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

The next day, sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting patches of light on the hospital corridor.

Accompanied by Nan Yifeng, Nan Weiwei completed the discharge procedures.

Although her face was still a little pale, there was a hint of determination in her eyes.

Nan Yifeng put a coat on her and gently reminded her to keep warm. Then he sent her a message to tell Xu Xiaoxiao and Fu Yanchen that they had left the hospital and were preparing to return to the hotel.

Along the way, Nan Weiwei seemed absent-minded, which made Nan Yifeng, who was standing beside her, feel a little worried and uneasy.

From time to time, he turned his head to look at Nan Weiwei beside him, only to see that Nan Weiwei's eyes were wandering, as if her thoughts had already drifted away.

Seeing this, Nan Yifeng hurriedly tried to find some light-hearted topics to distract her, hoping to bring her back from this trance.

However, no matter how hard he tried, Nan Weiwei could only force out a smile in response. That smile looked extremely far-fetched, as if it hid endless worries.

It was obvious that her mind was not focused on communicating with Nan Yifeng at all at this moment.

Nan Yifeng frowned slightly, and wondered in his heart: Could it be that her body has not fully recovered yet, causing her to be so weak that even her mood has been affected? Thinking of this, he felt more distressed for Nan Weiwei.

In fact, Nan Yifeng originally planned to take Nan Weiwei out for a trip to relax.

But unexpectedly, when he proposed this idea to Nan Weiwei, Nan Weiwei rejected it without hesitation.

She whispered that she was not feeling well and had no energy to go out for fun.

Looking at Nan Weiwei's pale face and slightly tired expression, although Nan Yifeng was filled with disappointment, he was more worried about her physical condition.

In the end, he chose to respect his sister's wishes and nodded in agreement.

Just like that, the two of them returned to their hotel in silence.

As soon as she entered the hotel, Nan Weiwei felt as shaky as a delicate flower.

Nan Yifeng hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and carefully helped her walk towards the room step by step.

With every step he took, he could feel that Nan Weiwei's body weight was almost entirely on him, which made him more and more certain that his sister's physical condition at the moment was indeed not optimistic.

As soon as she entered the door, she stopped suddenly in her tracks as if she had been cast under a spell.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything around became silent.

I saw her biting her lips tightly, as if she wanted to swallow all the entanglement and pain in her heart.

Finally, after an inner struggle, she seemed to muster up the greatest courage of her life, and in a voice a few decibels lower than the hum of a mosquito, she slowly uttered a few words: "Nan Yifeng, let's... break up..."

At the same time, Nan Yifeng, who was closing the door, trembled violently when he heard these words, and the originally smooth movement of closing the door suddenly froze in mid-air.

He widened his eyes, turned his head in disbelief, and his gaze fell directly on Nan Weiwei's slightly thin back.

Although her voice was extremely low and even had a slight tremor, that short sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Nan Yifeng's heart again and again.

He only felt his breathing becoming rapid and his heartbeat echoing in his ears like a drum.

"Weiwei, what are you talking about? Are you kidding me!..."

Nan Yifeng asked with difficulty, with an obvious tremor in his voice that was difficult to conceal.

As he spoke, he quickly walked up to Nan Weiwei, grabbed her shoulders tightly with both hands, and forced her to turn around and face him.

However, when he saw Nan Weiwei's face that was as pale as snow and bloodless, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

At this moment, Nan Weiwei's beautiful eyes had long lost their former luster, replaced by endless sadness and determination.

She pursed her lips, said nothing, and just stared at Nan Yifeng silently.

Nan Yifeng, like a drowning man desperate to grab the last straw, frantically searched her face for even the slightest sign of a joke.

But, in the end, he was disappointed, because Nan Weiwei in front of him was so serious, so determined, and did not show any sign of wavering.

However, she was seen biting her cherry-like tender lower lip tightly, even to the point of bleeding, but she still stubbornly refused to let go.

She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at the person in front of her, as if if she raised her head even the last bit of courage to look back would disappear completely.

After a long while, she seemed to muster up all her strength and repeated in a trembling voice: "I say... let's... break up! Nan Yifeng..."

When these words came out of her mouth, they seemed so heavy and resolute, like a thousand-pound rock pressing down between the two of them.

The moment he heard these words, Nan Yifeng felt as if his heart was suddenly grabbed by an invisible big hand, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

The suffocating pain quickly spread to every corner of his body, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

He widened his eyes and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in front of him in disbelief.

He really couldn't understand why Nan Weiwei, who had always loved each other deeply and gone through countless ups and downs together, would suddenly break up with him so decisively.

Those once beautiful memories kept flashing through his mind like scenes from a movie - the times they strolled together on the beach under the sunset, the laughter as they tasted street snacks together, and the warm scenes of them leaning on each other and encouraging each other when they encountered difficulties... But now, was all of this going to be completely destroyed just because of such a small thing?

He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to walk forward and hold Nan Weiwei's slender and soft little hand.

But just when he was about to touch her, Nan Weiwei, as if she had telepathic contact, suddenly took a big step forward nimbly.

This sudden movement caused his hand to stop awkwardly in mid-air, as stiff as if he had been cast under a spell.

Looking at his hands hanging in the air, Nan Yifeng's heart was instantly overwhelmed by endless helplessness and pain.

He couldn't understand why the two people who were once so close to each other had become like this.

"Weiwei, please, please tell me why. Is it just because of this time? Weiwei, don't think of me as being so petty."

Nan Yifeng's voice was trembling, with a hint of almost desperate pleading in it.

He really wanted to know the reason, even if it was just a perfunctory answer.

However, in the face of his affectionate questioning, Nan Weiwei remained silent.

She just stood there quietly, like a silent sculpture.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, revealing a deep loneliness, as if she was the only one left in the world. Her expression was so determined that there was no room for maneuver.

Nan Yifeng's face turned pale in an instant. He stared at Nan Weiwei, trying to find any sign of a joke on her face.

However, Nan Weiwei's expression was extremely serious, without the slightest hint of joking.

Nan Yifeng felt as if his heart had fallen into a bottomless abyss, sinking and sinking... He widened his eyes, looking at Nan Weiwei in front of him in disbelief, knowing very well in his heart that this sister was definitely not joking with him!

"Weiwei, please tell me, this is all just a joke, okay? You were just annoyed in the hospital and teased me on purpose."

Nan Yifeng's voice trembled unconsciously, mixed with a bit of fear and uneasiness.

How he wished he could hear the answer he had been waiting for from his sister - this was really just a prank.

However, Nan Weiwei stood there quietly like a sculpture, neither opening her mouth to explain nor turning around to look at her brother who had a worried face.

As time passed, the atmosphere became increasingly solemn and depressing, making it almost hard to breathe.

Seeing this, Nan Yifeng took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging emotions, and said again: "Weiwei, please don't say this a second time! Otherwise, brother will be really angry. Do you know how serious the consequences are?"

Although he had tried to raise the volume a few decibels, it still sounded so pale and weak, as if a candle in the wind could go out at any time.

His delicate and three-dimensional facial features were now hidden in the shadows, making his already deep contours even more prominent.

Those eyes were like a bottomless pool, faintly revealing a hint of pleading.

However, Nan Weiwei, who was standing opposite, seemed to be completely unaware of his words and gaze. She stood there quietly like a sculpture, not moving at all.

Her posture was elegant and straight, but she exuded an aura of indifference that made her unapproachable.

Nan Yifeng's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and a deep despair surged into his heart like a tide.

He really couldn't understand why Nan Weiwei would break up without any warning, and her attitude was so firm and decisive.

They had spent so many wonderful times together, and those warm and sweet memories were now like broken mirrors, deeply hurting his heart.

"Weiwei, shall I run you a bath?" Nan Yifeng finally couldn't help himself and took a step forward, trying to hold Nan Weiwei's hand. However, Nan Weiwei suddenly shrank back and avoided his touch.

"Yi Feng, we...are really...not suitable for each other anymore."

Nan Weiwei finally spoke. Although her voice was low, every word clearly struck Nan Yifeng's heart.

She knew it was cruel to say that, but she knew even more clearly that a short pain is worse than a long one, and continuing to delay would only make both of them more miserable.

Nan Yifeng was stunned, feeling mixed emotions. He didn't understand what he had done wrong and why Nan Weiwei suddenly said such a thing. He tried to persuade Nan Weiwei to stay.

"Nan Yifeng, I said, we break up, break up, don't you understand?"

Nan Yifeng widened his eyes and looked at Nan Weiwei in disbelief. He opened his lips slightly as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out in the end.

He never expected that Nan Weiwei would suddenly say such a thing.

Nan Weiwei had a determined look on her face, not even a joking or casual expression on her face.

She walked straight into the house and began to pack her luggage in an orderly manner, as if she had planned all this in her mind for a long time.

Nan Yifeng finally came to his senses, rushed to Nan Weiwei, grabbed her hand as she was sorting out her clothes, and asked anxiously: "Weiwei, please stop making trouble. You didn't even take a good shower in the hospital, and you've become a stinky pig."

However, Nan Weiwei just gently broke free from his hand, continued to pack her luggage without looking back, and said lightly: "Nan Yifeng, don't be like this... I'm serious, not joking, nor just saying it casually. I... have already booked a flight for tonight, and I have to go to the airport to wait for the flight later."

After saying that, she quickened her hands' movements, folded the clothes neatly and put them into the suitcase, and packed some commonly used daily necessities into her backpack.

Throughout the whole process, she remained expressionless, making it impossible to guess what she was really thinking.

Nan Yifeng's eyes darkened. He knew that once Nan Weiwei made a decision, it would be difficult to change it, but he didn't want to give up. "Weiwei, no matter what difficulties we face, we will face them together."

Nan Weiwei's hand paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, "It's nothing, I just want to leave here and live my own life."

At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang. Nan Weiwei opened the door and it was Xu Xiaoxiao.

Xu Xiaoxiao saw the scene in the house and roughly understood a little bit. She took Nan Weiwei's hand and said, "Weiwei, are you really going to leave? Are you willing to leave him?" Nan Weiwei bit her lip and said, "Xiaoxiao, don't say anything. I have made up my mind."

Nan Yifeng looked at the two of them, and suddenly a feeling of powerlessness came over him.

Xu Xiaoxiao sighed helplessly, helped Nan Weiwei carry the luggage and walked out the door.

Just as Nan Weiwei stepped out of the door, Nan Yifeng shouted loudly: "If you regret it one day, come back at any time, I will always be here waiting for you."

Nan Weiwei paused for a moment, then left resolutely, leaving Nan Yifeng standing alone in the house, looking at the empty room, feeling lost.