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

Chapter 1630 Don’t come back until you’re drunk

"What's wrong with you two?"

Lu Feng sat in his spacious and bright office, holding a steaming cup of coffee. He took a small sip, then placed the cup on the table. His gaze fell on Nan Weiwei, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

He frowned slightly, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of reproach, and said, "You two... Yi Feng argued with you and made things difficult for you? How can this man have no manly spirit at all? I gave him a chance. I originally thought he would treat you well and make you happy, but instead, he argued with you and made things difficult for you. I'm really disappointed."

Nan Weiwei was sitting in the chair opposite Lu Feng, with her legs crossed and casually fiddling with a pen in her hand. When she heard Lu Feng's words, she scoffed and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

She raised her chin, her eyes radiating confidence and pride, and said loudly, "Him? He dares to argue with me? I completely crushed him, okay? Before I even came to his company, I knew everything about him. Before I even got there, I knew what color socks he was wearing today—black."

She paused deliberately, a sly glint in her eyes, and continued, "He's making things difficult for me? Don't I know his temper? I could guess his little schemes with my eyes closed. If he dares to make things difficult for me, I have a hundred ways to make him obey."

Upon hearing Nan Weiwei's words, Lu Feng felt a surge of helplessness and regret.

He silently watched the stubborn and persistent woman before him, his lips twitching involuntarily, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back.

His face displayed a complex expression that seemed to both laugh and cry, making it hard not to chuckle.

"Sigh..." Lu Feng sighed softly, muttering to himself, "These two are really stubborn mules! They're both incredibly opinionated and neither of them is willing to back down an inch."

The conflict between Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng has reached an irreconcilable point, and no amount of persuasion can help.

As an observer, he felt helpless and powerless.

He gave a wry smile, shook his head helplessly a few times, then slowly opened his arms and sighed softly, saying with a hint of teasing and self-deprecation, "Hey! Don't men all prefer wearing black socks? It's so convenient and simple, what a great choice!"

"Your idea is truly unique and insightful! Alright, I give up! As long as you feel good and haven't suffered any injustice, thank goodness! Okay, okay, if there's nothing else to worry about, then you should go and get on with your business! Look at me here, a mountain of documents and materials are waiting for me to process them one by one!"

As Lu Feng spoke, he pointed to the thick stack of documents on the table, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

Nan Weiwei stood up, stretched, loosened her muscles, then patted Lu Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Alright, then I won't bother you, you busy man. If you need anything, feel free to contact me anytime."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door, as if the unpleasantness with Nan Yifeng had not affected her mood at all.

Lu Feng watched Nan Weiwei's departing figure, smiled helplessly, took another sip of his coffee, and continued to immerse himself in his busy work.

Nan Wei looked carefree, but in reality, she was unhappy at all. Dragging her somewhat heavy steps, she slowly turned around and walked step by step toward her desk.

Every step felt like walking on cotton, soft and yielding, as if dragging a thousand-pound burden under my feet, making every movement incredibly difficult.

She was extremely depressed. The scenes she had just experienced at Nan Yifeng Company kept replaying in her mind like a movie.

Finally reaching her desk, she slumped weakly into the chair, propping her head up with her hands and staring blankly at the computer screen in front of her.

The screen, which was originally brightly colored and full of vitality, now looked to her like a gray desert, devoid of any life.

She tried to concentrate on finishing her work, but her brain wouldn't cooperate; her thoughts were like a wild horse, running wild and out of control.

Her mind was filled with the lingering image of Nan Yifeng. She seemed to see Nan Yifeng standing in the company again, his tall figure, his cold face, and his deep, indifferent eyes.

When she appeared before him, he showed no surprise or enthusiasm whatsoever. Instead, he treated her as if she were a stranger, his eyes revealing a distance and indifference that tore at her heart.

His tone was cold and harsh; every word was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into her heart and leaving her bleeding.

She recalled the wonderful times they had spent together. Back then, Nan Yifeng's eyes were full of tenderness and love. He would laugh with her when she was happy, and hold her tightly in his arms when she was sad, gently comforting her.

They would stroll hand in hand in the sunset, sharing their dreams and secrets; they would work together in the kitchen, preparing a sumptuous dinner for each other, and then sit at the table, happily savoring the fruits of their labor.

Those sweet memories, like dazzling stars, shine brightly in the depths of her mind.

But now, everything has changed.

Nan Yifeng's indifference towards her was like a sudden storm, completely destroying all the beautiful fantasies and expectations in her heart.

She didn't understand why two people who once loved each other so much had come to this point. Even if they didn't love each other anymore, they were still family. But... Nan Yifeng...

She tried to find the root of the problem, but her mind was a mess and she couldn't find any answers.

Time passed by, and Nan Weiwei remained seated at her desk, staring blankly at the computer screen.

Her colleagues were all busy working, the sounds of keyboards clicking and phones ringing, but she seemed to be in a silent world, oblivious to everything around her.

Her heart was filled with only Nan Yifeng and his coldness towards her. That coldness was like icy frost, freezing her heart little by little, plunging her into endless pain and despair.

hehe,,,,

So that's how people are. After a breakup, relationships become so delicate and fragile, like exquisite yet easily broken glass, playing out scenes of reunion and separation amidst the intertwining of time and reality.

When two people are still together, what an intimate state they are in! It's as if they are each other's other half, soulmates.

In the early morning, the sunlight gently filters through the dappled leaves, spilling into the cozy little house.

The two would wake up at the same time, look at each other and smile, their smiles filled with love and dependence.

A single glance or gesture is enough for the other person to understand each other perfectly, without needing many words, and they can know what the other is thinking.

Busy together in the kitchen, preparing loving breakfasts for each other, the clatter of pots and pans weaving together a warm and cozy melody of life.

At the breakfast table, they shared last night's dreams and discussed the day's plans, laughter echoing throughout the room, every moment filled with sweetness and warmth.

When they leave, they embrace tightly, place a gentle kiss on each other's foreheads, and then, filled with love and strength, head off to their respective battlefields.

During the day, no matter how busy work is, the other person is always on my mind. A short message or a warm phone call can instantly comfort my tired body and mind.

After get off work, we stroll hand in hand in the afterglow of the sunset, sharing the day's experiences and feelings, as if the whole world has shrunk to just the two of us.

At night, we fall asleep in each other's arms, drifting into sweet dreams. It's a feeling of peace and security, as if we're not afraid of any difficulties as long as the other person is by our side.

When people are in love, they can tolerate each other's conflicts. Those small conflicts that were once ignored, like hidden reefs in the corners, gradually surface and become obstacles between the two of them.

Arguments and cold wars repeatedly eroded the relationship, causing cracks to appear in what had once been a strong emotional bond. Ultimately, the tightly intertwined thread was ruthlessly severed by the pull of reality.

Once separated, those intimate moments seem to become distant memories.

Time is like a merciless carving knife, gradually erasing the traces we left in each other's lives.

The familiar smiles can now only be found in memories; the warm words can now only be savored in dreams.

When they met again, the air was thick with awkwardness and unfamiliarity. The moment their eyes met, there was no longer the deep affection and longing of the past, only polite smiles and courteous greetings. However, she and Nan Yifeng didn't even exchange smiles or polite greetings.

Perhaps the best interpretation of "the most familiar stranger" is that the person you once had is now irrelevant to you.

He is no longer a part of your life, no longer someone you share your joys and sorrows with, and no longer the first person you think of when you encounter difficulties.

You no longer participate in his life; you no longer care about his joys and sorrows.

You are like two intersecting lines. After a brief meeting, you each went further and further away in different directions, never to meet again.

That sense of unfamiliarity is not just about not understanding each other's lifestyles and personalities, but also a kind of emotional barrier.

Two people who were once so close now seem to be separated by a thick layer of glass; they can see each other's figures, but can no longer feel each other's warmth.

This disparity causes immense pain and helplessness, yet there is nothing one can do about it.

They could only silently accept the arrangements of fate, savoring the sweetness and bitterness of the past alone in their memories.

Sigh... Nan Weiwei sighed inwardly, feeling a bit depressed and uncomfortable.

The atmosphere in the office was somewhat somber. The sounds of keyboard typing and occasional conversations mingled together, but they couldn't mask the dejected aura emanating from Nan Weiwei.

She sat at her desk, staring blankly at the computer screen, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the keyboard, but unable to type a single complete word. Frustrated and agitated...

The words on the document blurred before her eyes. Her thoughts had already drifted far away, and unpleasant scenes with Nan Yifeng kept replaying in her mind. Her heart felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Xiao Mei happened to be passing by and keenly noticed Nan Weiwei's unusual behavior.

She stopped, bent down slightly, and leaned closer to Nan Weiwei, her face full of concern.

She gently patted Nan Weiwei's shoulder and said softly, "Weiwei, Weiwei, what's wrong?"

"Ah... oh... it's nothing..." Nan Weiwei came back to her senses.

"Weiwei... I understand... How about this, after get off work we go out and have some fun, go to a bar for drinks? Let's find a lively place, order a few of the strongest drinks, and drink away all our unhappiness along with the alcohol, then we won't leave until we're completely drunk, how about that?"

As Xiao Mei spoke, she gestured with her hands as if she were drinking, trying to cheer Nan Weiwei up in this lighthearted way.

Nan Weiwei slowly came back to her senses after hearing Xiaomei's words. She looked up and saw Xiaomei's sincere and expectant eyes, and felt a surge of emotion.

But she still waved her hand gently, forcing a smile, and said, "I'm not going anymore, I'm not going to places like that. I was young and naive before, and I thought going to bars to drink was a cool thing, but now I'm not young anymore, I should mature and plan for the future."

She paused, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes, and smiled, "Besides, who said I'm in a bad mood? I'm in a great mood, I can eat eight bowls of rice! Oh, right, Xiaoxiao said she wanted me to come to her place tonight to have dinner with her. Fu Yanchen isn't home, and she's bored by herself, so I'll stay at her place tonight. It's so nice to be with my sister."

Nan Weiwei tried her best to make her tone sound relaxed and cheerful, not wanting Xiao Mei to worry about her too much.

Xiao Mei looked at Nan Weiwei. Although she said she was in a good mood, her slightly reddened eyes and forced smile betrayed her true feelings.

However, Xiaomei also understands that everyone has their own way of dealing with emotions, and since Nanweiwei doesn't want to go to the bar, she can't force her.

So she straightened up, put her hands on her hips, and said in a feigned angry tone, "Fine, fine, since you've said that, I won't force you. But if you're still unhappy at Xiaoxiao's place, or if you suddenly feel like drinking in the middle of the night, just call me anytime, and I'll rush over to keep you company."

After Xiaomei finished speaking, she made an exaggerated running motion, which made Nanweiwei laugh.

"Okay, okay, I know you're the best to me."

Nan Weiwei stood up and gave Xiaomei a big hug. "Don't worry, I'm really fine. I'll adjust my mood."

Xiao Mei hugged Nan Weiwei back tightly, then the two smiled at each other and went back to their work.

After get off work...