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

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"Weiwei, you can't leave!" Xu Xiaoxiao's voice was irresistibly firm. She held Nan Weiwei's hand tightly, her eyes full of worry and pleading, "Think about it carefully. If you leave, what will happen between you and Nan Yifeng...will you be happy?"

Nan Weiwei's heart trembled when she heard this.

She knew that Xiaoxiao was telling the truth, but she also had her own difficulties and helplessness.

She looked at Xiaoxiao's concerned eyes and forced a smile: "Xiaoxiao, I have decided that I must leave this time. Nan Yifeng and I... maybe it's time to end it."

When Xu Xiaoxiao heard this, her eyes instantly turned red.

She hugged Nan Weiwei tightly, her voice choking with sobs: "Weiwei, I don't want you to be like me, missing the person you love the most and regretting it for the rest of your life. You and Nan Yifeng obviously have so many beautiful memories, are you really willing to give up like this?"

Nan Weiwei felt Xiaoxiao's tears and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

She patted Xiaoxiao's back gently and comforted her, "Xiaoxiao, you and I are different. There may still be a chance for a turnaround between you and Fu Yanchen. Although you have many conflicts..., but, you are both clean... Nan Yifeng and I...we have gone too far and can't go back."

However, Xu Xiaoxiao refused to give up. She pulled Nan Weiwei and said firmly: "No! Weiwei, you can't just give up. Come back to the apartment with me and think about it carefully. Maybe things are not as bad as you think. Maybe Nan Yifeng is also waiting for you to come back?"

Nan Weiwei looked at Xiaoxiao's determined eyes and couldn't help feeling a little shaken.

She knew that Xiaoxiao was truly doing this for her own good and didn't want her to make the wrong decision.

Finally, she sighed and nodded: "Okay, I'll go back with you. But Xiaoxiao, I have made up my mind and will not change it easily."

Nan Weiwei was dragged back to the apartment by Xu Xiaoxiao. In the apartment, the two sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was a little heavy.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Nan Weiwei, her eyes full of worry: "Weiwei, think about it carefully. I don't want you to miss your true happiness because of a momentary impulse."

Nan Weiwei remained silent, just lowered her head and rubbed the plane ticket in her hand.

She knew that this plane ticket not only carried her future, but also all the entanglements and concerns between her and Nan Yifeng.

And she...should she really think about it? The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

“Woo woo woo, woo woo woo…”

Nan Weiwei cried heartbreakingly, as if she wanted to pour out all her grievances and unwillingness.

Her tears were like beads that had broken off the string, constantly sliding down from the corners of her eyes, wetting her clothes and also wetting Xu Xiaoxiao's heart.

Xu Xiaoxiao sat quietly aside and didn't say anything more.

She knew that words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment, and only companionship could make Nan Weiwei feel a little warmth.

She walked slowly to Nan Weiwei's side, her movements so gentle as if she was afraid of disturbing the injured little animal.

Then she stretched out her fair and slender hand, picked up the kettle, and carefully poured clean water into the cup.

As the water flows down, the water in the cup gradually rises until it is eight-tenths full.

Then, she gently put down the kettle, held the cup in both hands, and slowly handed it to Nan Weiwei as if she was protecting a rare treasure.

Her voice was gentle and soothing, like the spring breeze blowing across the lake. She said with endless tenderness and concern, "Cry, release all the grievances and pain in your heart, then maybe you will feel better."

Nan stretched out his hands with slight trembling and took the glass of water.

However, she did not immediately raise her head and drink it all, but held the cup tightly, as if it was the only life-saving straw she could grasp at the moment.

She raised her head and looked at Xu Xiaoxiao in front of her with her eyes that were already red and swollen from crying, tears still streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only make a choking sound. She finally squeezed out a few words from between her teeth: "Xiaoxiao, can you drink with me? Wuuwuwu..."

Before he finished speaking, another wave of crying came out like a tide.

Xu Xiaoxiao shook her head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Hehe, um... I don't have any more wine here. It was confiscated by... Fu Yanchen."

Speaking of Fu Yanchen, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

What happened that night after Fu Yanchen got drunk last time made the relationship between the two of them become even more subtle.

Since then, Fu Yanchen seemed to be completely immersed in a peculiar role perception. He actually regarded himself as her husband and began to strictly control all the trivial matters in her daily life.

Knowing well her poor stomach condition, Fu Yanchen acted decisively and mercilessly confiscated all the alcoholic drinks she had, replacing them with boxes of carefully selected stomach-nourishing milk.

The milk was neatly arranged in the refrigerator, as if declaring to her some irresistible authority.

When Nan Weiwei learned about this, she was instantly furious. Her eyes widened, her face flushed red, and the anger in her heart was like a volcano about to erupt and could not be contained.

She suddenly raised her hand and slammed the table in front of her hard. With a loud bang, the items on the table jumped a few times.

Then, she raised her voice and yelled, "What right does Fu Yanchen have? You two haven't even reconciled yet, and you haven't forgiven him for his mistakes. What right does he have to act on his own and make decisions for you!"

Her voice was trembling slightly due to extreme anger, and it was filled with resentment and resentment, as if she wanted to use this roar to vent all the resentment that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time.

Xu Xiaoxiao remained silent, just lowered her head and rubbed the water cup in her hand.

She knew that what Nan Weiwei said was true, but she also understood that Fu Yanchen did this out of concern for her.

But this concern has now become a gap between them that is difficult to cross.

Seeing Xu Xiaoxiao silent and thoughtful, Nan Weiwei sighed softly, knowing that this sister could not be relied on.

Then he slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, skillfully opened the food delivery app, and prepared to break the somewhat depressing atmosphere with delicious food.

When she was ordering food, she seemed a little absent-minded, her eyes wandering, as if her thoughts had already drifted away.

I just hurriedly and sloppily picked a few dishes that looked good without thinking too much about what I wanted to eat.

However, when it came to ordering wine, she suddenly became decisive and firm. Without any hesitation, she quickly tapped the screen and directly ordered a whole box of beer, white wine and red wine.

Xu Xiaoxiao, who was standing by, saw it all, but she did not say anything to stop it.

Because she knew very well that at this moment, for Nan Weiwei, who was suffering from inner torment, perhaps only the strong alcohol could temporarily numb her wounded heart, allowing her to forget the pain and troubles lingering in her heart and immerse herself in a moment of tranquility and relief.

Not long after, the delivery guy delivered this "comforting" order to the door.

Nan Weiwei seemed to have found a life-saving straw. She rushed over to take the takeaway bag impatiently, opened one of the cans of beer impatiently, tilted her head back, and drank it in big gulps.

The cold liquid flowed down the throat, bringing a stimulating feeling.

She didn't bother to wipe the wine stains from the corners of her mouth, just let them slide down.

Finally, a can of beer was finished. Nan Weiwei put down the empty can, stretched out her hand and casually wiped the traces of beer left at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes had turned red without her knowing when, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Her originally clear and pleasant voice began to tremble slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

She opened her mouth with difficulty, her lips trembling as she spoke, "Xiaoxiao... wuwuwu... I... I really can't bear to let go... It feels like someone is tearing my heart out of my chest and then trampling and ravaging it.

Every pain was like a sharp dagger piercing my heart, making it impossible for me to breathe or think...”

Having said this, tears flowed down her pale cheeks like a flood, merging with the bitterness at the corners of her mouth.

However, the pain did not stop there, but instead followed her like a shadow.

Her trembling hand slowly reached out for another can of cold beer on the table beside her and she held it tightly, as if it was her last straw.

Then, she opened the pull ring without hesitation, tilted her head back and took a big gulp, trying to use the alcohol to numb her broken heart and temporarily forget the pain that penetrated deep into her bones.

But no matter how much he drank, the wound in his heart was still bleeding and difficult to heal.

Her voice, low and hoarse like sandpaper, seemed to be a sigh from the depths of her soul, telling every word of the most real and secret feelings in her heart.

Every syllable seems to have been polished by time, carrying a heavy weight and unspeakable vicissitudes.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood quietly by the side, like a silent sculpture.

Her eyes were always fixed on the woman in front of her, and her heart was also filled with endless helplessness and emotion. Looking at the woman's slightly trembling shoulders and the tears flashing in the corners of her eyes, Xu Xiaoxiao felt that her heart was also tightly grasped, and it was so painful that she could hardly breathe.

Tonight, the moonlight falls on the earth like water, but to these two women, it is darkness.

Not a single starlight could penetrate the thick night to illuminate their way forward.

It is destined to be a sleepless night, a long and difficult night.

However, despite the confusion and uncertainty of the road ahead, they still choose to stay with each other and face this difficult time together.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Nan Weiwei's painful expression, and an inexplicable determination surged in her heart.

She knew that her stomach was not in good condition, and she also knew that if Fu Yanchen knew that she was so indulgent, he would definitely blame her, and there might even be another argument.

But at this moment, she couldn't care about so much. She just wanted to stay with Nan Weiwei and help her through this difficult time. At worst, she could go to the hospital and lie down tomorrow.

She opened a can of beer without hesitation, sat side by side with Nan Weiwei, and gently touched each other's beer can, as if conveying a kind of silent strength and comfort.

"Weiwei, you have to understand that this is your own decision! No matter what the result is, you have to bear the pain and suffering silently by yourself. There is nothing we can do to help you."

"Yeah!" Nan nodded slightly, indicating that he understood what the other party meant.

Her clear eyes stared at the person in front of her and asked softly, "Xiaoxiao, do you still remember the scene when you divorced Fu Yanchen? How did you feel at that time? Did you feel particularly uncomfortable?" After saying that, Nan bit her lip lightly, as if she was also imagining the feeling of heartbreak.

Xu Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, and thinking back to that resolute moment, a complex emotion surged in her heart.

Perhaps I was too impulsive and too confident at the time, but now that things have come to this, what is the use of any regret or remorse?