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

"Mr. Fu, do you know her?"

Zheng Guolin's voice rang out in the quiet office with a barely perceptible tremor. He was a little worried. If this man had a close relationship with Xu Xiaoxiao, he would have no chance. How could he, a college student, compare with the man in front of him?

He stopped and gently tapped the photo of Xu Xiaoxiao on the desk, as if it was not just a piece of paper, but a heavy object carrying countless memories.

Fu Yanchen's back seemed particularly stiff at this moment, as if being pulled by an invisible thread, and finally he slowly turned around.

His gaze passed through the mist of time and space and fell on the face of the young man opposite. After a long while, he squeezed out a word from the depth of his throat: "I know her, what's wrong? Do you know her too?" His voice was low and hoarse, like old tree bark worn by time.

Zheng Guolin nodded, a hint of tenderness and nostalgia flashing in his eyes, "Yes, she is a very nice person. Four years ago, I ran into some trouble and she lent a hand to help me."

When he said this, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, as if that memory was the warmest corner in his heart.

Su Rou, who was standing aside, looked between Zheng Guolin and Fu Yanchen, trying to catch more information. She noticed that Fu Yanchen's eyes had an indescribable complex emotion when he mentioned Xu Xiaoxiao.

Fu Yanchen's eyes flickered slightly, and he winked at her. That look contained too many unspeakable things. Su Rou's heart trembled, and she understood something instantly. She sighed softly, turned around and left, and said silently in her heart: "Zheng Guolin, take care of yourself! You are finished if you dare to covet Madam."

Her steps were light yet a little heavy, as if every step was stepping on the thorns of memories. Alas! Their boss was in a mess.

Su Rou's figure gradually disappeared behind the door, leaving the room in silence.

Fu Yanchen slowly returned to his seat. His deep eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, but in the end they only turned into a sigh.

He picked up the photo of Xu Xiaoxiao on the table and gently stroked it with his fingertips, as if he could feel her warmth through the cold photo paper.

"You've known each other four years, so... you must be very familiar with each other. Tell me about it." His voice was low and magnetic, with a barely perceptible hint of anticipation.

Zheng Guolin heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he asked: "Mr. Fu, may I ask... who are you to her?"

Fu Yanchen's mouth curled up into a bitter smile, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke: "I am her...I raised her."

"Who raised her?" Zheng Guolin was obviously a little surprised. "Then... you are her brother."

Fu Yanchen, "..."

Brother? Haha, luckily no one said he was Xu Xiaoxiao’s father.

"Fu, Mr. Fu..."

Fu Yanchen came back to his senses, shook his head, and smiled even more bitterly: "Brother? Did she say that to you?" A complicated light flashed in his eyes, as if there were thousands of words stuck in his chest, but he didn't know where to start.

Zheng Guolin waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, it's not like that. I only got to know her recently. After she helped me, I was busy going to school, and she didn't leave her phone number. I looked for her, but couldn't find her. The last time our company went to her cold drink shop to drink cold drinks, I recognized her and asked for her contact information. Are you...really her brother?"

There was a hint of uncertainty and expectation in his tone, and he was obviously curious about Xu Xiaoxiao's life experience.

Fu Yanchen just sat there quietly, looking at the photo in his hand with deep eyes, as if he could see every bit of the past from that small photo. His girl was still so helpful.

Thousands of words surged in his heart, but in the end they only turned into a sigh: "I'm not her brother."

"It's not my brother, it's..." Zheng Guolin's voice trembled slightly. The speculation in his mind spread like wildfire, but he didn't dare to ignite it easily.

His eyes searched for the answer on Fu Yanchen's face, but he found that he actually knew it already but didn't dare to admit it.

Fu Yanchen smiled bitterly, with a hint of helplessness and sadness in his eyes: "You are a smart person, you already know what it is. Yes, it is just as you think, Xiaoxiao... I raised her, just like in all the novels, she grew up, we are together, she is my wife, but there are some misunderstandings between us, she came here in anger, and I followed her, we also have a child, she is four years old, studying in the capital, do you want to see it?"

Having said that, he took out a photo from the drawer and gently placed it on the table.

In the photo, a cute little boy is smiling brightly. His eyes and eyebrows are very similar to Xu Xiaoxiao, especially the face, which is exactly the same, a smaller version of Xu Xiaoxiao.

Zheng Guolin looked at the photos, feeling an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart.

He shook his head, as if trying to deny the fact: "No, it's impossible. Xiaoxiao is still so young, how can she get married, or marry Mr. Fu, such a big shot. You are lying."

There was a hint of disbelief and loss in his tone, as if he had suddenly lost something important.

Fu Yanchen just sat there quietly, looking at him deeply, as if waiting for him to accept this fact.

The atmosphere in the office became extremely heavy, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Zheng Guolin felt mixed emotions. He didn't know how to face this sudden truth, let alone how to face his own feelings.

"No, I don't believe it. I'm going to ask Xu Xiaoxiao in person, unless she admits it herself."

Zheng Guolin repeated stubbornly, his eyes flashing with stubbornness.

Fu Yanchen's expression changed slightly, but then relaxed.

He thought of Xu Xiaoxiao's dark face when she was angry, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He hoped that Zheng Guolin could get an answer, but he was also afraid that the answer would bring more trouble.

"Okay, sure. Call Xiaoxiao now and put her on speakerphone."

Fu Yanchen finally made a decision. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice. He was taking a gamble.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Guolin immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Xu Xiaoxiao's number.

The call was quickly connected, and Xu Xiaoxiao's voice came from the phone, with a hint of confusion and inquiry: "Hello, hello, what's the matter?"

Zheng Guolin took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm: "Xiaoxiao, I...I want to ask you something. Are you...are you married?"

On the other end of the phone, Xu Xiaoxiao was obviously stunned for a moment, and then there was a chuckle: "Zheng Guolin, why do you ask this?

When Zheng Guolin heard this, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

He looked at Fu Yanchen and found that the other person's expression had also become a little complicated.

He didn't know how to deal with this sudden situation.

"Xiaoxiao, is it true?"