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

Chapter 1645 Excessive

Nan Weiwei was so angry at Nan Yifeng's actions that she trembled all over, her chest heaving violently, and every breath she took was filled with the flames of anger.

Her face flushed red, her eyes widened as if they were about to spit fire, and she shouted hoarsely, "Nan Yifeng, don't make me hate you any more!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, echoing in the cramped carriage, filled with endless hatred and determination.

Upon hearing these words, Nan Yifeng's body trembled violently, as if he had been struck hard by an unseen force.

His movements came to an abrupt halt, and the previously arrogant and unrestrained smile on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by astonishment and bewilderment.

However, this loss of composure lasted only a moment, after which he recovered with astonishing speed and regained his composure.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel all his unease with that breath. Then, a cynical smile returned to his lips, but only he knew that his heart was already churning with turmoil.

Nevertheless, he still managed to conceal his true emotional fluctuations with a nonchalant facade, making it impossible for anyone to glimpse even a trace of them.

However, if you look closely, you'll see a faint trace of melancholy in the corner of her eyes—like a shooting star streaking across the sky, fleeting in an instant; or like a glimmer of light in the night, quietly disappearing into the endless darkness…

He slowly released Nan Weiwei's hand, sat up straight, leaned back in his seat, casually placed his hands on the steering wheel, and smiled provocatively.

His smile held a hint of cynicism, yet also a touch of certainty, as if everything was under his control.

He raised one eyebrow with a slight smile, his long, narrow, and sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, scrutinized the woman before him—Nan Weiwei—with unbridled arrogance.

His voice was deep and magnetic, but it carried a subtle hint of mockery and disdain, as if he were laughing at her naivety and lack of worldly experience.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his words clear and articulate: "Nan Weiwei, Nan Weiwei... to tell you the truth, I actually know you very well!"

He paused briefly at this point, then deliberately leaned closer to Nan Weiwei, lowering his voice as he continued, "In my opinion, you've never actually had any so-called 'boyfriend'."

"As for 'sharing a bed with someone'... hehe, that's probably nonsense! After all, a woman's body is the most honest thing. I just touched you lightly, and look at how embarrassed you looked!"

"That nervous and awkward reaction, plus that panicked look in your eyes, tsk tsk tsk... it's like you're trying to hide something obvious! Hahahaha!"

Nan Weiwei's face darkened. "That jerk of a man."

“Weiwei, I really don’t understand. Is it just because you don’t have a boyfriend? How could that be something so embarrassing or shameful to talk about? After all, it doesn’t break any laws, and it’s not some kind of shameful secret! But why do you have to make up lies to cover up such an ordinary reality?”

"Nan Yifeng, don't talk nonsense! Who said I don't have a boyfriend? It's just that our relationship hasn't progressed to that stage yet."

"Weiwei, stop being so stubborn! We all know perfectly well that if you feel lonely, bored, or unbearably lonely when you're alone, you can come find me!"

"Although it might take me a little time to think about whether to accept your invitation, given how close and familiar we've been, I might reluctantly agree to spend some quality time with you in the end..."

Nan Weiwei said, "Nan Yifeng, I don't go back to eat the grass I've already grazed."

"Hey, look at you. We're all adults now. Shouldn't we be more open about relationships? Besides, our relationship is so clear and transparent. It's definitely better than just meeting a complete stranger. Maybe you'll experience a kind of joy and satisfaction you've never felt before when you're with me."

When Nan Weiwei heard his utterly shameless words, she felt a surge of heartache.

She glared angrily at Nan Yifeng, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, and said through gritted teeth, "Nan Yifeng, you're shameless! How come I never knew you were so disgusting!"

"Disgusting? Let me tell you, all men are the same."

Nan Yifeng's lips curled into a mocking and disdainful sneer. His voice was deep and provocative, as if he was deliberately trying to provoke Nan Weiwei, or as if he was making some absurd excuse for his behavior.

Upon hearing this, Nan Weiwei felt her head buzz, and anger surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing her completely.

She was filled with rage and could no longer tolerate this shameless man! She bit her lip tightly, trying her best to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.

Her already trembling hands became even more flustered as she eagerly began to tidy up the clothes that Nan Yifeng had roughly torn, which were now tattered and in a sorry state.

Every subtle movement was filled with deep hatred and an unspeakable sense of humiliation—every wrinkle on these clothes seemed to be an indelible scar on her heart.

She, like a wounded little animal, desperately tried to soothe her wounds, as if doing so would erase all the embarrassment she had just experienced...

After straightening her clothes, she took a deep breath and then forcefully pulled open the car door.

The action was so sudden and violent, like an enraged beast, seemingly wanting to unleash all its resentment and anger onto the door in front of it.

Go to hell! How could I possibly consider having anything with someone like you? Only a dissolute and shameless guy like you would do something like this! You already have a fiancée, yet you still go around flirting with other women and playing with their feelings!

She roared furiously, her voice deafening, as if the whole world could hear the roar from the depths of her heart.

At the same time, she slammed the car door shut with all her might, making a deafening bang—

The loud noise, like a thunderclap, shattered the previously quiet environment, sounding unusually abrupt and jarring. It was as if it were her final ultimatum to Nan Yifeng, expressing her dissatisfaction and rebuke, and her complete break with this absurd relationship.

After slamming the car door shut, Nan Weiwei strode forward without looking back, her steps hurried and heavy, each step feeling like it was treading on Nan Yifeng's heart.

She just wanted to escape this disgusting and painful place as soon as possible, and escape this man who had disappointed her utterly.

Inside the car, Nan Yifeng sat motionless in the driver's seat, staring blankly in the direction Nan Weiwei had left.

The atmosphere around them instantly became extremely heavy. The originally noisy and bustling environment seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand, and the whole world seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

Not a breath of wind brushed my cheeks, and I could hear no sound at all; I could even clearly hear my own heartbeat and breathing.

The sudden silence was chilling and unsettling, as if time had stopped and everything was frozen in this terrifying moment.

The surroundings became unusually quiet, as if time had stopped flowing.

All the noise and commotion vanished suddenly, replaced by a deathly silence.

In the midst of this tranquility, a voice, like a demonic whisper, echoed in his ears—it was the harsh remark Nan Weiwei had just uttered!

These words struck him like a heavy hammer, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Every word was so sharp and piercing, like knives stabbing deep into his heart, leaving him nowhere to hide or escape.

This short sentence was like an extremely sharp dagger, piercing straight into his heart and causing him excruciating pain.

So that's how it is! Is this what she really wanted to say deep down? It seems she's always thought this way... I never imagined she had absolutely no trust in herself.

Nan Yifeng's face turned extremely ugly, his brows furrowed tightly, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with unreadable emotions.

In fact, when Nan Weiwei slammed the car door shut and strode forward resolutely, each step filled with anger and resentment, she gradually slowed down after only a few steps.

The wind howled and blew, ruffling her hair and gradually calming her down.

She began to regret her harsh words in the car. Those words were like sharp blades, not only hurting Nan Yifeng but also plunging her into deep self-blame.

She suddenly realized that what she had just said might have gone too far. Those harsh words were like wild horses that had broken free of their reins and galloped wildly; once they were spoken, they could not be taken back.

As her thoughts deepened, a wave of remorse surged within her, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at her heart and lungs. This feeling was utterly unbearable!

She couldn't help but secretly blame herself: How could I be so impulsive? I should have controlled my emotions better... However, in a flash, she blamed Nan Yifeng for this self-reproach.

If it weren't for that guy's intimate and rude behavior towards her in the car, and even his outrageous remarks, full of vulgarity, provocation, and sarcasm, it would have been a different story.

How could she lose her temper like this! She stomped her foot angrily, muttering, "It's all his fault, who told him to provoke me first!" But even so, she still felt a little uneasy.

With these mixed feelings, Nan Weiwei hurriedly fled back to her rented room.

As soon as she opened the door, a cold and desolate atmosphere rushed towards her, and she realized that her stomach had been growling for a long time.

Without even changing her shoes, she went straight into the kitchen and took out a packet of instant noodles from the cupboard.

She hurriedly tore open the packaging, put the dough into a bowl, turned on the kettle, poured boiling water into the bowl, put the lid on, and waited anxiously.

Soon, the instant noodles were ready. She couldn't wait to lift the lid, and a burst of steam, along with the aroma of the noodles, wafted out.

She didn't care that it was hot; she picked up her chopsticks and started wolfing down the food.

She chewed the noodles quickly in her mouth, the soup splashing onto her face and clothes, but she didn't care.

She was like a starving ghost reincarnated, only thinking about eating this bowl of instant noodles as soon as possible to fill her already protesting stomach.

At this moment, Xiaomei heard the noise and came out of the room.

When she saw Nan Weiwei looking like a starving ghost reincarnated, her eyes widened, her face full of surprise and confusion.

She couldn't help but ask, "Weiwei, aren't you at the hospital? Doesn't the hospital have a cafeteria? Or is Auntie's condition so serious that she hasn't had time to eat?"

Xiao Mei's voice echoed in the quiet apartment, breaking the momentary tranquility.

Nan Weiwei shook her head slightly, forcing a seemingly relaxed smile, her voice tinged with fatigue and perfunctoriness: "Auntie is fine, Nan Yifeng came to take care of her."

She deliberately downplayed the name Nan Yifeng, trying to cover up the embarrassment and awkwardness caused by the intense conflict inside the car.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mei's eyes lit up instantly, her face filled with gossip and curiosity. She leaned forward slightly and pressed, "Then you guys..." Her eagerness made it seem as if she wouldn't give up until she got some juicy gossip out of Nan Weiwei.

After Nan Weiwei finished eating and drinking, she leaned back comfortably in her chair.

Her eyes were somewhat unfocused as she slowly said, "We can't be together anymore, and it's okay..."

"and you,,,"

"It's alright. It's getting late, let's get some rest," she said, her voice growing softer as if afraid Xiaomei would press her for more information. Then she got up and headed for the bedroom.

Having finally returned to her cozy and comfortable little nest—the bedroom—and lying lazily on the incredibly soft, faintly fragrant bed as usual, Nan Weiwei felt unusually restless and unable to fall asleep, tossing and turning.

She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, her mind replaying everything that had happened with Nan Yifeng in the car.

She recalled the hurtful words she had uttered in her anger, words that were like sharp knives, not only piercing Nan Yifeng but also causing her own heartache.

After all, in the past, Nan Yifeng had always taken care of her like an older brother, always lending a helping hand without hesitation when she encountered difficulties, and patiently comforting her when she was sad.

A thought gradually welled up in her mind: should she apologize to Nan Yifeng? But as soon as the thought emerged, it was suppressed by her stubbornness and shyness.

Apologizing means taking the initiative to admit your mistake, which implies that you have lost the argument.

She lay in bed like a caged beast, restless and agitated.

She pulled the blanket over her head, trying to shut out everything from the outside world, but Nan Yifeng's face kept appearing in her mind, his lonely eyes, his hurt expression, which made her feel guilty.

She didn't know what to do, and could only wait in this state of confusion and pain for sleepiness to slowly creep in.

But,,,,