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

"Xiaoxiao, you hate me so much, fine, I'll help you."

Fu Yanchen's face was covered with frost. The man who was always shrouded in frost was like an iceberg on the eve of melting.

He stretched out the hand that often pointed out the world on the commercial battlefield and steadily grabbed the utility knife on the table.

The cold metallic luster flows under the mottled lights, like the lone star on the winter night in the North, sharp and dazzling.

He slowly handed the knife to Xu Xiaoxiao, his eyes like an abyss, swallowing up all the light and darkness, but hiding unknown secrets.

His voice was the kind of deep and decisive voice that had been honed on the battlefield, like iron and stone in winter, cold and firm: "If you want to kill me, just do it. I have asked Lin Nuo to make a will. My death I can’t blame you, even if you really kill me, nothing will happen.”

Xu Xiaoxiao was stunned.

She looked at the utility knife in Fu Yanchen's hand as if she were looking at a poisonous snake spitting out its seeds.

An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, whether it was anger, resentment, or something else, she couldn't tell clearly.

She took the knife and held the handle tightly with her fingers. The cold metal penetrated her skin and pierced her heart.

She aimed at Fu Yanchen's heart and stabbed her. At that moment, her heart beat like a drum and her breathing became rapid, as if she wanted to pour out all the anger and resentment in her heart.

However, at the moment when the tip of the knife was about to touch Fu Yanchen's heart, Xu Xiaoxiao stopped.

She found that her hands were shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

The anger and resentment in my heart seemed to dissipate a lot at this moment, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness. She looked into Fu Yanchen's deep eyes, and the firmness and determination in them made her suddenly realize that she couldn't make a move.

Fu Yanchen just stood there motionless, looking at Xu Xiaoxiao, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

What is it, disappointment? Regret? Or something else, no one can tell clearly.

He covered Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, and his tone was as gentle as the night wind blowing through the treetops: "Xiaoxiao, come on, stab, stab, stab here hard, this knife will kill me, you Can't you avenge your brother and Ji Feng? Isn't this what you have always wanted? But ask yourself, is this really the result you want? Can this really avenge your brother and the others? "

"In this way, the real man behind the scenes will get carried away because his goal has been achieved."

His words were like an invisible needle, piercing Xu Xiaoxiao's heart, causing his head to hurt.

She was stunned, and the utility knife in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

She looked at Fu Yanchen, her eyes that were once full of anger and resentment now became confused and helpless.

She suddenly realized that she might not really want to kill him, and even if she wanted to kill him, it would not be now. One thing Fu Yanchen said was right. Although the deaths of her brother and Ji Feng seemed to be because of Fu Yanchen,

But the real man behind the scenes was not Fu Yanchen. She knew this. Fu Yanchen was just regarded as the executioner.

Then let him live a few more days.

But Fu Yanchen thought that Xu Xiaoxiao didn't really want his life, and she still couldn't bear it. Maybe what Xu Xiaoxiao wanted was justice, a justice that would allow her brother and Ji Feng to rest in peace.

"Xiaoxiao, I will give you an explanation for the death of your brother and Ji Feng."

The utility knife slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The sound echoed in the empty room, like the end of an era.

Xu Xiaoxiao squatted on the ground and cried, scolding herself for being useless.

Fu Yanchen on the side smiled, a smile of relief.

He knew that Xu Xiaoxiao still couldn't bear to kill him.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood up. There were no tears in her eyes, only determination and determination remained: "Hang on for my brother's funeral as soon as possible. Also, I want to see the truth you promised me as soon as possible. Fu Yanchen, I don’t believe you can’t find out. What happened three years ago, if you do a little research, you will find out. You just don’t want to find out. Otherwise, even Mo Jinghan could find out that I was wrongly accused three years ago, why can’t you? ?”

"After my brother's funeral, if I still don't know the truth, I will find a way to find out the truth myself. If necessary, I will ask Mo Jinghan to cooperate."

Fu Yanchen's brows furrowed.

Mo Jinghan actually knew what happened three years ago? what on earth is it? He felt an inexplicable irritability and uneasiness.

However, looking at Xu Xiaoxiao's firm eyes, he knew that this matter could no longer be avoided.

How could he agree to cooperate with Mo Jinghan, how could he allow it.

It was impossible for him to give Fu Yanchen this opportunity.

Xu Xiaoxiao didn't want to continue talking to him.

She turned and walked towards the door. Although her steps were staggering, her back was extremely firm: "Fu Yanchen, that's all I have to say. There's nothing else to do now. I'll go out first. To prevent your aunt and others from thinking I want to kill you."

Seeing Xu Xiaoxiao running away, Fu Yanchen smiled. Xu Xiaoxiao still doesn't want to admit it. At that moment, she couldn't bear it at all.

"Smile, did you feel inexplicably heartbroken at that moment?"

Xu Xiaoxiao stumbled out of Fu Yanchen's book and met Fu Rou in the living room.

She called "aunt" indifferently and left.

Fu Rou hesitated for a moment, then she called Xu Xiaoxiao who was about to leave, her tone full of sincerity and guilt: "Xiaoxiao, what happened last time was my fault. It was my impulsiveness that made you and Yan Chen There was a misunderstanding. I hope you don't blame Yan Chen for this, he is sincere to you."

Xu Xiaoxiao stopped, turned around, and looked at Fu Rou coldly.

Her eyes no longer had the intimacy and dependence of the past, only indifference and alienation remained.

She once really treated Fu Rou as her own aunt, but after what happened last time, she realized that they were a family, and she would always be an outsider.

She raised a sarcastic smile on her lips and said: "Aunt, don't worry, I won't take the lives of my brother and Brother Ji Feng until the cause of his death is found out. It's just hard to say in the future, unless he takes my hard work for the past three years." Bear it, otherwise, I won’t be able to let it go.”

Fu Rou's expression changed when she heard this. She took a step forward, held Xu Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, and said in a choked voice: "Xiaoxiao, aunt, please, what happened three years ago was Yan Chen's fault, and he was confused for a moment. This has led to today's situation. But he already knows his mistakes and is now atoning for his sins. Why can't you let it go? You torture yourself and him like this, why bother? "

Xu Xiaoxiao withdrew her hand with force and said coldly: "Aunt, you said it easily, let it go? How do you want me to let it go? You can try it in a place like a prison, and there are my brother and brother Ji Feng." How can I let go of my life when it's gone like this? Your family is reunited and in harmony, but what about me? I've lost the person I'm closest to. Do you know what I've been like in the past three years? Now? You ask me to let go, do you think it’s possible?”

Her voice grew louder and louder, until she was almost hysterical.

The resentment and anger in her heart erupted like a volcano, shocking everyone present.

Fu Rou was frightened by her appearance. She took a step back and said with a pale face: "Xiaoxiao, you...what's wrong with you? Don't be like this, my aunt feels distressed when she looks at her."

Xu Xiaoxiao sneered, turned around and strode away from this place full of memories and pain.

She didn't want to be here, she was so annoyed.