casting mottled shadows on her face, but could not shine into her deep eyes.

She raised her hand slightly, and lightly swiped her fingertips across the screen, and the phone fell silent.

"No," she said in a flat voice, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"I don't care. My marriage with him ended a long time ago. We have been divorced for four years. Whoever he is with now is just a passer-by in my life. It doesn't matter to me. I don't care what happens to him."

After saying that, she picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. Her movements were graceful and calm, as if she could really swallow up the waves in her heart.

However, Sister Na read a different emotion from her slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips.

It was clearly an indescribable concern, a deeply hidden pain.

"It doesn't matter?" Sister Na looked at Xiaoxiao who was trying to be calm and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She knew this child too well. Under the pretending to be strong appearance, there was an extremely sensitive and fragile heart.

Sister Na did not choose to expose this disguise, because she knew that Xiaoxiao needed some time to face her true feelings at this moment.

"Xiaoxiao, your face clearly says 'I am very opinionated'! That expression and eyes are more real and moving than any fancy words."

Sister Na said softly, her tone full of pity and helplessness.

How she wished Xiaoxiao could let go of the burden in her heart and bravely express her true thoughts from the bottom of her heart, but she was afraid that being too anxious would make Xiaoxiao feel more stressed.

Therefore, I could only use this euphemistic way to try to guide Xiaoxiao to face her feelings.

She knew very well that some wounds could not be healed easily by time; some pains, even if they seemed calm on the surface, had already been surging inside.

Xu Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, and finally gave a bitter smile. There were too many unknown stories hidden in that smile.

"To be honest, no matter who he gets together with now, it's normal, but... in my opinion, Sister Su Rou is the most suitable candidate for him! At least Sister Su Rou is not like his previous lover Lu Jingjing, who only knows how to calculate others all day long and makes people completely defenseless. As for Chen Xia... this woman is also very scheming, she can be compared with that Lu Jingjing!"

Xu Xiaoxiao said these words slowly and calmly.

Although her tone was quite calm when she spoke, it still vaguely revealed her complex emotions towards those people and things that had become a thing of the past.

It seems that behind every word and every sentence, there is an untold story and all the twists and turns that have been experienced.

Thinking back then, that woman Lu Jingjing really made her suffer so much! In those days, she seemed to be in an endless dark abyss, unable to extricate herself.

It is precisely because of this that she is now disheartened and no longer willing to treat anyone unreservedly as before, especially men.

Deep in her heart, a seed of distrust has been deeply planted.

Whenever a man tried to get close to her and care about her, the seed would quickly sprout and grow, wrapping her tightly, causing her to involuntarily erect a high wall in her heart and refuse entry to others.

She is well aware of the pain and betrayal that love may bring, so she would rather choose to move forward alone in silence than give her heart away easily again.

Perhaps only time can slowly heal the wounds in her heart and allow her to regain the courage to believe in true love.

A whole morning passed, and the coffee shop on the corner was shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere. The layer of mist that seemed to be there and not there was like an invisible barrier, isolating the shop from the outside world.

This layer of fog is not actually condensed from water vapor, but is a mixture of some subtle and repressed emotions.

Walking into this coffee shop, you can immediately feel this strangeness.

The space, which should have been filled with the aroma of coffee beans and the sound of people chatting, was now strangely quiet, so quiet that one could even hear one's own breathing.

The customers who were usually full of energy and cheerfulness were nowhere to be seen, replaced by solemn-looking, silent figures.

Even the air seemed to be filled with a heavy atmosphere, making it difficult to breathe.

Every breath of oxygen inhaled into the lungs seems to have a bitter taste.

The usually cheerful and smooth background music now became low and slow, like a sigh, telling of the dullness and depression here.

The sunlight coming in through the window should have brought warmth and brightness, but at this moment it seemed so pale and weak, unable to penetrate the thick fog.

In the past days, Xu Xiaoxiao was always full of energy and laughter. She was surrounded by a group of good friends. They often laughed and played together, and could joke with each other freely without any scruples.

However, today, all this has changed dramatically.

The joyous scenes of the past seemed to be imprisoned by a mysterious and powerful invisible force, making no one dare to take a step to break the silence.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be walking on thin ice, trembling with fear and treading on thin ice. They tried their best to maintain the seemingly calm atmosphere on the surface, but deep down in their hearts, they were turbulent and anxious.

Because no one knows which words or actions will accidentally touch that extremely sensitive nerve, thus triggering an unpredictable storm.

So, even though there are thousands of words to say and countless jokes to make each other laugh, in the end, they can only choose to bury these words deep in their hearts and not give them any chance to be revealed.

Xu Xiaoxiao sat quietly behind the bar, with a faint, signature smile always on her pretty face.

This smile seemed nonchalant, but only she knew that at this moment she was trying her best to maintain this superficial calm so that others would not notice any clues.

I saw her brewing coffee gracefully and skillfully. Every step was so precise and her every move showed her professionalism.

She was completely focused on the work in her hands, as if all the noise and chaos in the world around her were isolated by an invisible barrier, unable to invade her little corner.

However, if someone looked closely, they would find that her thick and long eyelashes were trembling slightly, as if she was disturbed by something.

And those originally clear and bright eyes would occasionally flash a trace of trance and absent-mindedness.

Although these subtle changes are fleeting, they are like ripples on a calm lake, which, though brief, are enough to expose the uncalmable waves deep in one's heart.

Today, she has already gone through countless ups and downs, and her heart has gradually become as solid as a rock. She is particularly good at maintaining the admirable and precious calmness and composure in the midst of storms.

However, today, for some reason, this calmness seemed to be weighed down by a heavy burden. It seemed extremely heavy and even made her feel a little breathless.

Time is like a slow-moving snail, moving forward slowly step by step.

Every minute and every second seems to be infinitely stretched, making people suffer.

She endured the long wait and prayed silently in her heart that time would pass quickly.

After a lot of effort, the hour hand finally pointed to the afternoon.

At this moment when everything was silent and everyone was immersed in their own thoughts, the tightly closed shop door suddenly made a slight sound, as if the hand of fate was gently knocking on the door to the unknown.

Then, accompanied by a soft and slow sound of a door being pushed open, a graceful figure walked into the store quietly, as if walking out of a dream.

The figure gradually became clearer, and everyone looked closely and saw that it was Chen Xia! She was wearing a simple and elegant white dress, the hem of her skirt fluttering in the wind, like a dancing fairy descending to the mortal world.

Her skin was as white as snow and crystal clear; her long, shiny black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, gently brushing her slender waist; her beautiful big eyes were like a deep lake, clear and bright, and at this moment were flashing a barely perceptible light.

The appearance of Chen Xia was like a small and exquisite stone thrown suddenly into the already turbulent lake.

In an instant, the calm surface of the water was broken, and ripples quickly spread out with her as the center, spreading out in all directions.

Wherever the ripples went, waves in people's hearts were also stirred up. The emotions and thoughts that had been hidden in the dark now seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and surfaced one after another.

No wonder Fu Yanchen fell in love with her! I have to admit that compared to Su Rou, she does know how to dress herself up better.

While Xu Xiaoxiao was thinking secretly, she couldn't help but look at the woman.

She was wearing an exquisitely tailored dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, making her look as beautiful as a blooming flower; her slender waist was tied with an exquisite belt, which further highlighted her graceful figure.

Looking at her makeup again, it is elegant yet delicate, perfectly outlining her big watery eyes and high nose bridge. Her lips are as attractive as cherries, and her slightly upturned mouth corners carry a faint smile, which makes people feel good about her.

In comparison, Su Rou seemed a little overshadowed.

Although Su Rou was also a beauty, she was obviously not as attentive and particular about her dressing as this woman.

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaoxiao's heart felt like a mixture of mixed feelings, with all kinds of complicated emotions flooding into her mind like a tide.

She couldn't help but recall the past years when she was still studying on campus and wearing the same school uniform every day. Although it was a bit monotonous, it was also full of youthful vigor and vitality.

I had dreamed of life after high school countless times, imagining that I could finally get rid of the monotonous school uniforms, wear those beautiful skirts as I pleased, and show my charm and style. However, the reality was so cruel and ruthless that I never got to wear the beautiful skirt I dreamed of, and was replaced by this disgusting prison uniform!