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

Chapter 1687 The dead duck has a tough mouth

"Ha ha……"

The mother leaned back on the soft sofa, holding a steaming cup of tea in her hand. After taking a small sip, she let out a cold snort.

His voice carried a hint of disdain, mixed with a touch of exasperation, "You're just being stubborn!"

Nan Yifeng was standing to the side with his hands in his pockets. When he heard his mother's words, his body stiffened slightly, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

He pursed his lips, his eyes darting away, avoiding his mother's gaze. He stammered, "Mom, I... I wasn't being stubborn." His voice trailed off, his confidence clearly waning.

The mother put down her teacup, sat up straight, and stared intently at Nan Yifeng. "Still being stubborn? Nan Weiwei was just offering to help pick up her dress, and you hung up so quickly without even a proper thank you. Who knows what she's thinking? Couldn't you have struck while the iron was hot?"

As she spoke, the mother gently shook her head, her face full of helplessness.

Nan Yifeng: "Mom, I'm just afraid she'll change her mind. Besides, she already agreed, so saying more would just seem pretentious." He tried to justify his actions, but a hint of guilt still showed in his eyes.

His mother rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "You're always making excuses. Weiwei is a straightforward girl, but she's not a bad person. You should be nicer to her in the future. Don't always act so cautiously. You still need to show her the proper manners and respect."

The mother spoke earnestly, as if she were educating an ignorant child.

Nan Yifeng nodded quickly and said, "Mom, I understand. I will be more careful in the future."

His attitude was very sincere, but in his heart he was thinking: I don't know what's wrong with Nan Weiwei today. One minute she's so rude, and the next she's willing to help. She's really hard to figure out.

At this moment, the mother seemed to suddenly remember something, leaned forward, and asked, "Do you know which hospital Xiaoxiao is in?"

Nan Yifeng nodded and said, "I know. Fu Yanchen's private hospital? You want to go? Forget it! Mom, I'm afraid the scene will scare you. You have no idea how ruthless Fu Yanchen is. He booked an entire floor and even arranged for guards."

My mother would definitely feel uncomfortable with all those bodyguards and staff coming and going.

Upon hearing Nan Yifeng's words, the mother's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and she said, "No, I meant for you to pick up Weiwei, silly."

Her eyes were full of helplessness; she felt that this child was sometimes really slow to react.

Nan Yifeng was taken aback at first, then his eyes widened as he looked at his mother in disbelief and said, "Mom, pick up Weiwei? Why?"

His mind was full of questions; he couldn't understand why his mother would suddenly make such a request.

The mother sighed softly, stood up, walked to Nan Yifeng's side, patted his shoulder, and said, "Why don't you understand? Weiwei is willing to help get the dress, which means she... still cares about you. Girls are shy, if you take the initiative, everything will be fine."

"Besides, she's still in the hospital, and there might be some inconveniences for her. If you go pick her up, you can both express your apology and see if she needs any help. It's such a simple thing, why can't you understand?"

As the mother spoke, she gently shook her head. This child was so stubborn; he really worried her.

Upon hearing his mother's words, Nan Yifeng suddenly realized his mistake, a look of shame appearing on his face. He said, "Mom, I didn't think things through. I'll go pick up Weiwei right now." With that, he turned and prepared to walk out the door.

Watching Nan Yifeng's hurried figure, his mother called out again, "Wait, what's the rush? Call Weiwei first and ask when she'll be available, so you don't end up disappointed." Her voice carried a hint of caution, afraid that her son would mess things up again.

Nan Yifeng stopped, turned around, scratched his head, and said, "Mom, I know, I'll call her right now."

After saying that, he took out his phone again and started dialing Nan Weiwei's number, thinking to himself: This time I must do things well and not disappoint my mother again.

The mother stood there, watching her son's actions, a relieved smile on her face, hoping that the two children could make up this time.

Following the address given by Nan Yifeng, Nan Weiwei arrived at the clothing store near the company.

It is indeed a high-end clothing store, with exquisite interior decoration and soft lighting that shines on all kinds of dresses, reflecting a charming luster.

She found a shop assistant, gave them the name of Nan Yifeng's mother, and successfully received the custom-made dress.

The dress was exquisitely wrapped in a gorgeous box, and it felt heavy in her hands. She wondered what kind of dress it was, and whether it was studded with diamonds. Just as Nan Weiwei was about to leave the clothing store with the dress, Xiao Mei suddenly received a phone call.

She frowned, looking somewhat anxious, and nodded repeatedly into the phone, saying things like "Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Xiaomei looked at Nan Weiwei apologetically and said, "Weiwei, I'm so sorry, I suddenly have something urgent to attend to and I have to go right away. Are you sure you can manage by yourself?"

Seeing Xiao Mei's anxious look, Nan Weiwei nodded and said, "It's okay, you go ahead. I can manage on my own. I'm from the capital too, it's fine."

Xiao Mei hurriedly left the clothing store, leaving Nan Weiwei standing there alone with her dress in her arms.

Nan Weiwei took a deep breath, lifted the dress box in her hand, and prepared to take a Didi ride to deliver the dress to Nan Yifeng's mother.

As soon as she stepped out of the store, she looked up and saw Nan Yifeng leaning against a black luxury car.

He casually crossed his legs, one hand in his pocket, the other resting lightly on the roof of the car. He leaned back slightly, his eyes gazing casually into the distance, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air.

Sunlight shone on him, outlining his tall and straight figure, but Nan Weiwei felt that his posture was somewhat cynical.

Nan Weiwei stood still, looking Nan Yifeng up and down, and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

She recalled the rumors she had heard about Nan Yifeng, saying that he was decisive and ruthless in the business world, and that he had even made some mercenaries tremble with fear.

But does this seemingly carefree man really match the image described in the rumors? She seriously doubted that the rumors were true, and that someone might have deliberately exaggerated them.

Nan Yifeng seemed to notice Nan Weiwei's gaze, and he slowly turned his head to look at her.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and Nan Yifeng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile with a hint of amusement.

He straightened up and walked towards Nan Weiwei. As Nan Yifeng approached, Nan Weiwei frowned and asked irritably, "What are you doing here?"

Her voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction, after all, Nan Yifeng hadn't said he would come to pick her up on the phone.

Nan Yifeng walked up to Nan Weiwei, stopped, spread his hands, shrugged, and said, "I happened to be nearby; my mother asked me to pick you up."

Nan Wei snorted coldly and said, "Who needs you to pick me up? I can go by myself. It's not like I haven't visited my mother before."

Nan Yifeng's smile deepened as he watched Nan Weiwei's actions. He said, "Don't be so formal. My mother specifically instructed me to thank you properly and to make sure you get home safely. Please don't refuse."

His tone carried an air of undeniable authority.

Nan Weiwei felt somewhat shaken after hearing Nan Yifeng's words.

She realized that carrying such a heavy dress box was indeed inconvenient, and since Nan Yifeng's mother had already said so, it would seem disrespectful to refuse again.

But she didn't want to give in so easily, so she deliberately said, "Hmph, at least you have some conscience. But let me make this clear beforehand, I only asked you to give it to me because of your mother, not because I want to have any dealings with you."

Nan Yifeng smiled and nodded, saying, "Understood, understood. Let's get in the car then."

As he spoke, he turned to the side, opened the car door, and gestured for the other party to enter.

Nan hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she picked up the dress box, bent down, and got into the car.

Nan Yifeng closed the car door, walked around to the other side, and got into the driver's seat.

The car slowly started and headed towards Nan Weiwei's home.

"No... Nan Yifeng..."