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

Chapter 1643 I have a boyfriend

The carriage was so quiet it was almost oppressive, with only the faint sound of tires rubbing against the ground and the occasional noise from the street outside.

Nan Yifeng gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, his eyes focused on the road ahead, and he didn't say a word the whole time, as if he were immersed in his own world.

Nan Weiwei sat in the passenger seat, occasionally stealing glances at Nan Yifeng. She felt a mix of emotions, including exhaustion from the morning's events and unease about the awkward atmosphere between them.

The car soon arrived at the shop where the mother had ordered custom jewelry.

Nan Yifeng parked the car and walked into the store with Nan Weiwei.

The shop assistant greeted us warmly and quickly brought out the custom-made jewelry.

It was an exquisite pearl necklace, each pearl round and full, radiating a soft and warm luster, and appearing exceptionally dazzling under the light.

Nan Weiwei carefully took the necklace, examined it thoroughly, and after confirming that it was correct, gently placed it into the box.

After collecting the jewelry, the two walked out of the store.

Nan Weiwei stood by the car, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Um... are you... going to the hospital later?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of uncertainty.

Nan Yifeng leaned against the car door, hands in his pockets, his eyes somewhat indifferent, and replied casually, "I don't know, we'll see! She has a husband, she probably doesn't need me."

Upon hearing this, Nan Weiwei felt a surge of anger. She frowned and raised her voice, saying, "What do you mean you don't need her? You're her son, it's your duty to take care of her! How can you think like that? Your parents raised you with great difficulty, and now that she's injured, even if you're busy, you should spend more time with her."

"She wasn't the one who raised me with such hardship," Nan Yi said in a follow-up video after resigning.

"Even if it wasn't her, she still gave you life."

Nan Yifeng said, "Okay, I'll go."

"Great! In that case, you can go now." Nan Weiwei handed the necklace to Nan Yifeng. "Remember to give the jewelry to your mother; she'll love it."

"How do you go back?"

"As for me, I can take a taxi home. It's not rush hour now, so I have a car. Don't worry about me. Enjoy your time with your family!"

Her eyes were full of reproach and dissatisfaction, as if she were looking at an ignorant child.

Nan Yifeng was stunned by Nan Weiwei's words. He straightened up, looked at Nan Weiwei, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of guilt and helplessness.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Okay, it was my oversight. Here, I'll take you home, and then we'll go to the hospital. As for the necklace, my mother said she doesn't trust me to keep it, so you should keep it."

As he spoke, he reached out and opened the car door, gesturing for Nan Weiwei to get in.

Nan hesitated for a moment, but finally got into the car.

On the way back, the carriage seemed to be shrouded in an invisible film of silence, the atmosphere so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

At first, no one spoke; it was so quiet that only the faint hum of the car engine and the rustling of the tires against the ground could be heard.

Nan Weiwei sat quietly in the passenger seat, her eyes gazing blankly through the car window at the scenery rushing past.

The skyscrapers, street shops, and hurried pedestrians flashed by before her eyes like rapidly changing movie scenes.

She waited silently for their arrival at their destination, thinking that she didn't want to have any friction with this man anyway. It was better to avoid trouble. The morning's ordeal had left her physically and mentally exhausted, and she really didn't have the energy to argue with Nan Yifeng anymore.

After traveling about halfway, the oppressive silence was finally broken.

Nan Yifeng turned his head slightly, looked at Nan Weiwei, and broke the silence: "I heard..." He hesitated for a few seconds.

"You... you've moved to an apartment near your company, and you're even sharing it with Xiaomei."

When he said those words, there was an indescribable feeling about them.

The sound was neither loud nor passionate, but like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake, it created subtle ripples. It floated quietly in the air, seemingly unremarkable, yet also as if concealing some profound meaning.

Nan Weiwei was lost in her own thoughts when Nan Yifeng suddenly spoke, startling her.

She turned her head, glared at Nan Yifeng with annoyance, and said in a stiff tone, "Yeah, so what? You have a problem with that? If you do, keep it to yourself. What I do is none of your business now, right?"

Her eyes held a hint of wariness and resistance, as if Nan Yifeng were invading her private space.

Nan Yifeng was taken aback by Nan Weiwei's fiery response, but he didn't immediately lash out. Instead, he paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing a hint of teasing: "Of course, no problem! But seriously, I'm quite curious..."

"Curious? Curious about what?" Nan Weiwei looked completely bewildered.

"I'm curious... Besides someone like me, who's always been incredibly patient and tolerant, who else could possibly put up with your unusual lifestyle habits?"

He spoke with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, a half-smile playing on his lips, emphasizing the phrase "except for me" with a meaningful expression and an enigmatic smile, leaving one wondering: what exactly is this guy trying to say? Is he really that bad?

He continued, "Oh, and Xiaoxiao can accept you; after all, she's your twin sister, born of the same mother, and can tolerate your little quirks. As for Xiaomei..."

"Xiaomei? What's wrong, Xiaomei? We've known each other for a long time, okay?"

"Hehe, we've known each other for a long time, but we've never lived together, right? Weiwei, I bet you, it won't be long before Xiaomei can't stand your temper anymore and moves out to find a new place."

As Nan Yifeng spoke, he observed Nan Weiwei's reaction, seemingly enjoying the feeling of teasing her.

He imagined Nan Weiwei jumping up and down in anger at him, and a strange sense of pleasure welled up inside him.

These words came like a storm, catching Nan Weiwei completely off guard.

Her eyes widened, her face filled with shock and anger, but her throat felt as if something was blocking it, and she couldn't utter a sound.

Those harsh words were like an incredibly sharp sword, mercilessly piercing Nan Weiwei's heart. Every word struck her fragile mental defenses like a heavy hammer.

At this moment, Nan Weiwei felt as if she were in a dark abyss, surrounded by cold, bone-chilling stone walls, and no matter how she struggled, she could not escape this nightmare.

The boulder pressing on her chest grew heavier and heavier, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She felt as if her cheeks were being roasted on fire, burning hot, and her ears were also burning red.

Something strange welled up in her eyes, like warm liquid swirling inside, but she held it back, refusing to let the stinging sensation turn into tears.

Her eyes widened as she stared intently at Nan Yifeng, her gaze filled with anger and resentment. Her voice trembled slightly with agitation: "Nan Yifeng, what business is it of yours if Xiaomei moves out! What right do you have to interfere? When did it become your place to dictate our affairs?"

Her hands were clenched into fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

"Please, watch your mouth! We've already parted ways and are like strangers, why be so aggressive? You should be kinder!"

Nan Wei took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and said slowly and deliberately, "Back then, we were so close, like one big family. I treated you with all my heart and soul! But who would have thought that we would eventually go our separate ways?"

"Since things have come to this, why can't we just part ways amicably? Why make things so ugly? Look at what you're saying now, it's like a sharp knife, deeply piercing my heart! And it makes you a laughing stock in front of others, making them think you have no manners at all, it's really degrading!"

Having said that, she slightly raised her chin, a faint, almost imperceptible smile of disdain playing on her lips, and a hint of mockery flickered in her beautiful eyes as she continued, her voice a half-smile:

"Hmph! Nan Yifeng, don't just criticize me. Talk about yourself! The woman you're so close to now shouldn't be very old, right? She doesn't seem suitable for you. How long can you keep playing with her before you abandon her? Don't be like that. She's a virgin. Treat her well."

"I'm kindly advising you to stop being so dissolute and find someone decent! Do you really think that being fickle and womanizing like this is what it means to be carefree and unrestrained?"

"Yes, it's really good." Nan Yifeng nodded.

Nan Weiwei said, "Hehe, if I were to accidentally contract some strange or unusual illness, I'm afraid I would regret it and end up with a loss that outweighs the gain! My parents would also feel sorry for me."

Nan Weiwei's words were like a sharp blade, piercing straight at Nan Yifeng.

Nan Yifeng's face instantly darkened, a hint of anger and embarrassment flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

The atmosphere in the carriage became even more tense, as if a storm was about to break.

Half a day later, the suffocating silence in the carriage felt like a heavy boulder pressing down on people, making it hard to breathe.

Nan Yifeng took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his wildly beating heart and gradually relax his tense nerves.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at Nan Weiwei with a complicated look in his eyes. His gaze was filled with indescribable emotions, including memories of the past, helplessness at the moment, and some inexplicable entanglement, making him hard to understand.

His lips moved, his voice low and slow, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat: "Weiwei! We've been together for so long, and you've always been very healthy, you haven't even had a minor ailment."

"Especially gynecological problems, I've never had one. Actually, it's inseparable from my careful care! After all, you can't take these things lightly. Every time we're intimate, I make sure to take all the necessary safety precautions so that the person I'm with will never get hurt."

"And you know, I take personal hygiene very seriously! Not only do I keep myself clean and tidy, but I also urge them to shower and change clothes frequently! Only in this way can we ensure the health of both of us!"

Nan Weiwei's anger, which she had been barely suppressing, flared up again after hearing Nan Yifeng's words.

She felt a rush of heat to her head, her cheeks flushed red, as if they could bleed.

She bit her lip tightly until it turned white, and her body trembled slightly with anger.

She wanted to give a sharp retort, but the words stuck in her throat and she swallowed them back.

She understood that if she continued to argue with him, she would not only fail to change anything, but would also only get herself into more trouble.

Because no matter how hard she tried, she knew she could never win an argument with him.

This feeling of powerlessness was like being suppressed by an invisible force, making her feel extremely frustrated.

I wanted to express my opinion, but I found that all the words I wanted to say were swallowed back down.

Doing this is undoubtedly asking for trouble and creating problems for yourself.

So she chose to remain silent, turning her head to the window and staring blankly at the street scene rushing past, as if this could shut out the disgusting atmosphere inside the car and Nan Yifeng's voice that was making her feel uneasy.

But... she wasn't willing to give up...

Nan Weiwei's chest heaved violently with anger and resentment. She felt as if her lungs were about to explode with rage, and every breath she took was burning hot.

She turned her head sharply, meeting Nan Yifeng's somewhat mocking gaze directly. Her eyes were full of determination and provocation, like an enraged little beast that fearlessly bared its claws.

"Very good!" Her voice was sharp and high-pitched, like a sharp dagger slicing through the oppressive air in the carriage. "Nan Weiwei, I have something to tell you. I also have a boyfriend. We are already discussing marriage. The date has been set. I will call you."

She deliberately emphasized the words "boyfriend" and "marriage" as if this would overwhelm Nan Yifeng and make him pay for his harsh words.

A blurry figure involuntarily appeared in Nan Weiwei's mind; it was the "boyfriend" she had fabricated to spite Nan Yifeng.

She imagined this man as gentle, considerate, and charming, who would cherish her and plan a bright future together.

The more she thought about it, the more relieved she felt, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, revealing a smug smile.

Behind that smile, however, lies a barely perceptible bitterness and loneliness.

She knew that she was only saying these things to save face and not to look so pathetic in front of Nan Yifeng.

But when she saw the fleeting look of surprise and panic on Nan Yifeng's face after hearing these words, she couldn't help but feel a surge of vengeful pleasure.

At this time, Nan Yifeng...