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

"The doctor said that you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow!" As soon as Nan Yifeng finished speaking, the room seemed to be filled with an indescribable joy.

Although he tried to keep his tone steady, a hint of ease still slipped through his voice.

I saw him carefully and gently place the food box in his hand on the bedside table, his movements were as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure.

The food box seemed to have sensed the owner's inner joy, and was continuously emitting a faint warm air, as if telling the surroundings about the warmth and care it contained.

When you open the lid of the food box, a rich aroma hits your nose.

It turned out that the box contained the nourishing soup that Nan Yifeng had personally cooked and carefully prepared for Nan Weiwei.

The thick soup has an attractive color, with some fresh ingredients floating on it, making people salivate just by looking at it.

Thinking of the bright future that was about to come, Nan Yifeng's heart was filled with anticipation and longing.

After being discharged from the hospital, he secretly vowed to stay with Nan Weiwei and give her meticulous love and care.

Not only that, he also has to prepare a grand and romantic wedding to let the whole world know his deep and passionate love for Nan Weiwei.

By then, they will have a warm little home that belongs entirely to each other, where they will write a happy and fulfilling chapter of their lives together.

The afternoon sun is like a piece of golden silk, soft and beautiful.

The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the gaps in the curtains like an elf, playfully jumping and dancing in the room, and finally falling in patches on his slightly tired but still handsome face.

This afterglow seemed like a unique gift bestowed upon him by nature, adding a touch of enchanting tenderness to his originally resolute features.

At this time, Nan Weiwei was lying quietly on the hospital bed, covered with a snow-white quilt.

Although her face still looked a little pale compared to when she was healthy, like a flower that had lost some vitality, her eyes as bright as stars had a little more spirit than before.

They are like the twinkling stars in the deep night sky, shining brightly, revealing the gradually reviving strength and hope deep in our hearts.

When she heard the familiar words of concern coming from beside her, Nan Weiwei responded softly: "Hmm..."

Although this simple syllable is so faint that it is almost imperceptible, it contains a hint of longing and expectation for future life.

However, at the same time, an unspeakable pain was quietly spreading in her heart.

She knew very well that without Nan Yifeng's constant companionship and support during this long and difficult period, she would have been swallowed up by loneliness and fear.

He was like a beacon of light in the darkness, giving her warmth and courage; he was also like a safe haven in the storm, allowing her to rest and recuperate in peace.

But now, fate is playing tricks on them, forcing Nan Weiwei to make an extremely difficult decision - to break up with Nan Yifeng, whom she deeply loves.

Whenever she thought back to the wonderful times they had spent together and the sincere and deep feelings they had for each other, her heart would feel like it was being pierced by thousands of needles at the same time, the pain was unbearable.

This heartache does not come from physical trauma, but from the inseparable attachment and reluctance deep in the soul.

"Tomorrow, after you are discharged from the hospital, I will take you for a walk."

Nan Yifeng's words were full of tenderness and pampering, as if he was making a promise to a long-lost friend, or expressing his most sincere care to his beloved.

He knew that what Nan Weiwei needed was not only physical recovery, but also spiritual comfort.

"Okay!" Nan Weiwei's answer was simple and firm. There was a gleam in her eyes, which was her longing for the future and her trust in Nan Yifeng.

She knew that no matter what happened, Nan Yifeng would stay by her side and give her the most solid support, but she couldn't let go of that knot in her heart.

The ward fell into a brief silence. Only the occasional bird calls outside the window and the sound of Nan Yifeng gently stirring the soup spoon intertwined together to create a warm and peaceful picture.

Nan Yifeng gently picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of steaming, fragrant soup, and slowly poured it into an exquisite porcelain bowl.

The soup is thick and delicious, with a thin layer of oil on the surface, which makes people salivate at the sight of it.

Then, Nan Yifeng held the bowl of carefully prepared soup in both hands, as if he was holding a rare treasure, and walked towards Nan Weiwei carefully.

Every step was taken so gently, for fear that the slightest shake would cause the soup to splash out of the edge of the bowl.

Finally, he came to Nan Weiwei. Nan Yifeng bent down, handed the bowl of soup in front of her, and said softly, "Weiwei, drink it while it's hot."

His voice was extremely gentle, and the concern contained in it seemed to be able to melt the whole world.

Nan raised her head slightly and met Nan Yifeng's loving eyes.

She saw a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. That smile was as warm as the spring sun, instantly dispelling all the haze and worries in her heart.

Reaching out her hand, Nan Weiwei gently took the soup bowl. The moment her fingertips touched the bowl wall, a warm current came from her palm and quickly spread throughout her body.

She knew that this warmth came not only from the hot soup itself, but also from Nan Yifeng's warm heart.

Feeling the heavy weight, Nan Weiwei's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried not to let them fall because she didn't want to make Nan Yifeng worry.

However, the emotions surging deep in my heart are like a flood that breaks through a dam and is difficult to suppress.

She lowered her head and drank the soup. Every mouthful seemed to dispel the haze in her heart and nourish her soul a little.

This...maybe this really is the last warm moment between them.

From now on, they will be like flying dandelions, each running in different directions and starting their own completely different life journeys.

Whenever she thought of this, Nan Weiwei's heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, causing unbearable pain.

But at this time, Nan Yifeng was completely unaware of the turmoil in Nan Weiwei's heart. He just stood there quietly, looking up at the clouds in the sky, praying silently in his heart.

He sincerely hoped that this rare peace and happiness before his eyes could continue forever, without end, until eternity.

Even if time passes and the world changes, this beauty will always shine with warm light like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating each other's way forward.

Fu Yanchen was waiting quietly in the parking space outside the hospital. His eyes kept looking towards the hospital gate, his heart full of worry and expectation.

Finally, that familiar figure appeared in his sight. Xu Xiaoxiao's face was solemn and his steps were heavy, as if every step was filled with endless worries.

Fu Yanchen hurriedly got out of the car, walked over, and wanted to take the bag from Xu Xiaoxiao, but she gently shook her head and refused.

He could see that Xu Xiaoxiao was in a bad mood, but he didn't dare to ask rashly. He just silently opened the car door for her, waited for her to sit firmly, then gently closed it and walked around to the other side and sat in the driver's seat.

There was a depressing silence in the car. Fu Yanchen could feel the heavy breath emanating from Xu Xiaoxiao, as if even the air had become heavy.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared straight ahead, but he couldn't help but worry about Xu Xiaoxiao.

"Are you thirsty?" After walking for a while, Fu Yanchen finally couldn't help but speak and broke the silence.

His voice was soft and careful, afraid of touching the sensitive nerves in Xu Xiaoxiao's heart.

He reached into the storage compartment, took out a bottle of mineral water, and handed it over, his eyes full of concern.

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao raised her head slightly and looked at Fu Yanchen. Her eyes, which usually sparkled with a bright light, now seemed a little dim.

She took the water, but did not open it immediately. She just held it tightly in her hand, as if it was her only support at the moment.

"Thank you." Xu Xiaoxiao's voice was so low that it was almost drowned out by the music in the car, but Fu Yanchen still heard it.

He knew that what Xu Xiaoxiao needed now was a listener, not a questioner.

So, he chose to remain silent and just stay with Xu Xiaoxiao quietly, giving her enough space and time to deal with her own concerns.

The scenery outside the car window kept changing, while inside the car, the oppressive silence seemed to be infinitely stretched.

But Fu Yanchen was not in a hurry. He was willing to wait until the moment Xu Xiaoxiao was willing to speak, and he would be her strongest support.

The car was driving slowly on the way home. The scenery outside the window passed by like flowing water, but inside the car, there was an unusual tranquility.

Xu Xiaoxiao sat in the passenger seat, staring blankly ahead, as if her mind had already drifted away.

Fu Yanchen was driving attentively, observing Xu Xiaoxiao's expression through the rearview mirror from time to time, his heart full of worry.

Suddenly, Xu Xiaoxiao rubbed her temples irritably, then she subconsciously picked up the mineral water and tried to drink it directly.

However, the bottle cap was tightly closed, and her action seemed a bit clumsy and helpless.

Seeing this, Fu Yanchen's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything immediately.

He freed one hand, gently took the bottle of mineral water from Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, unscrewed the cap skillfully, and then handed it back to Xu Xiaoxiao.

He did the whole process naturally and smoothly, as if it was a tacit understanding between them that did not require any further words.

Xu Xiaoxiao took the bottle and drank a few sips of water. The cool feeling made her feel a little relieved.

She sighed softly, finally breaking the silence in the car.

Fu Yanchen's heart tightened when he heard this, but he remained calm on his face: "What happened? Xiaoxiao, you can tell me, maybe I can help."

Xu Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, as if she was hesitating whether to speak or not. But after a moment, she decided to speak out: "It's Weiwei..."