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

Chapter 1493 Meeting

Father Nan stood quietly in front of the window. The night outside was as dark as ink. The strong wind carried fine raindrops, which hit the window frantically, making a "crackling" sound, as if it was the ruthless knock of fate.

The gloomy night sky is like a huge black curtain, weighing heavily on the heart, making it difficult to breathe.

After a long time, Father Nan slowly turned around, his face full of the vicissitudes of life and helplessness. His tightly furrowed brows were like two insurmountable mountains, carrying endless sorrow.

He let out a long sigh, and the sigh echoed in the silent room, carrying a bit of loneliness and melancholy, as if it was a wail from the depths of his heart.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, as if the edges had been worn away by time: "Clothes

Yi Feng, back then, she and I were both alone and helpless when we met abroad. We were from the same country, and we shared a common destiny, so we got together. Later... we separated because of our incompatibility.

"At that time, we were like two intersecting straight lines. After a brief intersection, we gradually drifted apart in different directions. I thought that after breaking up, she would no longer appear in my life, just like a dream, and there was no trace after waking up... We never met again. Without her appearance, I almost forgot about this person. So, don't worry about it. Tell her that I want to see her. This person's IQ is worrying... You can't do anything with her..."

When Nan Yifeng heard this, he felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of his heart and rushing straight to his forehead.

His eyes widened instantly, filled with anger and disbelief. His gaze was like two burning blades, wishing to burn everything in front of him.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the veins on his arms bulged out like little winding snakes.

He practically gritted his teeth, the words squeezing out like bullets, blasted with undisguised anger and sarcasm, "So, you two were truly in love? Look at your age, and you were with a woman almost my age. Did you have a relationship? So, you did. How the hell were you so careless as to leave a child? Now she's using this child to make trouble! Explain everything to me."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, with a biting chill that made the air around them seem to solidify.

Nan Yifeng's father seemed to be hit hard by an invisible force at this moment, and was shocked violently.

His eyes widened instantly, filled with astonishment and disbelief, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"What?! What did you say? She has a child? How is that possible?! She told you herself? We originally..."

His voice seemed to have been suddenly raised an octave, containing not only incredible shock, but also a hint of undisguised panic and trembling.

The sound echoed in the air, as if the whole world had frozen at this moment.

His face suddenly became extremely strange. First it was as pale as paper, as if all the blood had been drained out at this moment; then it flushed abnormally, as if ignited by anger; then it turned ashen, like the gloomy sky before a storm.

His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but only made a "ho ho" sound, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, angry but helpless.

Nan Yifeng looked at his father's appearance, and the anger in his heart grew stronger, like a volcano about to erupt.

His eyes were red, as if burning with two balls of flame, and the muscles on his face were distorted with anger.

He took a sudden step forward, pointed his finger at Nan's father's nose, and spoke in a low and threatening voice, like a roar from the depths of hell:

"Haha," he said with a hint of a sneer on his face. "Shut up!" His voice suddenly rose an octave, carrying with it obvious anger. "Don't you know what you did to those disgusting things?"

His eyes widened as he stared at her, as if about to spit fire. "You still have the nerve to come back? Why would you want to come back? I really wish you'd died out there long ago! For so many years, you've abandoned us and been living your life to your heart's content. Now that something like this has happened, you think of us? You still want us to clean up your mess? You're dreaming! Get back to where you came from. Have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a father in all these years?"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his voice trembling. "You'd better deal with this quickly. If my mother finds out about this, don't blame me for turning my back on you! By then, no one will have an easy life! At worst, we'll both be destroyed."

After saying that, Nan Yifeng could no longer bear the anger in his heart. He flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

The steps were quick and heavy, and every step seemed to be stepping on Nan's father's heart, carrying endless determination and indifference.

His figure gradually lengthened, like a cold shadow, swallowing up all warmth and hope.

He really didn't want to care about this matter anymore. The resentment and grievances that had been accumulated in his heart for all these years burst out at this moment like a flood that broke through a dam.

Nan Yifeng had just sat heavily in the driver's seat of his black car when the slightly stuffy air inside the car instantly enveloped him.

He raised his hand and rubbed his tense temples, trying to dispel the boredom brought about by the argument with Nan's father just now.

Outside the window, the city’s neon lights flickered in the rain, like countless pairs of indifferent eyes, spying on the troubles in this world.

At this moment, the cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the brief silence in the car.

Nan Yifeng glanced at the caller ID. It was Fu Yanchen. He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and answered the phone. There was a hint of subtle fatigue in his voice: "Yanchen, what's up?"

On the other end of the phone, Fu Yanchen's voice was a little hurried, and seemed to be a little worried.

"Did something happen to you? Nan Weiwei asked me about Chen Lulu at noon. She was quite urgent, and I immediately felt something was amiss. Are you...having an affair? Don't blame me for not warning you, Chen Lulu is not a good person. When I was on a business trip abroad, I heard a lot about her. Her reputation was extremely bad. It was said that she accepted everyone who came to her and had a lot of fun. You must not get entangled with her."

Nan Yifeng listened to Fu Yanchen's words, his brows furrowed tightly, like two mountains about to collide. A hint of doubt and displeasure flashed in his eyes, and Nan Weiwei's face, always with a bit of calculation, emerged involuntarily in his mind.

He sneered, his voice full of sarcasm: "What can Chen Lulu and I have to do with? It's just some old things."

He paused, then continued, "Yan Chen, don't worry, I know what's going on. I'm not that confused about a woman like Chen Lulu. But Chen Lulu's making such a fuss, I'm afraid someone is behind it, trying to use this to stir up trouble. I have to investigate thoroughly to see what she's up to."

After saying that, Nan Yifeng hung up the phone, his eyes becoming deeper and colder, like two bottomless cold pools.

He started the engine, and the car slowly drove out in the rain, like an angry beast, rushing into the unknown fog, ready to uncover the hidden conspiracies behind it. Inside the car, the atmosphere, after the previous phone call, seemed to be shrouded in an invisible veil, with a subtle sense of stagnation.

After Nan Yifeng hung up the phone, he did not reveal any of the troubles he had just talked about with Fu Yanchen.

Fu Yanchen was also very sensible and did not ask any further questions.

After all, this kind of thing involves emotional entanglements and complicated interpersonal relationships, so he really can't say much, and can only silently hide this concern in his heart.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yanchen slowly stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Xu Xiaoxiao's slightly bulging belly.

His movements were gentle and warm, as if he was afraid of disturbing the unborn life in his belly.

Her eyes were full of tenderness and expectation as she asked softly, "Did the child bother you?" Her voice was as gentle and soothing as the spring breeze.

Xu Xiaoxiao raised her head slightly, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she shook her head gently, her voice as pleasant as the gurgling stream: "No."

Her fair face was filled with maternal radiance, and her whole body exuded a tranquil and peaceful aura.

At this moment, a small figure ran over like a cheerful whirlwind. It was Fu Yuxuan.

He tilted his rosy little face up, his eyes sparkling with light, and asked curiously, "Mommy, is my sister good?"

The childish voice, like the clear chirping of birds, echoed in the villa.

Xu Xiaoxiao was amused by her son's cute appearance and laughed out loud. The laughter was as clear and sweet as a silver bell.

She gently stroked Fu Yuxuan's head, her eyes full of doting, and asked, "How can you be sure it's your sister?"

Fu Yuxuan tilted his head, his face full of seriousness and persistence, and said loudly: "I like my sister!"

The tone of his voice was as if his sister was already in front of him, and he was welcoming this upcoming little life with joy.

The innocent look brought a deep warmth to the hearts of Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao, as if the whole world had become incredibly beautiful.

Xu Xiaoxiao gently stroked Fu Yuxuan's furry little head, and the delicate hair slid lightly through her fingertips, bringing the softness and warmth unique to a child.

Her eyes were full of smiles, but she deliberately said jokingly: "Then...what if it's a younger brother?"

There was a hint of playfulness in her voice, as if she was waiting for the child to give the most innocent answer.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yuxuan immediately stood up straight, puffed out his chest, and looked like a little adult.

He blinked his big, sparkling eyes and said seriously, "A little brother would be great too! If it's a little brother, Dad and I will protect you together. He can help Dad with the burden, and the three of us, as men, will protect you well. If it's a little sister, Dad and I will protect you and your sister. I'll make your sister happy, and Dad will keep away all the bad guys."

Although his words were a bit childish, they were full of firmness and sincerity, as if in his little world, he had already sketched out an extremely warm and powerful picture of protection.

When Xu Xiaoxiao heard her son's words, she felt as if her heart was instantly filled with a warm current. The feeling of being touched was like the flowers in spring, blooming freely in her heart.

Her eyes were slightly red, but the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, revealing an extremely happy smile.

She gently embraced Fu Yuxuan in her arms, her voice choked with sobs, yet full of tenderness: "My baby, you are really Mommy's little angel."

At this moment, the air in the villa seemed to be melted by this strong family affection, becoming extremely warm and sweet.

Fu Yanchen had a gentle smile on his face. He patted Fu Yuxuan's shoulder gently, his voice soft but authoritative: "Okay, Yuxuan, it's time to do your homework. Don't disturb Mommy's rest. She is pregnant now and needs to rest well. Only when Mommy rests well can the baby in her belly grow up healthily."

The tone was as if he was discussing important matters with a buddy who was fighting alongside him.

Fu Yuxuan nodded obediently, his bright big eyes full of cleverness.

Like a little gentleman, he gently kissed Xu Xiaoxiao on the face, then carefully put his ear to Xu Xiaoxiao's slightly bulging belly and listened quietly for a while, as if he was having a mysterious conversation with the little life in her belly.

After that, he skipped upstairs to do his homework. His little figure exuded a reassuring liveliness.

After Fu Yuxuan's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Xu Xiaoxiao turned her head slightly and looked at Fu Yanchen with a hint of concern in her eyes. She asked softly, "What's wrong with Nan Yifeng? Your tone when you called just now was not right."

Xu Xiaoxiao's voice was like a spring breeze, gentle and worrying.

Fu Yanchen sighed softly, sat down next to Xu Xiaoxiao, stretched out his hand and gently hugged her in his arms, his voice low and steady: "I don't know, I guess he encountered some trouble, but he didn't say anything, so it shouldn't be a big deal. He has always been a sensible person. If there is really something he can't solve, he will definitely talk to us."

As he spoke, he gently stroked Xu Xiaoxiao's hair, as if this could drive away all her troubles.

Xu Xiaoxiao leaned in Fu Yanchen's arms, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, and the worry in her heart gradually dissipated a little.

She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying this moment of tranquility and warmth, as if the whole world had become extremely peaceful.

The next day, the early morning sun shone softly on every corner of the city like a veil, but it failed to dispel the haze lingering over the Nan family.

Nan's father sat on the sofa in the living room with a complicated look in his eyes, holding his mobile phone tightly in his hand, as if it was the key to unlock all the mysteries.

Last night, he tossed and turned, with the scene of arguing with Nan Yifeng, the sudden appearance of Chen Lulu, and the possible child constantly appearing in his mind.

All of this was like a mess, making him upset.

After careful consideration, he finally made up his mind and made an appointment with Chen Lulu.

He deliberately chose a restaurant that was located in a bustling area of ​​the city yet quiet.

The restaurant is elegantly decorated, with wooden tables and chairs exuding a light, warm luster. Profound ink paintings hang on the walls, and soft music flows in the air like a gurgling stream, creating a warm and slightly mysterious atmosphere.

Nan's father arrived at the restaurant early. He was wearing a dark Mao suit. Although he was over fifty years old, he still had an upright posture. Only the wrinkles on his face and the slightly tired expression revealed his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

He sat by the window, looking out the window from time to time, and looking down at his watch from time to time, his eyes full of anticipation and nervousness.

After a while, Chen Lulu arrived as promised. She was wearing a fashionable dress that fluttered gently in the wind, with long, shiny black hair draped over her shoulders. Her makeup was exquisite, but she couldn't hide the cunning and calculating look in her eyes.

She walked into the restaurant with light steps, glanced around the restaurant, and quickly locked onto the position of Nan's father.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile that seemed friendly yet unpredictable, and she slowly walked towards Nan's father.

"Long time no see." Chen Lulu walked to the opposite side of Nan's father and sat down gracefully. Her voice was sweet but a little deliberate.

Father Nan nodded slightly, forcing a polite yet slightly awkward smile on his face: "I asked you out today because I wanted to talk to you about something."

His tone was calm, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner nervousness.

Chen Lulu raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes: "Oh? I wonder what you want to talk about?"

She crossed her hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and pretended to listen attentively, but her eyes hinted at waiting for a good show to begin.