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

They unexpectedly saw Fu Yanchen walking out of the elevator not far away and walking towards them.

Fu Yanchen's appearance caught Xu Xiaoxiao off guard. She stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to react. Nan Weiwei took the opportunity to step forward and said to Fu Yanchen with a smile: "Mr. Fu, what a coincidence! You are here too. We were just talking about you."

Fu Yanchen was slightly stunned, then responded politely: "Oh? Really? What did you say about me?" His eyes unconsciously fell on Xu Xiaoxiao, and a barely perceptible light flashed in his eyes.

Half an hour ago, he received a message saying that Xu Xiaoxiao went out in a hurry. It seemed that something happened. He was worried and immediately checked where Xu Xiaoxiao was. He followed her, but now it seems that nothing happened?

Xu Xiaoxiao avoided Fu Yanchen's gaze somewhat awkwardly. She whispered to Nan Weiwei, "Weiwei, let's go. Don't disturb them. They might have something to do." After saying that, she wanted to pull Nan Weiwei away.

"I... do have something to do... but it's almost done, are you guys ready to leave..."

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded and pulled Nan Weiwei to leave. This was the first time she had met Fu Yanchen face to face in four years, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Compared to the sharp-edged man four years ago, Fu Yanchen now seems like a jade carefully carved by time, adding a bit of maturity and stability.

His eyes were no longer as sharp as a knife and fierce as before, but instead were filled with a deep and unfathomable calmness, like a deep and still stream, calm on the surface but containing an unknown power within.

However, behind this indifference, only Xu Xiaoxiao could see the hidden edge.

She knew that it was people like this who appeared more resolute and ruthless when they acted.

Every decision he makes is like the snowflakes falling silently in winter, seemingly light and harmless, but in fact, when accumulated, they are enough to crush pines and cypresses and change mountains and rivers.

Fu Yanchen just looked at Xu Xiaoxiao. The rain had stopped, and the last bit of the sun's afterglow sprinkled lightly on his shoulders, coating his entire body with a layer of soft silver glow.

"Weiwei, let's go!"

Nan Weiwei didn't move. She looked at Fu Yanchen and said seriously, "Mr. Fu, we have something we want to ask you for help with. Do you have time?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanchen raised his eyebrows slightly: "What is it? If I can help, of course I'm willing to do so." There was a barely perceptible expectation in his tone.

Nan Weiwei glanced at Xu Xiaoxiao, and then said, "It's like this, Xiaoxiao has a contract that she needs to look at, but she doesn't have a familiar lawyer. I thought you should be good at contract matters, so I wanted to ask you to help take a look."

Hearing this, Fu Yanchen's eyes fell on Xu Xiaoxiao again. He was silent for a while, then nodded: "Okay, if that's the case, I can help you take a look. However, I'm just offering my opinion, and the final decision is up to you guys to make."

There was an imperceptible tenderness and concern in his tone.

"Where is the contract?" Fu Yanchen's voice was low and powerful, as if every word contained a weight that could not be ignored.

"The contract will be signed tomorrow, also here. Do you have time?"

Nan Weiwei asked softly, with a hint of caution in her tone, as if she was afraid to disturb this man with a strong aura.

Fu Yanchen's gaze did not fall on her, but always stayed on Xu Xiaoxiao's figure, as if her every slight movement could touch his heartstrings.

"Yes, what time?" he asked calmly, without any emotion in his tone.

"Yes, ten o'clock in the morning." Nan Weiwei answered again, with a hint of certainty in her voice.

"Okay, sure. I'll be there on time tomorrow. Now... do you want to go back to the store, or..."

Fu Yanchen hadn't finished speaking yet, as if he was still expecting something.

"Go home!" Xu Xiaoxiao's voice sounded coldly. She didn't want to be with Fu Yanchen. An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, making her just want to escape from this place.

Fu Yanchen frowned slightly, and a trace of imperceptible pain flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything more, just nodded gently.

"I'll take you there." There was a hint of firmness in his words that could not be refused, but Xu Xiaoxiao did not appreciate it.

She took Nan Weiwei's hand, turned around and left, as if staying any longer would make her unbearable.

Fu Yanchen looked at their departing backs, with inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.

It was a complex emotion mixed with loss, helplessness and deep attachment, as if his whole world became empty and silent with their departure.

He stood there quietly, letting the moonlight shine all over his body, but he was unable to warm his heart which was cold because of her.

After the last sound of footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, Fu Yanchen slowly stood up and left the place quietly like the last wisp of mist in the night.

He did not choose to go back to the villa, but drove straight to the company, where Mr. Dong was already waiting for him quietly.

In the company's lobby, the lights were dim and warm, forming a sharp contrast with the cold moonlight outside.

Fu Yanchen stepped into this familiar space, and every step he took seemed steady and powerful.

The moment he stepped here, his eyes had regained their former calmness and firmness, as if the tenderness just now was just an illusion in the night, and his gentleness was only for Xu Xiaoxiao.

"Mr. Fu." Mr. Dong's voice sounded at the right time, with a bit of respect and expectation.

He stood up, his posture still upright. Although the years had left deep marks on his face, his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.

Fu Yanchen nodded slightly in response.

He walked over and sat down opposite Mr. Dong. Their eyes met in the air. There was no need for words. The tacit understanding between them was enough to convey thousands of words.

"Is everything ready?" Fu Yanchen's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

Mr. Dong nodded gently, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Yes, Mr. Fu, everything has been arranged according to your instructions, and we are just waiting for the signing ceremony tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanchen raised the corner of his mouth into an imperceptible smile.

His eyes passed through the space in front of him, as if he had already seen tomorrow's victory.

Then, he slowly stood up and said, "Very good, I will go there tomorrow. Take a look at the contract. If there is no problem, this is it."

Mr. Dong took the contract, read it, and nodded, "No problem, let's take this one."

"Mr. Fu... then my wife..."