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

Chapter 1691 is just a little bit away.

"The medicine I ordered for you should have arrived. You sit down and rest, I'll go get it."

After Nan Weiwei finished speaking, her eyes darted around nervously, not daring to meet Nan Yifeng's gaze.

As if to conceal her inner turmoil, or perhaps eager to escape the ambiguous atmosphere, she pushed Nan Yifeng away.

Although the force was not strong, it carried a hint of urgency. She then hurriedly ran towards the door, her steps somewhat disordered, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements.

Nan Yifeng was slightly taken aback by Nan Weiwei's sudden action, and swayed before regaining his balance.

He watched Nan Weiwei rush towards the door in a panic, a helpless and bitter smile appearing on his lips. He sighed inwardly, "Sigh, Nan Weiwei was just a hair's breadth away from wavering."

He saw a fleeting moment of hesitation and attraction in Nan Weiwei's eyes, but just as they were about to touch, he was...

He slowly sat back on the sofa, propping his head up with his hands, his eyes filled with disappointment and regret. He regretted not being braver and persisting a little longer, which might have made Nan Weiwei forgive him.

A short while later, Nan Weiwei returned with the medicine.

Her face regained its composure, as if the panic she had just experienced was merely an illusion.

She walked to the coffee table, placed the medicine on it, picked up a clean cup, went to the water dispenser, and filled a glass with warm water.

The water in the glass rippled slightly, reflecting her complex expression.

She returned to the coffee table with the water glass, handed the medicine to Nan Yifeng, and said in a calm but authoritative voice, "Take the medicine, then go back. I'll send the clothes to your aunt tonight."

Nan Yifeng slowly raised his head, looking at Nan Weiwei's calm and serene face, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He knew that Nan Weiwei was deliberately keeping her distance, trying to completely dispel the ambiguous atmosphere from before.

He took the medicine, but didn't take it immediately. Instead, he held it tightly in his hand, his eyes pleading, and said, "Weiwei, can I stay a little longer? My stomach is still a bit upset."

He tried to use his physical discomfort to gain Nan Weiwei's pity and affection.

Nan Wei frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her resolve.

She turned her head away, avoiding looking at Nan Yifeng's pitiful eyes, and said, "You'll feel better after taking the medicine. You should go back and rest early. Your aunt will be worried about you too." Her tone was gentle, but it left no room for argument.

Seeing Nan Weiwei's resolute attitude, Nan Yifeng knew that there was no point in persisting any longer.

He sighed helplessly, slowly opened the medicine box, put the pill in his mouth, then picked up the water glass, tilted his head back, and swallowed the medicine and water together.

The water flowed down his throat, but it could not quench his parched heart.

He put down his water glass, slowly stood up, and swayed slightly due to the pain in his stomach.

He endured the pain, struggled to stand up straight, looked at Nan Weiwei, and said, "Alright then, I'll head back now. Please bring the clothes to me tonight." His voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless disappointment.

Nan Weiwei nodded slightly and said, "Okay, be careful on your way."

There was a hint of concern in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

She stood there, watching Nan Yifeng slowly walk towards the door, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Nan Yifeng walked to the door, stopped, and looked back at Nan Weiwei.

His eyes were filled with longing and reluctance as he slowly opened the door.

Just as Nan Yifeng was about to leave, a sharp cell phone ringtone suddenly came from Xiaomei's room without warning.

The ringing of the bell shattered the already quiet and somewhat oppressive space like a thunderclap.

Nan Yifeng and Nan Weiwei were both stunned, as if they had been frozen in place. Their bodies stiffened instantly.

Their eyes were filled with astonishment as they all looked toward Xiaomei's room, as if the ringing was coming from a mysterious and unknown world.

After a few seconds, they came to their senses and asked in unison, "Is Xiaomei home?" Their voices carried a hint of undisguised doubt and surprise.

Nan Weiwei frowned slightly. Xiao Mei had just said she had to leave first and hadn't said she would come back.

What... what's going on? A hint of unease flashed in Nan Weiwei's eyes. She took the first step and walked towards Xiao Mei's room, her steps hurried yet cautious.

Seeing this, Nan Yifeng disregarded the throbbing pain in his stomach and quickly followed.

The two arrived at Xiaomei's room door, where her phone was still ringing stubbornly, as if urgently calling for something.

Nan Weiwei gently raised her hand, wanting to knock on the door, but her hand stopped in mid-air.

She turned to look at Nan Yifeng, her eyes questioning, as if asking, "What should we do?" Nan Yifeng pondered for a moment, then nodded, gesturing for Nan Weiwei to knock on the door.

Nan Wei took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, then gently knocked on the door and said, "Xiao Mei, is that you? Are you inside?"

Although she tried to keep her voice calm, a hint of nervousness could still be heard.

However, there was no response from the room, only the ringing of the cell phone, as if mocking their futile efforts.

Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng exchanged a glance. Nan Weiwei knocked harder on the door and said again, "Xiaomei, what's wrong? Answer us, don't worry us." But, all they got in response was silence.

Nan Yifeng frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

He gently took Nan Weiwei's hand and said, "Weiwei, stop knocking. I feel something's wrong. Let's go in and take a look." Nan Weiwei hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Nan Yifeng slowly grasped the doorknob, gently turned it, only to find that the door was locked.

His brow furrowed even more, and his unease grew stronger.

He turned to Nan Weiwei and said, "Weiwei, go find some tools and see if you can open the door." Nan Weiwei nodded and quickly turned to find the tools.

A short while later, Nan Weiwei returned with a screwdriver.

Nan Yifeng took the screwdriver and carefully began to pry open the door lock.

His movements were practiced, but he seemed somewhat anxious at the moment.

After some effort, the lock was finally pried open. Nan Yifeng gently pushed open the door, and a faint, unpleasant odor wafted out.

The two cautiously entered the room, which was dimly lit with the curtains tightly drawn, and only the faint light from the phone screen flickered.

Nan Weiwei followed the direction of the phone's ringtone and found the phone on the bedside table, but the bed was empty.

She picked up her phone and found that the screen displayed an unfamiliar number.

Nan Yifeng looked around the room. He opened the wardrobe, which was empty. He then checked the window and found that it was locked from the inside.

"No, I guess he forgot his phone when he went out."

Nan Weiwei, however, fell into deep thought...