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

Chapter 1640 Perfume Allergy

At that moment, a strong, pungent perfume scent suddenly wafted into my nostrils, so intense it seemed to overwhelm me, like countless sharp needles piercing my nasal cavity.

Nan Yifeng was already feeling irritated by the chaotic and oppressive scene just now, and the scent of perfume made his stomach churn, and a feeling of nausea instantly surged into his heart.

He instinctively frowned, covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and shrank back slightly, trying to get away from the nauseating smell.

Lili was watching everything intently. She saw that Nan Yifeng had already... but in a certain instant, he suddenly stopped without warning, as if time had frozen at that moment.

At this moment, Nan Yifeng was like a ferocious beast that had suddenly been put on pause. All his movements and momentum vanished without a trace, leaving only a deathly silence.

Her heart started pounding faster and faster, as if it were about to leap out of her throat, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She thought to herself that if she didn't take action in time, Nan Yifeng would probably deflate like a punctured balloon and instantly lose interest in her.

Thinking of this, she bit her lip tightly, mustered her courage, and carefully stretched out her slender, white hands, as white as scallions, forward.

Those soft, slender fingertips, like nimble little sprites, gently landed on Nan Yifeng's broad, solid chest.

They began to swim slowly and rhythmically, sometimes gently stroking, sometimes slightly kneading, like a playful and cute little snake, fully enjoying the touch and warmth of this skin.

However, Lily's plan backfired.

Nan Yifeng was already in a more irritable mood because of the sudden perfume scent. At this moment, Lili's initiative to touch him did not rekindle his desire, but instead made him feel even more annoyed.

His eyes were cold, his face devoid of any warmth. Without hesitation, he slapped Lili's hand away from his body, the action swift and decisive, as if Lili's hand were something repulsive.

Lili was startled by this sudden action. Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with fear and grievance. She didn't understand what she had done wrong.

Before she could react, Nan Yifeng had already stood up with a cold face. He quickly straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles, and buttoned them up one by one, as if the crazy person from just now was not him.

After straightening his clothes, he slowly stood up straight and looked down at Lili in front of him with a superior attitude.

His deep, cold eyes showed not a trace of pity for her, as if she were an insignificant being.

Then, he frowned slightly, his tone chillingly cold, and said, "Don't ever wear this perfume again. I'm severely allergic to it! Every time I smell it, I feel extremely uncomfortable and even nauseous. Please remember this; if I smell this again, you'd better watch out!"

After saying these words, he turned and left, leaving Lili standing there alone, her face full of astonishment and confusion.

His tone was as cold as the winter wind, sending chills down one's spine.

Lili was left sitting there alone, tears welling up in her eyes, filled with grievance and confusion.

Lili, like a statue whose soul had been taken away, slowly and helplessly knelt on the soft bed that now felt incredibly cold to her.

His hands hung limply at his sides, his fingers trembling slightly, and his eyes were empty and confused, as if they had lost focus.

Her head hung low, a few strands of hair falling messily beside her cheeks, obscuring her expression full of frustration and disappointment.

She discovered that her heart had long since strayed uncontrollably from its original course.

Originally, she approached this man perhaps only because she coveted the material enjoyment he provided. Those expensive gifts, lavish dinners, and casual extravagance were like glittering gold, attracting her step by step.

But at some point, her heart began to change.

After spending some time together, she was surprised to realize that her feelings for this man were no longer limited to material needs.

What started as a dependence on him because he could meet her various economic needs has gradually evolved into a deeper and more complex emotional bond.

This feeling left her confused, excited, and somewhat overwhelmed. It was like a seed taking root and sprouting in her heart, growing larger and larger with time, becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

She liked him; she liked the unique charm he possessed.

He could be aloof at times, his eyes filled with an aura of authority that made people afraid to look him in the eye; at other times he could be gentle, his voice so soft as to melt her heart when he whispered in her ear.

No matter when or where, she was filled with endless anticipation and longing for the next time she would see him.

Whenever that familiar and captivating figure appeared in her mind, her heart would pound uncontrollably like a wild horse, frantically pounding in her chest; at the same time, her cheeks would flush with a faint pink, as shy and alluring as a ripe apple.

The feeling was both wonderful and unsettling, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of them.

She constantly longed to be his woman, the one he could love wholeheartedly and who could accompany him through life.

She even spent countless nights lying in bed, fantasizing about wearing a pure white wedding dress, holding hands with him as they walked into the hall of marriage, receiving blessings from everyone.

She had made careful preparations for today's meeting.

She went to a high-end beauty salon for a comprehensive treatment to make her skin smooth, delicate, and supple.

She chose the most beautiful dress that best accentuated her figure—a red off-the-shoulder gown with a hem that swayed gently as she walked, as if telling a story of her beauty and confidence.

She also spent several hundred dollars on a perfume that was said to exude a captivating charm. The perfume had a rich and unique scent, which she thought would be a fatal weapon to attract him.

However, reality struck her like a resounding slap in the face.

As the strong scent of perfume filled the air, she looked at him expectantly, anticipating his passionate gaze and tender embrace.

Unexpectedly, what I got in return was his disdainful look and cold words.

He stood up with a cold face, straightened his clothes, and said, "Don't wear perfume next time, I'm allergic to perfume." His words were like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into her heart and leaving her bleeding.

Actually, she's no different from the "plastic surgery sister" group of women. They all have the same idea: they all want to be the one who stays by his side, after all, the Nan family is a wealthy family.

They thought that as long as they were pretty enough, gentle enough, and charming enough, they could win in this game of love.

But now it seems that all of this was just wishful thinking on their part.

She didn't know what to do: should she continue to stubbornly pursue this unattainable dream, or should she wake up and give up this fruitless relationship?

Her mind was in turmoil, tears welled up in her eyes but she didn't let them fall. She knew that crying was the most useless thing to do in front of this man, and besides, he was already gone, so crying wouldn't help.

Lili bit her lower lip hard, her originally delicate lips turned white and even had faint beads of blood seeping out, but she felt no pain at all.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances, resentment, and sadness through the pain.

She kept telling herself, "Be strong, don't let yourself be defeated like this, I will definitely become that special person."

The voice was firm and resolute, as if encouraging himself or challenging fate.

She slowly raised her head, a glimmer of hope and stubbornness rekindling in her eyes, even though that hope seemed faint, she still decided to give it another try.

The following day, sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, casting patches of light and shadow on the street.

Nan Yifeng's mother, carrying large and small bags, hurried to the place where Nan Weiwei was renting.

She wore a gentle smile, a smile full of concern and affection.

She knocked gently on the door, and after a short while, the door opened. Nan Weiwei saw that it was Nan Yifeng's mother, and a look of surprise appeared on her face, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Good morning, Auntie."

As Nan Yifeng's mother walked into the house, she said, "Good morning, Weiwei. Your aunt has nothing to do, so I brought you a lot of food."

As she spoke, she began to carry the items she was holding one by one into the kitchen.

There was so much stuff: fresh salmon, plump crabs, and precious sea cucumbers, each packaged exquisitely and looking quite expensive; fruits and snacks, including bright red apples, golden bananas, and glistening purple grapes, as well as various brands of potato chips and chocolates, piled high as if to fill the entire room.

Nan Weiwei followed behind her, watching her busy figure. She felt a little touched, but said, "Auntie, why did you bring so much stuff? I can't eat all of it."

Nan Yifeng's mother stopped what she was doing, turned around, and gently patted Nan Weiwei's hand, saying, "Silly child, I worry about you being out there all alone. Eat well and nourish yourself. Look at you, you've lost weight recently." Hearing her words, Nan Weiwei's eyes reddened slightly. She hugged her mother tightly and said, "Auntie, thank you."

Nan Yifeng's mother smiled and patted Nan Weiwei's head, saying, "Why are you being so polite with me? Here, let me put all these ingredients in the refrigerator for you, otherwise they'll spoil."

As she spoke, she got busy again, sorting the ingredients one by one and neatly putting them into the refrigerator.

In no time, the refrigerator was packed full, like a small supermarket.

Looking at the fully stocked refrigerator, Nan Yifeng's mother smiled contentedly and said, "Alright, now you don't have to worry about not having anything to eat. I'm leaving now. Take good care of yourself, and call me if anything happens."

Nan Weiwei watched Nan Yifeng's mother turn to leave, and a feeling of reluctance welled up in her heart. She quickly took two steps forward, her face full of sincere and somewhat anxious smiles, her voice full of pleading: "Um... Auntie, you came out so early this morning, haven't you eaten yet? I... I'll just cook something simple... would you... please make do with it? Although my cooking skills are not as good as those professional chefs, I can still make home-style dishes quite delicious. Please stay and try it, give me a chance to show off."

As she spoke, she gently pulled on Nan Yifeng's mother's arm, her eyes full of expectation, as if afraid that the other party would refuse.

Nan Yifeng's mother turned slightly to the side, a kind smile on her face, and gently waved her hand with an elegant and composed gesture. She said, "No need, Weiwei, I've already eaten. It's not that I dislike your cooking, but I have something to do. A pearl necklace I ordered a while ago has arrived. It's a style I finally chose after waiting so long. I have to go pick it up. I won't stay for dinner. Let's do it another day. As long as you don't find me annoying, I'll come often."

Her eyes were sincere, and her tone was playful, as if she were having a casual chat with Nan Weiwei.

Upon hearing this, Nan Weiwei quickly shook her head, her eyes widening, and said eagerly, "How could that be? Auntie, look at what you're saying! I'm so happy that you come so often. You always bring me so many nice things every time you come. I'm so grateful."

Her face was beaming with a radiant smile, a smile as warm and bright as the spring sunshine.

Looking at Nan Weiwei's sincere expression, Nan Yifeng's mother felt very gratified. She gently patted Nan Weiwei's hand and said earnestly, "It's good that it's not. Weiwei, I know that you and Yifeng... in the current situation, it's impossible for you to be together. Mom... oh no, Auntie... I didn't do these things to try to match you up. I just wanted to be good to you. I didn't mean anything else. Don't overthink it or misunderstand. Just treat me as your elder. You can talk to me about anything that's bothering you."

Her eyes were full of concern and affection, as if she were looking at her own daughter.

Nan Weiwei was deeply moved by Nan Yifeng's mother's words, and her eyes reddened slightly. She nodded vigorously and said in a choked voice, "Auntie, I know you are good to me, and I have always regarded you as my own family, no matter what happens between Nan Yifeng and me?"

"Okay... take good care of yourself."

"Auntie, don't worry, I'll take good care of myself." She held Nan Yifeng's mother's hand tightly, as if she were holding the most precious warmth in the world.

"Auntie, let me see you off," Nan Weiwei said.

Upon reaching the door...