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

Chapter 1627 No Signing

"What? Is there a problem?"

Nan Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his deep eyes flashing with a sharp light, like cold stars in a cold night, coldly scanning the person who was still standing there blankly, unwilling to leave. His voice was low and cold, as if carrying an unquestionable authority.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression.

"Mr. Nan, please give me a chance."

The person who was fired trembled slightly, his voice full of pleading, like the whimper of a wounded animal, filled with helplessness and despair.

His hands were clenched tightly together, his knuckles turned white from the force, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.

His eyes were filled with expectation as he stared intently at Nan Yifeng, as if he could regain his life if Nan Yifeng nodded.

“My company does not tolerate bullying.”

Nan Yifeng frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of disgust and determination. His voice remained icy, like the north wind in winter, chilling people to the bone.

“This kind of bullying behavior seriously disrupts the harmonious atmosphere of the company and damages the company’s image. I absolutely cannot tolerate it. Let’s go, so as not to make things ugly for everyone.”

After he finished speaking, he slightly raised his chin, signaling his assistant to open the door. His movements were elegant and composed, yet carried an undeniable sense of command.

The assistant understood and quickly walked to the door, reaching out to open it.

The moment the door opened, a gust of cold wind rushed in, making the expelled man shiver.

He knew there was no way to salvage the situation, and he was completely heartbroken. As if his soul had been ripped out, he walked slowly toward the door, utterly dejected.

His steps were heavy and slow, each step seemingly requiring all his strength. His back looked so lonely and desolate, like a little bird abandoned by the world.

After a long and intense meeting, Nan Yifeng finally finished his work and slowly got up to leave the meeting room.

He walked steadily and unhurriedly toward his office, but just as he was about to step through that familiar door, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart—as if something was quietly waiting for him…

A strong smell of instant noodles filled the air, so pungent it was almost overwhelming, like an invisible hand drilling straight into his nostrils, making him wrinkle his nose involuntarily.

A flicker of doubt and displeasure crossed his eyes as he thought to himself: Why does this office smell like instant noodles? Is someone eating instant noodles in the office? This is outrageous, and who is it? How dare they?

He quickened his pace, entered the office, and his eyes swept quickly around the room.

On the desk, there were some documents and materials piled up in a mess, and next to it was a half-eaten instant noodle cup. The soup inside had solidified and a layer of red chili oil was floating on top, which looked very irritating.

The ground around was littered with crumbs of instant noodles, making it look particularly messy.

Nan Yifeng's face instantly darkened, and his already cold and stern face was now covered with a layer of frost, making people shudder.

His eyes burned with a furious rage, as if he wanted to burn everything to ashes.

Nan Yifeng's eyes were sharp as he quickly scanned the mess in the office before finally fixing his gaze on Nan Weiwei, who was sitting in his boss's chair.

Nan Weiwei leaned back lazily in her chair, her legs casually crossed, a faint, slightly provocative smile playing on her lips.

With one hand on the armrest and the other holding a ramen fork, she was slowly picking up a few strands of ramen and putting them into her mouth, as if the office were her private territory.

"Hey, Mr. Nan, you're back from the meeting?"

When Nan Weiwei saw Nan Yifeng enter, her eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up. She deliberately dragged out the last syllable of her words, her voice charming yet tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Can you sign now? I've been waiting for so long, I was so bored and hungry, so I bought a cup of instant noodles. Don't mind me~"

As she spoke, she deliberately shook the instant noodle cup in her hand, and the rich aroma of the instant noodles spread even more freely in the air with her movement.

Nan Yifeng was truly surprised that Nan Weiwei was still there. His already gloomy face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

With a cold expression, he strode slowly southward, each step seemingly fueled by boundless rage.

His eyes burned with fury as he stared intently at Nan Weiwei, as if trying to see right through her.

When his gaze swept over the messy room again—documents splattered with instant noodle soup, crumbs scattered all over the floor, office supplies strewn about—he felt his head buzz and his whole body go numb.

His brows were furrowed into a deep frown, the veins on his temples were slightly bulging, and his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"No, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You ate a whole bucket, so what's with the half-full bucket on the table?"

Nan Yifeng finally couldn't hold back and squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

Nan Weiwei's lips curled into an increasingly thick, fake smile, like a carefully painted mask, so fake it sent chills down one's spine.

She gently shook the newly opened instant noodle cup in her hand and said casually, "That tasted bad, I didn't like it, so I bought a new one. Oh, right, I also drank your coffee, the imported one. It tasted pretty good, just a bit bitter."

Nan Yi Feng,,,,

"Now, do you have time? Can you sign this for me?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her eyes filled with a hint of smugness and provocation, as if she were intentionally trying to provoke Nan Yifeng.

Upon hearing her words, Nan Yifeng's face instantly darkened, as if the sky were filled with dark clouds before a storm.

He slowly bent down, his movements gentle yet firm; at the same time, his strong hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, concentrating all his strength there—as if he wanted to tear the wooden desk apart!

As he leaned forward, the distance between him and Nan Weiwei grew smaller and smaller, closer and closer... Finally, the two leaned against each other face to face: their noses almost touched, and they could clearly feel each other's hot breath gently brushing against their cheeks.

He stared intently at Nan Weiwei, his gaze like two sharp daggers, as if trying to see right through her.

His voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable authority: "What if I don't sign?"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of anger and provocation.

Nan Weiwei was startled by Nan Yifeng's imposing aura, but she quickly regained her composure.

She slightly raised her chin, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes, and deliberately said nonchalantly, "I won't sign..."