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

Chapter 1638 Leaving in a huff

"Alright..."

Nan Yifeng felt as if a fire was burning fiercely in his head, threatening to explode him.

His face turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands were clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

He jumped up, the chair scraping the floor with a screeching sound, and roared, "You guys are really something else! I'm completely fed up with you! If I can't afford to mess with you, can't I at least avoid you?"

"Alright, then you all sit and wait a bit~ I'll hurry to the kitchen and urge the chefs to speed up the serving, so you guys don't start your incessant chatter and pointing fingers at me again! Humph!"

The sound was so loud it seemed to lift the roof off the entire restaurant.

"No, it's not your restaurant, why are you rushing to order the dishes?" Nan Yifeng's mother frowned immediately upon hearing her son's spiteful words and retorted irritably.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes filled with disdain and dissatisfaction, as if her son had done something utterly absurd.

Nan Yifeng slightly raised his chin, a smug yet stubborn expression on his face, and said, "It's not my family's restaurant, but I'm familiar with Fu Yanchen, they recognize me. If I go there, I can definitely expedite the delivery of the dishes so you can eat as soon as possible."

After saying that, he didn't wait for his mother to respond again, and got up and left angrily, his steps were hurried and heavy, each step seemed to tread on the hearts of his mother and Nan Weiwei.

Once the others left, the tense atmosphere in the restaurant eased slightly, but Nan Yifeng's mother's face remained terribly gloomy.

She looked in the direction her son had left, shook her head slightly, and then revealed a look of disgust on her face. Her mouth started to complain like a machine gun: "Tsk tsk tsk, this Nan Yifeng, when he was in the army, he had such good eyesight. He did everything decisively and methodically. Now, it's all gone. His eyesight has deteriorated."

"Look at the jerk he found. That girl doesn't seem reliable at all. She's all dressed up and I don't even know what she does for a living. I really don't know what he's thinking. He could have a perfectly good life, but he has to cause all this trouble."

Nan Weiwei sat quietly to the side, listening to her aunt's complaints, her head slightly lowered, a low smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

There was no joy or happiness in that smile; instead, it carried an indescribable bitterness and helplessness.

Her eyes were somewhat vacant, as if she were lost in her own thoughts.

She recalled all the moments she had shared with Nan Yifeng, those beautiful memories now seeming so distant. She knew that from the moment Nan Yifeng appeared with that girl, things could never go back to the way they were.

That bitter smile, like a thick layer of gloom, lingered in her heart, unable to dissipate for a long time.

Perhaps it was because of the deep-seated fear of the intricate and subtle connection between these three women, and the worry that he would be drawn back into the endless vortex of nagging and scolding, that Nan Yifeng did not hesitate to dive into the kitchen and disappeared for a long time without showing up.

The three people outside were puzzled.

Time passed by, and in the restaurant, waiters carried plates of exquisite dishes and moved about. Before long, a table full of dishes was served.

The steaming dishes emitted an enticing aroma, but Nan Yifeng had no mind to appreciate it.

After a while, Nan Yifeng figured it wouldn't be right to stay any longer, so he dawdled and headed toward the restaurant.

His steps were slow and deliberate, each step feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds. When he finally appeared at the restaurant entrance, Nan Yifeng's mother, with her sharp eyes, immediately spotted him. A mocking smile appeared on her lips as she said sarcastically, "Oh, you're here. I thought you went to be a chef. Spending so much time in the kitchen, were you learning a trade from a chef, planning to change careers?"

His tone was full of mockery and disdain, and after he finished speaking, he deliberately raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with provocation.

Upon hearing his mother's words, Nan Yifeng's expression didn't change much. He merely tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly helpless yet stubborn smile, and replied calmly, "It's not impossible."

After saying that, he walked straight to his seat, sat down slowly, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to eat, as if the mockery had had no effect on him at all.

Nan Weiwei never once glanced at Nan Yifeng, not even for a moment. She sat there like a statue, not moving an inch.

Her beautiful, deep eyes were fixed on the steaming, fragrant bowl of food and rice in front of her, seemingly oblivious to anything happening around her.

She gently picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of food, and put it in her mouth. After chewing a few times, she paused slightly, and a complex emotion, barely perceptible, flashed in her eyes.

The taste of this dish was all too familiar to her; it was as if it were drifting out from the depths of her memory.

Every bite made her feel incredibly warm and familiar, as if she had returned to that cozy and loving kitchen time.

All of this is because the dish in front of them is exactly the same as the one Nan Yifeng cooked himself!

For countless days and nights, Nan Yifeng would always wear that blue floral apron, busily preparing a sumptuous dinner as he moved between the stove and the stove.

He focused intently on chopping, stir-frying, and seasoning the vegetables, each movement displaying such skill and ease; the aroma wafting from the pot was mouthwatering.

Then, he would bring the delicious-looking dishes to the table and place them in front of her, his eyes full of tenderness and anticipation.

These wonderful memories are flashing through her mind like a movie.

Those joyful moments of sharing delicious food together, and Nan Yifeng's meticulous care for her, are deeply etched in her heart.

Back then, they were still in love, and every meal was filled with warmth and sweetness.

But now, things have changed, and the same taste can no longer bring back the feeling it once had.

She lowered her head slightly and continued to eat silently, but her chewing movements became somewhat mechanical, as if she was trying to hide the turmoil in her heart.

During the meal, the restaurant was unusually quiet. No one was chatting and laughing as usual when people gathered for meals, and the atmosphere was somewhat dull and oppressive.

Only Nan Yifeng's mother was very enthusiastic, constantly serving food to Nan Weiwei. Her wrinkled but caring hands moved between the plates, placing tempting pieces of braised pork, plump and tender shrimp, and vibrant green vegetables into Nan Weiwei's bowl. In no time, Nan Weiwei's bowl was piled high like a small mountain.

"Weiwei, eat more. Look, you've lost weight." Nan Yifeng's mother said with heartache as she picked up some food for him, her eyes full of love, as if Nan Weiwei was her most precious daughter.

Her voice was soft and warm, and it sounded particularly clear in the quiet restaurant.

Nan Wei was slightly taken aback, and a question arose in her mind: Had she lost weight? She subconsciously looked down at herself and then gently touched her cheek, as if trying to find the answer in this familiar body.

Actually, she didn't feel that she had lost weight significantly, but her aunt's concerned eyes and words warmed her heart. In this somewhat cold setting, this concern seemed especially precious.

In the spacious and bright hall, there is an exquisite and elegant square dining table.

At this moment, the four people are sitting together, creating a warm and harmonious scene.

Nan Yifeng sat opposite his mother, and a warm and intimate atmosphere filled the air between them.

The light shone on the table, illuminating everyone's faces and adding a soft touch to the whole scene.

Xiao Mei sat quietly beside Nan Weiwei, her beautiful eyes occasionally sparkling with light, revealing her curiosity and attention to the things around her.

Xiao Mei wore a light blue dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind, making her look like a beautiful, blooming flower.

Nan Weiwei could vaguely sense a gaze fixed on her, and she knew without guessing that the gaze came from Nan Yifeng.

That gaze seemed to possess an invisible force, making her feel somewhat flustered, as if a little rabbit was hopping around in her heart.

She dared not look up to see what was going on, for fear that if she did, her eyes would meet Nan Yifeng's, making the already awkward atmosphere even more delicate.

She could only lower her head and focus on eating the food in her bowl, trying to use the food to cover up her inner unease.

After a while, Nan Yifeng's mother broke the silence. She gently put down her chopsticks, a satisfied smile on her face, and looked at Nan Weiwei, saying, "How was it? The food at this restaurant was pretty good, wasn't it!"

Her eyes held a hint of expectation, as if she really hoped Nan Weiwei would give a positive answer.

After all, she had carefully chosen this place for the meal, hoping that everyone would have a good time.

Nan Weiwei had been keeping her head down, feeling conflicted and flustered, but when she heard Nan Yifeng's mother ask about the taste of the food, she seemed to be touched by something and quickly raised her head.

Her gaze swept quickly across Nan Yifeng, his mother, and Xiao Mei's faces. Then, a slight smile appeared on her lips, revealing a polite yet somewhat distant expression. She said, "Hmm, Fu Yanchen's restaurant has always been quite delicious..." Her voice was clear and melodious, echoing distinctly in the quiet restaurant.

The moment the words left her mouth, Nan Weiwei froze on the spot as if struck by lightning! Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief—how could she have been so foolish? To have blurted out her thoughts so unguardedly!

At this moment, she felt a surge of annoyance: No, she absolutely couldn't let Nan Yifeng succeed! His smug look was just too despicable. If she didn't teach him a lesson, who knew how long he would keep being so arrogant! Thinking of this, Nan Weiwei bit her lip tightly and secretly made up her mind to find a way to get back at him.

After all, she knew very well that although these dishes were labeled as being from Fu Yanchen's restaurant, they were actually cooked by Nan Yifeng.

Her bright eyes darted around, as if she were plotting some mischievous idea.

Suddenly, a barely perceptible sly smile flashed across her lips, but it was quickly concealed.

She cleared her throat and then added mysteriously, "Hehe... But even the most delicious food will eventually become boring and tedious if you keep eating it! It's like... Hmm, only innocent and cute people like Xiaoxiao can be so fond of a certain flavor."

After saying that, she winked at Nan Yifeng, as if hinting at some important information.

She deliberately emphasized the word "tired," and even glanced at Nan Yifeng with a hint of provocation and dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Upon hearing Nan Weiwei's words, Nan Yifeng's expression, which had initially held a hint of anticipation, instantly darkened.

His brows furrowed tightly, and a hint of displeasure and embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect Nan Weiwei to suddenly say such a thing, as if she was deliberately belittling his cooking skills, no, she was saying that she was annoyed.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to refute it, so he could only sit there.

Xiao Mei sat to the side, watching the tense scene unfold. She could only lower her head, pretend to eat her meal seriously, and try to minimize her presence.

Nan Weiwei, on the other hand, continued eating calmly, as if nothing had happened. However, the slight upturn of her lips betrayed her inner smugness.

Nan Yifeng couldn't possibly not understand the meaning behind Nan Weiwei's words. Her heartless words were like a sharp thorn, piercing straight into Nan Yifeng's heart. How could he not understand? He was already seething with anger because of the conversation just now, and his face instantly darkened like the sky before a storm, with dark clouds covering the sky, making it terrifyingly gloomy.

His brows were furrowed into a deep frown, his eyes flashing with anger and helplessness, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He suddenly stood up, his movement so abrupt that the chair behind him crashed to the ground with a loud thud, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet restaurant.

The noise attracted the attention of guests at the surrounding tables, who cast curious glances at him, but Nan Yifeng couldn't care less about that at the moment.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, his voice low but with an undeniable resolve: "I have things to do at the company. You guys... take your time eating. I'm leaving now. The bill... I've already paid."

Her tone carried a hint of defiance, as if declaring that even if she left, she would not owe anyone money.

After saying that, he didn't wait for anyone present to react. He ignored his mother's astonished expression, Xiaomei's hesitant look, and Nan Weiwei's slightly raised eyebrows.

He strode toward the restaurant entrance, each step heavy and hurried, as if he wanted to vent his dissatisfaction and anger through his footsteps.

His back view appeared somewhat flustered and lonely, yet it carried a stubbornness, like a wounded beast licking its wounds alone but refusing to show weakness.

Nan Yifeng's mother stared at her son's departing figure for a long while before she came to her senses. She opened her mouth, wanting to call her son back, but she didn't know what to say.

She could only sigh helplessly, muttering, "This child's temper is getting worse and worse."

Then he turned his head, looked at Nan Weiwei and Xiaomei, and said with an awkward smile, "Never mind him, let's continue eating."