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

Chapter 1589 Another Way

Nan Yifeng seemed somewhat at a loss, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

His eyes were darting around in a panic, his lips trembled slightly, and he desperately wanted to explain, but his voice stammered with nervousness: "Weiwei, please let me explain... I..."

Nan Weiwei's eyes were fixed on the phone screen in Nan Yifeng's hand, as if drawn by a magnet.

Her breathing became rapid, and her heart began to race, as if the unmarked number was a huge secret, and she was about to unveil it.

The string of numbers on the screen was particularly glaring; each number was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Nan Weiwei's heart.

Her mind was filled with memories of Li Shanshan, those past memories playing out before her eyes like a movie.

Nan Weiwei unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, and her palms began to sweat slightly.

She knew what this phone number meant; it implied a connection between Nan Yifeng and Li Shanshan, a connection she didn't want to see.

Nan Weiwei's eyes widened instantly, as if they were about to spit fire. Her originally fair face turned bright red, and her chest heaved violently with anger.

Her hands were clenched into fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms. She felt her blood boiling, and anger surged over her like a tidal wave.

Her eyes widened in anger as she glared fiercely at Nan Yifeng, her gaze seeming to pierce through him and tear him apart: "Nan Yifeng, what... what do you mean by this?" Her eyes were wide as she looked at him in disbelief, her voice trembling with shock, "You still have Li Shanshan's number!"

These words struck her like a bolt from the blue, plunging her world into darkness. She couldn't understand why he still had that woman's contact information; did he still harbor feelings for her?

Her voice suddenly rose, sharp and piercing, echoing in the silent space like a thunderclap, making Nan Yifeng's ears go numb.

Nan Weiwei recalled how she had blocked Ye Junhao's number without hesitation to show her determination, which was a way of loyally protecting the relationship she was in.

But what about Nan Yifeng? He still has Li Shanshan's number. What's going on?

Nan Weiwei grew angrier the more she thought about it, her anger burning ever brighter. She strode up to Nan Yifeng, put her hands on her hips, and demanded angrily:

"Nan Yifeng, I blocked Ye Junhao because I was afraid you'd be angry or jealous. What do you mean by keeping Li Shanshan around? What, are you going to take her home to meet your elders this Chinese New Year? Do you think I'm not good enough and want to use her to annoy me, or do you still have feelings for her and have always kept me as a backup plan?"

Nan Weiwei's every word was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Nan Yifeng's heart.

Nan Yifeng was intimidated by her imposing manner and frantically waved his hands, trying to explain: "Weiwei, it's not what you think. Li Shanshan and I have nothing going on for a long time. I kept this number, but..."

"Just what?"

Nan Weiwei didn't give him a chance to explain, interrupting him and continuing to press him, "Speak up, give me a reasonable explanation, or we're completely finished today!"

Nan Yifeng was so anxious that beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then said, "Weiwei, I really didn't mean anything by it. I just forgot to block her. And I promise that there is absolutely nothing between us that goes beyond friendship. You are the only one in my heart."

Nan Weiwei's anger did not subside much after hearing his explanation. She sneered and said, "Forgot? How could you forget something so important? You're just making excuses. Do you also like her? She can't forget you."

Seeing that Nan Weiwei didn't believe him, Nan Yifeng was so anxious he was almost in tears. He took a step forward, grabbed Nan Weiwei's hand, and said sincerely, "Weiwei, you have to believe me, my feelings for you are real. I won't contact her anymore. I'll delete her number right now, okay?"

As he spoke, he picked up his phone, making a gesture as if to delete Li Shanshan's number.

Nan Weiwei snatched the phone away, glared at him, and said, "What's the use of deleting it now? Who knows if you're still thinking about her? Let me tell you, Nan Yifeng, I, Nan Weiwei, am not the kind of person who would compromise. If you really still have feelings for someone else, let's break up as soon as possible and not waste each other's time."

Nan Yifeng hugged Nan Weiwei tightly, his voice tinged with pleading: "Weiwei, don't break up, I really can't live without you. I will prove my love for you with my actions, please give me another chance?"

Nan Weiwei struggled in Nan Yifeng's arms, but gradually her struggles weakened, and the anger in her heart slowly subsided with Nan Yifeng's sincere apology and embrace.

She knew that she didn't actually want to lose Nan Yifeng, but what she had just discovered made her too angry and too wronged.

She raised her head, looked into Nan Yifeng's sincere eyes, and slowly said, "I hope you won't disappoint me again in the future."

Nan Yifeng nodded vigorously, holding Nan Weiwei's hand tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go.

"I won't delete, I'll block you."

Hearing what Nan Yifeng said, Nan Weiwei's expression improved slightly.

Just as Nan Yifeng's finger hovered over the phone screen, preparing to decisively blacklist Li Shanshan's number and completely sever all possible sources of misunderstanding, the phone screen suddenly lit up. Li Shanshan's call, like an uninvited guest, once again broke the tense and delicate atmosphere.

Nan Weiwei's tense face flashed with a hint of mockery, and a cold laugh escaped from the corner of her mouth, "Hehe."

These two simple syllables seemed to carry shards of ice, making the surrounding air appear to drop several degrees.

She was quick-witted and nimble, answering the phone for Nan Yifeng in a swift and decisive manner, as if she were watching a show with a hint of provocation.

Nan Yifeng stared at the answered phone, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "This is bad."

His eyes were filled with panic and helplessness, like a child caught red-handed doing something wrong.

He subconsciously looked at Nan Weiwei, only to find her staring at him with a half-smile, her eyes filled with both anger and a hint of expectation, as if to say, "I want to see what you two can say, and whether you can ignite feelings over this phone call."

Nan Weiwei didn't say anything, but coldly handed the phone to Nan Yifeng, her meaning was clear: let him take this hot potato himself.

Nan Yifeng swallowed hard, feeling his throat was terribly dry. He slowly took the phone, his voice trembling with a hint of helplessness: "Hello?"

A familiar yet slightly coquettish voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yi Feng, why did it take you so long to answer the phone? I have something urgent to tell you."

To Nan Weiwei, that voice was like a thorn, piercing straight into her heart. Her gaze instantly sharpened as she stared intently at Nan Yifeng, as if trying to discern every subtle expression on his face.

Nan Yifeng felt a cold sweat break out on his back. He secretly glanced at Nan Weiwei, then tried his best to keep his voice steady: "Just say what's on your mind. I'm... not really available right now."

He deliberately emphasized the words "not very convenient" in hopes of implying that Li Shanshan should end the call quickly.

However, Li Shanshan didn't seem to notice Nan Yifeng's hint and continued to say, "Yifeng, I'm having a little problem here. I wanted to ask if you could help me. I'm begging you. After all, I'm your junior."

Her voice carried a hint of pleading, which put Nan Yifeng in a difficult position.

Upon hearing this, Nan Weiwei frowned deeply, and the anger in her heart began to surge up again.

She crossed her arms and stared coldly at Nan Yifeng, as if waiting for his answer. If his answer didn't satisfy her, a storm was about to break out.

Nan Yifeng sensed the chill emanating from Nan Weiwei and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, it's not convenient. I have my own things to do right now and I really can't help you. You should ask someone else to take a look."

His tone was somewhat harsh, as if he was trying to make Li Shanshan back down.

Li Shanshan seemed surprised that Nan Yifeng would refuse so decisively. She was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone before saying, "Yifeng, is there something you can't say? You weren't like this before. How can you just refuse to help?" Her voice carried a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction.

Before Nan Yifeng could answer, Nan Weiwei finally couldn't hold back any longer. She snatched the phone from Nan Yifeng's hand and said coldly into the other end of the line, "Li Shanshan, Nan Yifeng is my boyfriend now. He has no obligation to help you with any project issues. Don't call him again. If you do, don't blame me for being impolite."

After saying that, she hung up the phone and shoved it at Nan Yifeng.

Seeing Nan Weiwei's angry expression, Nan Yifeng knew that he had really angered her this time.

He quickly took her hand and said sincerely, "Weiwei, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I didn't handle my relationship with Li Shanshan well, and you've suffered. I promise I won't have any contact with her again. Can you believe me?"

Looking into Nan Yifeng's sincere eyes, Nan Weiwei's anger subsided slightly, but she still stubbornly said, "I hope you keep your word. If there's a next time, we're really over."

Nan Yifeng nodded vigorously and hugged Nan Weiwei tightly in his arms, as if this would make her feel his determination and love.

......

In the luxurious yet somewhat oppressive office, Ye Junhao leaned back lazily in a large leather chair, his slender fingers lightly tapping the desk. The rhythmic sound seemed to be the drumbeat of his inner calculations.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of something unfathomable in them, as if he were plotting something.

Li Shanshan stood to the side, unable to hide her nervousness, clutching her black-screened phone tightly in her hand, her face showing a hint of resentment and helplessness.

She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Young Master Ye, Nan Yifeng has hung up the phone."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance, as if she had been greatly insulted by being hung up on.

Ye Junhao paused his tapping of the table, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips, a smile that concealed a hint of disdain and ruthlessness: "Keep fighting."

His voice was deep and cold, like the winter wind, sending chills down one's spine.

"Yes." Li Shanshan dared not disobey in the slightest and quickly replied.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and her fingers swiped rapidly across the screen again, dialing Nan Yifeng's phone number.

She still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that perhaps this time Nan Yifeng would answer and listen to her finish speaking.

However, all that came through the phone was a busy signal, followed by a mechanical female voice saying, "The number you dialed is currently busy."

Li Shanshan's face instantly turned extremely ugly. Her originally fair face was now flushed red, and her eyes were filled with anger and disbelief.

She dialed again and again, but each time she got the same result; clearly, Nan Yifeng had blocked her.

“Young Master Ye…” Li Shanshan said in a trembling voice, her voice trembling with tears, “Nan Yifeng has blocked me.”

She felt her self-esteem had been severely hurt; she had never been rejected so decisively before.

Upon hearing this news, Ye Junhao abruptly stopped tapping his fingers on the table, sat up straight, and a flash of anger crossed his eyes.

He stood up and paced back and forth in his office, each step seemingly fueled by anger. "Hmph, Nan Yifeng."

He said through gritted teeth, the sound as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

Ye Junhao suddenly stopped and turned around, staring intently at Li Shanshan: "Does Nan Yifeng think he can get away with blocking the people around me? He underestimates me, Ye Junhao, far too much."

His eyes revealed a kind of madness and obsession, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Startled by Ye Junhao's gaze, Li Shanshan took a step back and cautiously asked, "Young Master Ye, what do we do next?"

She was both afraid that Ye Junhao would vent his anger on her, and hoping that Ye Junhao could come up with a way to deal with Nan Yifeng so that she could vent her anger.

Ye Junhao pondered for a moment, then a sinister smile crept onto his lips again: "Since he won't answer the phone, let's try another way."

"Another way? What do you mean?" Li Shanshan didn't understand.

"Li Shanshan, you're like this..." Ye Junhao whispered a few words in Li Shanshan's ear.

"This... Young Master Ye... is this okay? It won't work!"

"Hehe, whether it will work or not, we'll only know after trying. Just do as I say!"

Li Shanshan nodded, "Okay..."

Nan Yifeng and Nan Weiwei...