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

"Sir, you are back." The butler went up and took what Fu Yanchen was holding. It was a box of small cakes, probably bought for Xu Xiaoxiao.

"Where's the wife?" Fu Yanchen had taken care of everything and thought of an excuse to come back to deal with Xu Xiaoxiao, but he found that Xu Xiaoxiao, who used to wait for him to come home every day, was unprecedented today. Could it be that she was thinking of something?

Fu Yanchen's eyes were like a searching cheetah, looking around with sharp eyes.

The bright light in the living room reflected his resolute face. However, after looking at it for a long time, he could not catch that familiar figure in his sight, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of inexplicable loss and anxiety in his heart.

He turned around and glanced at the housekeeper beside him, with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Where's the madam? What do you want to ask me? Why didn't I see her?"

The housekeeper lowered his head and said in a slightly hesitant voice, "Sir, my wife seemed a little unhappy today. She didn't even eat dinner, so she went upstairs to rest."

"Unhappy?" Fu Yanchen frowned, the uneasiness in his heart spread like ripples, and his heart beat wildly.

Xiaoxiao was still affected by the words of that woman Lu Yingying. He knew that the words of that woman Lu Yingying were like a poisonous thorn, piercing deeply into Xu Xiaoxiao's heart and touching his heartstrings.

Xiaoxiao was not happy, and neither was he. Now he seemed to see Xu Xiaoxiao sitting alone in the corner of the room, looking out the window with empty eyes, his heart full of confusion and pain, silently and sadly alone.

He raised Xu Xiaoxiao, and he knew Xu Xiaoxiao's temper. She was a sensitive and fragile woman, especially after losing her memory. Her heart became even more sensitive. Lu Yingying's vicious words were undoubtedly cruel to her soul.

Fu Yanchen took a deep breath and tried to calm down his excitement.

He couldn't let Xu Xiaoxiao bear this pain alone. He wanted to find her, comfort her, and tell her that those words were nonsense.

He picked up the small cake, stepped forward, and hurriedly walked towards the stairs. Every step seemed so heavy, carrying a sense of responsibility and unwillingness.

At the corner of the stairs, he stopped and looked up at Xu Xiaoxiao's room on the second floor, which was also their bedroom. During this time, they had fallen in love in there so many times.

Fu Yanchen was lingering every time, and now the door was closed tightly, but Fu Yan seemed to be able to see her lonely and helpless figure through the door.

He took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.

"Xiaoxiao, it's me. Open the door. That dessert shop you like has a new flavor. I'll buy it for you." Fu Yan said softly.

There was no echo in the room, but Fu Yanchen could feel her presence.

He opened the door gently and walked in.

Xu Xiaoxiao was sitting by the window, staring at the night sky outside the window in a daze.

"Xiaoxiao." He called her name softly and walked to her side.

She didn't look back, just sighed softly, "Brother Yanchen, is what Lu Yingying said true?"

"No."

He responded, stretched out his hand and gently put his arm around her shoulders, "Xiaoxiao, don't listen to those people's nonsense. You believe me, they just want to destroy our relationship."

"But, she said,,, that I am the third party, and it is you and her sister..." Fu Yanchen saw Xu Xiaoxiao's body trembling slightly,

"Xiaoxiao, you are not."

Xu Xiaoxiao turned around slowly, tears flashing in his eyes, "Really? I'm not the third party?"

"Of course, you are not." Fu Yanchen said with certainty, "You are my wife. You are the wife of Fu Yanchen, the matchmaker, and you are not a third party."

"Don't be affected by those rumors, okay?"

"it is good!"

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded and leaned against Fu Yanchen's shoulder pain. With Fu Yanchen's comfort, Xu Xiaoxiao's mood seemed to calm down a lot.

They sat together quietly, looking at the night sky outside the window, enjoying this rare tranquility and warmth.

Fu Yanchen knew that no matter what happened in the future, he would stand firmly by her side, protect her and prevent her from shedding another tear.

"You go to bed early!" Fu Yanchen said softly, with concern in his eyes. He gently picked up Xu Xiaoxiao, as if he was holding a soft dream, and walked steadily to the bed.

Xu Xiaoxiao was not in good health and was very light, as light as a feather. He carefully placed Xu Xiaoxiao on the soft mattress. His meticulous care made Xu Xiaoxiao feel warm in his heart.

Looking at her lying on the bed, he stretched out his hand and gently covered her with the quilt, every movement full of tenderness and care.

"Aren't you coming together?" Xu Xiaoxiao's voice broke the silence. She looked up at him, her clear eyes full of expectation and doubt.

Fu Yanchen looked at her, feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes were very clean and bright, like the brightest stars in the night sky, making people yearn for them.

He lowered his head slightly and said softly: "You go to sleep first, I have some things to deal with."

However, Xu Xiaoxiao grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked softly: "Brother Yan Chen, I'm a little scared, can we come together? Or maybe I'm asleep and you are leaving."

Her voice was full of attachment, and Fu Yanchen felt warm in his heart when he looked at Xu Xiaoxiao.

She was indeed beautiful, her smart eyes and smiling face made his heart flutter.

Unable to control the ripples in his heart, he gently held her hand and said softly: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Their eyes met, and time stood still at this moment.

He turned off the light, lay next to her, and held her tightly in his arms.

In the darkness, their heartbeats gradually synchronized, as if a beautiful piece of music was playing in the silent night.

Xu Xiaoxiao leaned into his arms, feeling his warmth and heartbeat. The peace and happiness in her heart made her gradually close her eyes.

And Fu Yanchen hugged her quietly, enjoying the rare silence and warmth.

Listening to Xu Xiaoxiao's even breathing, Fu Yanchen gently lifted the quilt and stood up...