Phi-Fic Chapter 1571 Waiting for you to coax me
Chapter 1571 Waiting for you to coax me
As Nan Weiwei held her phone, her fingers gently stroking the screen, her eyes filled with conflict and hesitation, it felt like two little people were fighting inside her.
One person said, "Go ahead and send him a message. Maybe he's waiting for your reply. Take the initiative, and the conflict might be resolved."
Another person retorted, "Don't send it. He doesn't even reach out to you. Why should you be the one to apologize first? It's too embarrassing."
Just as she was struggling with this internal tug-of-war, hesitating whether to send a message or make a phone call to Nan Yifeng, her phone suddenly dinged.
The crisp notification sound, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred ripples in Nan Weiwei's heart.
Her eyes lit up instantly, and her heart began to beat faster as if she were holding a little rabbit in her arms.
She eagerly opened the message, her fingers swiping rapidly across the screen, her eyes fixed on it, filled with anticipation, as if she could see Nan Yifeng's gentle yet apologetic words the next second.
However, when she saw the sender and the message content, the smile on her face froze instantly, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and then she felt infinite disappointment, like a newly blooming flower suddenly encountering a storm.
The message wasn't from Nan Yifeng, but from Ye Junhao. It was only a few words: "The sky has cleared, the snow has stopped, the weather is nice, want to come out for a chat? Bring your fiancé."
To Nan Weiwei, these words seemed so glaring and so out of place at this moment.
Nan Weiwei's brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth drooped down. The blush that had appeared because of anticipation had vanished without a trace, replaced by a cold and impatient expression.
Looking at the message, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Why send a message at a time like this? They have no sense of propriety."
Without thinking, she quickly tapped her fingers on the screen and replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, we're not that familiar with each other. I'm busy, I don't have time."
His tone was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or procrastination, as if he wanted to vent all his frustration and disappointment through these few words.
After sending the message, Nan Weiwei tossed her phone aside and slumped onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her mind was filled with memories of her time with Nan Yifeng, those sweet memories now felt like sharp knives, piercing her heart.
She couldn't understand why two people who once loved each other so much had become like this, not even exchanging a simple greeting.
As she thought about it, her eyes gradually welled up with tears, and a single, glistening tear slid down her cheek.
Xu Xiaoxiao, who was quietly nestled in the corner of the sofa, was flipping through a parenting magazine, occasionally gently stroking her slightly protruding belly, her face radiating maternal tenderness.
But when she glanced up and saw Nan Weiwei looking lost and dejected, her heart skipped a beat and a wave of worry washed over her.
She gently put down the magazine in her hand, sat up straight, her eyes full of concern, slowly moved to Nan Weiwei's side, gently patted her shoulder, and said in a soft but serious voice.
“Weiwei, there’s no right or wrong between two people. You see, relationships are like walking a winding path. It’s perfectly normal to bicker and have disagreements now and then. Everyone has their moments of temper. We can’t let these little frictions push each other’s hearts apart.”
Xu Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on Nan Weiwei's face as she observed her reaction. Seeing Nan Weiwei slightly raise her head and her eyes flicker with emotion, she continued.
"Hey... why don't you give Nan Yifeng a call? Maybe he's just like you, waiting to be coaxed. This stalemate between you two is making me so anxious, like I have a rabbit in my heart. The worst thing between two people is to keep quiet and not say anything. If you don't say something and he doesn't say something, the conflict will snowball and get bigger and bigger until it's really hard to resolve."
As she spoke, Xu Xiaoxiao gently grasped Nan Weiwei's hand, which trembled slightly with tension and worry. She continued, "This time, I think he's made up his mind not to reconcile with you again. You two are like two stubborn mules, neither of you willing to back down or give in first."
"If this stalemate continues, it will only make the relationship between us more and more tense. It's like two extremely hard stones colliding violently. In the end, they will inevitably both be injured and bleeding."
“In relationships, sometimes one of you has to soften first. It’s not about being weak, it’s about cherishing the relationship and not wanting it to end like this. Weiwei, think about it carefully. Do you really want to break up with him like this?”
As Nan Weiwei listened to Xu Xiaoxiao's words, a layer of mist gradually welled up in her originally dim eyes, and the mist swirled in her eyes, as if it might fall at any moment.
She bit her lip until it turned white, and after a long silence, she slowly spoke, her voice choked with emotion: "Xiaoxiao, it's not that I don't want to take the initiative, it's just that I feel wronged. I don't think I did anything wrong, so why is he so angry and ignoring me?"
Xu Xiaoxiao gently wiped away the tears that were about to fall from Nan Weiwei's eyes and said softly, "Of course he feels wronged, but things can't always go smoothly in a relationship. Maybe he has his own difficulties, but he just didn't say them. Just take this step for the sake of your relationship. Maybe all the conflicts will be resolved after you make this call."
Nan Wei took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes, yet tinged with hesitation. She looked at Xu Xiaoxiao and said softly, "Xiaoxiao, I'll give it a try."
Seeing Nan Weiwei's hesitant expression, Xu Xiaoxiao pondered for a moment, gently pinched her chin with her fingers, and asked tentatively with a look of hesitation and concern in her eyes.
"Weiwei, how about this? I think I can call Nan Yifeng first and have a good talk with him. Maybe I can explain things clearly and make him understand your thoughts and position, thus resolving the conflict between you two. After all, we're pretty close friends, so he should be willing to listen to me. What do you think?"
Nan Weiwei had been looking down, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the hem of her clothes. When she heard Xu Xiaoxiao's words, she was about to refuse stubbornly, and her mouth was open, but she swallowed the words back down.
Her heart was pounding like a rabbit, restless and uneasy. All the grievances, worries, and a sliver of expectation were tangled up in her mind.
She bit her lip lightly, her eyes darting away, but still whispered, "Well... okay, you try calling..."
Her voice was slightly hesitant and uncertain, as if she wasn't entirely sure about the decision.
However, after a brief pause, she nodded slightly in agreement.
"But don't tell anyone I asked you to hit me..."
Xu Xiaoxiao nodded, "Understood." Her tone was teasing.
Seeing this, Nan Weiwei added, her tone revealing a hint of worry and unease.
It was as if this phone call concealed some secrets or intentions she didn't want others to know.
"I... um, don't get me wrong... I just wanted to know if he was home right now, in case he took the opportunity to go on a date with Li Shanshan while I was away..."
Her words revealed some doubt and distrust towards him, perhaps because of some past experiences that made her suspicious of his whereabouts.
"Just ask him for me what he's up to, hehe..."
The voice grew softer and softer as it went on, as if afraid of being overheard. After finishing, he secretly glanced at Xu Xiaoxiao.
Looking at Nan Weiwei's stubborn yet adorable appearance, Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but smile gently, nodding and saying, "Okay, I understand. You can leave it to me without worry."
As she spoke, she picked up her phone from the sofa, quickly swiped her fingers across the screen to find Nan Yifeng's number, took a deep breath as if to encourage herself, and then pressed the dial button.
The beeping sound from the other end of the phone felt like a hammer blow to Nan Weiwei's heart, making her heart beat faster involuntarily.
She stared intently at the phone in Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, her eyes unblinking, as if she could hear Nan Yifeng's voice through the phone.
After a long wait, the call finally connected, and Nan Yifeng's voice came through: "Hello...? Xiaoxiao, what's up?"
His voice seemed to have been worn down by time, revealing a deep weariness and hoarseness.
It was as if all its vitality had been drained away, leaving only a faint trace of life, drifting almost imperceptibly in the air.
It sounded like the owner of the voice hadn't slept well for several days; every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat, carrying an indescribable weariness.
Upon hearing the voice, Xu Xiaoxiao quickly adjusted her tone, trying to sound relaxed and natural, and said, "Nan Yifeng, it's me, Xu Xiaoxiao. How have you been lately? I heard from Weiwei that you two had a little argument, and I was just thinking of asking you about it."
Nan Weiwei stood to the side, her ears perked up and her eyes fixed on Xu Xiaoxiao, barely daring to breathe, afraid of missing a single word from the phone.
Her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Nan Weiwei's hands, which were already tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, clenched even tighter, her knuckles turning bluish-white.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes quickly scanning the wall clock, where the hour and minute hands clearly pointed to 10:30.
Her brows furrowed instantly, her eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of annoyance. She muttered under her breath, "Heh, it's only 10:30 now. Nan Yifeng has changed his ways. When has he ever gone to bed this early?!"
The voice seemed to contain a hint of doubt, as if questioning this situation that contradicted common sense.
In the depths of her memory, Nan Yifeng had always been an absolute workaholic.
His enthusiasm and dedication to his work are simply astonishing.
Working overtime until late at night is commonplace for him, and sometimes he even works through the night.
So, logically speaking, at this time, he should most likely still be at the company, sitting in front of his computer, his brow furrowed, intently dealing with the mountain of documents and tedious tasks.
Or perhaps he's enjoying himself with a group of friends in a glittering, decadent entertainment venue! The music is deafening, people are laughing and having a great time, and he's fully enjoying the nightlife.
In such a lively and bustling atmosphere, he can temporarily forget the pressure and troubles of work and immerse himself in a sea of joy.
Or perhaps, he is lying in bed right now, gently coaxing her, enjoying intimate moments with her, and doing some passionate activities.
After all, the night belongs to two people, where they can freely express their love for each other.
However, in either case, she absolutely did not believe that Nan Yifeng would fall asleep so early.
Because he was never an early sleeper; he was always full of energy and loved to unleash his passion at night.
Thinking of this, Nan Weiwei felt a fire ignite in her heart, burning fiercely.
What angered her most was that she was now upset and confused because of the conflict with Nan Yifeng, feeling like she couldn't sort out her thoughts.
This condition had been going on for some time, causing her to lose her appetite, suffer from a severe decline in sleep quality, and become haggard, as if she had lost her former radiance.
However, Nan Yifeng seemed completely unaffected by the conflict between the two and was still able to sleep peacefully.
This made her feel both angry and helpless, and a deep sense of dissatisfaction and resentment welled up in her heart.
"How could he do this?" Nan Weiwei's voice seemed to be raised by an invisible force, her eyes slightly red like ripe cherries, her voice seemed to be surging with a tide of grievances, or like the trembling of a choked string, "I am here, heartbroken and distressed for him, while he is like a leisurely person lying in bed, sleeping so soundly."
Seeing Nan Weiwei like this, Xu Xiaoxiao felt a pang of heartache. She gently patted Nan Weiwei's shoulder, wanting to comfort her, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Nan Wei paced back and forth angrily, her steps hurried and heavy, each step feeling like she was stepping on cotton, yet filled with endless rage.
She bit her lip until it turned white, then suddenly stopped and stared intently at the phone in Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, as if trying to see through Nan Yifeng through that small screen.
"Xiaoxiao, keep asking, find out where he is and what he's doing!"
Nan Weiwei's eyes were filled with urgency and anger, and she looked like a warrior about to go into battle, full of fighting spirit.
She secretly vowed to find out what Nan Yifeng was up to and not let him get away with it so easily.
Xu Xiaoxiao,,,,