NFBE Chapter 1580 Another misunderstanding
Chapter 1580 Another misunderstanding
Just then, in the room where it was so quiet that only the sound of each other breathing could be heard, Nan Weiwei's phone suddenly rang.
Nan Weiwei had just left her phone in the living room. The ringtone in the quiet night was like a sudden clap of thunder, loud and piercing like a death knell, impossible to ignore.
The sharp ringing of the phone startled Nan Weiwei awake from her half-asleep state. She sat up abruptly, her eyes filled with confusion. Who would be calling so late?
Nan Yifeng's reaction speed was simply astonishing, as if he had already anticipated the arrival of this phone call.
Just as Nan Weiwei was still hesitating about whether to get up, Nan Yifeng sprang out of bed like lightning, his movements swift and agile, like a well-trained cheetah.
His steps were steady and powerful, each step carrying a sense of decisiveness and resolve.
In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the place where he had placed his phone, without the slightest hesitation.
His hand, like an eagle's claw, accurately grasped the phone and quickly raised it to his ear.
Before answering the phone, Nan Yifeng frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied or worried about the call.
However, he quickly suppressed this worry, took a deep breath, pressed the answer button, and held the phone tightly to his ear, preparing for the upcoming call.
His voice was deep and steady, with a hint of barely perceptible wariness: "Hello?"
Nan Weiwei pricked up her ears, listening intently to Nan Yifeng's words. From his brief response, she realized it was Xu Xiaoxiao calling, probably to inquire about their relationship. Nan Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief; she had been afraid it was Ye Junhao calling.
Nan Yifeng and Xiaoxiao exchanged a few words briefly, their tone indifferent, as if it were just a routine greeting or business communication, before hanging up the phone.
However, after hanging up the phone, Nan Yifeng did not return from the living room immediately as Nan Weiwei had expected.
Time passed by, and the room was unusually quiet, except for Nan Weiwei's own breathing.
Nan Weiwei lay in bed, feeling a little uneasy.
She couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. What on earth was Nan Yifeng up to? Had he discovered some secret in the living room? Or had he seen something he shouldn't have on his phone?
Various guesses flashed through Nan Weiwei's mind, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.
Nan Yifeng wasn't usually one to procrastinate; he would typically finish his tasks quickly and return to his room. So why was he acting this way today?
Nan Weiwei tossed and turned in bed, her mood growing increasingly irritable.
In that instant, Nan Weiwei felt as if she had been struck by a sudden bolt of lightning. Her body trembled violently, and a thought flashed through her mind as if she had been illuminated by a bright light.
Her eyes widened instantly, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, her face filled with terror.
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, and her hands unconsciously gripped the things around her tightly, her fingers turning pale from the force.
Nan Weiwei felt a chill run down her spine. An ominous premonition washed over her. She realized she had forgotten something very important, something that could have extremely serious consequences.
She recalled the scene at Xu Xiaoxiao's house when Ye Junhao sent her a message asking her to come out and sit for a while.
She glanced at it quickly, thought it was no big deal, and after refusing, she didn't pay much attention to it, and may even have forgotten to delete the message.
However, she now realized that with Nan Yifeng's jealous and sensitive nature, if he saw this message, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Yi Nan is extremely possessive in relationships, and the slightest disturbance can trigger his unease and suspicion.
She couldn't help but imagine how Yi Feng would react when he saw the message, and how he would interpret its meaning.
What if they misunderstand and think there's something unusual between her and Ye Junhao? The thought weighed heavily on her heart, like a boulder pressing down on it.
Nan Weiwei felt her heart suddenly race, as if it were about to burst out of her chest, and an ominous premonition welled up in her heart.
Oh no, Nan Yifeng might misunderstand again, right? Last time, the two of them had a big argument because of Li Shanshan. If it's because of Ye Junhao's information this time, who knows what will happen?
Nan Weiwei grew increasingly anxious as she thought about it, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She tossed and turned in bed, restless, wishing she could rush out immediately and explain everything to Nan Yifeng.
But then I looked at myself and realized I was completely naked, without a single piece of clothing on. If I got up to check myself in this state, who knows what embarrassing things might happen.
Nan Weiwei felt conflicted; she didn't know what she should do.
On the one hand, she really didn't want to face what might happen outside; on the other hand, she felt that hiding like this wasn't a solution.
After a fierce internal struggle, Nan Weiwei finally decided to take the most conservative approach—to curl up in bed and pretend to be dead.
She quickly pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped herself tightly inside, like a frightened little rabbit.
Nan Weiwei wrapped herself up tightly, with only her small head showing.
Her eyes darted around, warily observing her surroundings, as if worried that something terrible might suddenly appear.
At the same time, she kept her ears perked up, listening carefully to the sounds outside, afraid of missing any noise.
A few minutes passed, which seemed to drag on endlessly, before Nan Yifeng finally walked slowly over from the living room.
His steps appeared slow and steady, each step seeming as if he had thought things through carefully, as if he were contemplating something important.
His face held an enigmatic expression, neither angry nor indifferent, but rather a calm that defied comprehension.
When he reached the bedside, he stopped and looked down at Nan Weiwei, who was huddled under the covers.
Nan Weiwei's body trembled slightly. She seemed to feel Nan Yifeng's gaze penetrating the blankets and landing on her.
Nan Yifeng was silent for a moment, then said, "Ye Junhao called and asked you to go out for drinks."
His voice was calm and without any ripples, yet it exuded an irresistible sense of authority.
Nan Weiwei huddled even tighter under the covers, not daring to look up at Nan Yifeng, and whispered, "I...I won't go..."
Nan Yifeng frowned slightly; he was clearly not satisfied with Nan Weiwei's answer.
He continued, "Weiwei, aren't you going to cut ties with him completely?"
When Nan Yifeng said this, there was no obvious expression on his face. There was neither an angry roar nor obvious jealousy, but his calm tone revealed an undeniable firmness.
Nan Weiwei's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. She quickly poked her head out from under the covers, her eyes wide open, and said with an innocent yet anxious expression, "I haven't contacted him for a long time! Last time he texted me to ask me out, I refused without hesitation. If you don't believe me, look at the messages he sent me a couple of days ago."
As she spoke, Nan Weiwei reached out from under the covers to grab her phone, but as soon as she made the movement, she realized she wasn't wearing any clothes and awkwardly withdrew her hand, leaving her only able to look longingly at Nan Yifeng.
Looking at Nan Weiwei's anxious yet adorable appearance, Nan Yifeng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He then nodded gently and said...
"Yes, I saw it, so I didn't make a fuss about it." His voice was deep and gentle, as if it could penetrate one's soul, making one unable to help but be captivated by it.
However, behind this gentleness lies an undeniable majesty, like a high mountain that, though silent, gives one a sense of being unshakeable.
He continued, "Weiwei, block his number. This person has bad intentions."
Although his tone was calm, his determination was obvious.
He seemed to have already judged this person's behavior and believed that this person would have a negative impact on Weiwei.
When Nan Weiwei heard that she was to block Ye Junhao's number, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
She took a deep breath, as if she had been holding it in for a long time and could finally exhale smoothly.
However, just as she relaxed a little, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: Would Nan Yifeng pick a fight with her because of the information she had received earlier?
This thought instantly made Nan Weiwei tense up again. Her throat felt dry, and she involuntarily coughed twice.
The two dry coughs sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet room, as if they were an outward manifestation of her inner tension.
She hoped that those two dry coughs would ease the tense atmosphere and make her seem less guilty.
Nan Weiwei's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. She seemed a little scared and hesitant, but finally mustered up her courage and said, "Block... Could you help me block him?"
"Look, the way I replied to his message was so firm. I didn't give him any hope. You should know that... you're the only one in my heart."
Nan Weiwei's fingers slid across the screen, showing the other party the messages she had sent one by one, as if to prove her determination.
Her voice grew softer and softer until she was almost mumbling, her eyes glancing at Nan Yifeng every now and then, observing his reaction.
Upon hearing Nan Weiwei's words, a resolute glint flashed in Nan Yifeng's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively took Nan Weiwei's phone, his fingers rapidly manipulating the screen, and in the blink of an eye, he added Ye Junhao's number to the blacklist.
After doing all this, he put the phone back in its original place, then slowly straightened up, stretched his stiff neck, and let out a long sigh of relief.
However, this breath did not make him feel much better; instead, it made him realize that his body was quite exhausted.
He dragged his legs, which felt as if they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, slowly toward the bedside.
Each step felt so heavy, as if I were stepping on cotton instead of the floor.
Finally, he walked to the bedside and collapsed onto it like a lump of mud.
The mattress creaked slightly under his weight, but he paid no heed to it.
At this moment, all he wanted was for his body to get a moment's rest.
Despite his extreme physical exhaustion, his mind remained active.
The intimate scene of "doing business" just now kept flashing through his mind, but he could no longer muster any interest.
The feeling is like someone who has been walking in the desert for a long time suddenly seeing an oasis, only to find that it is just a mirage, which is extremely disappointing.
These past two days, an emergency occurred on a project at the company. He was like a tireless spinning top, working day and night without rest, barely closing his eyes at night, relying entirely on sheer willpower to keep going.
A deep weariness washed over him like a surging tide, threatening to engulf him entirely. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, as if weighed down by a thousand-pound burden, and he couldn't lift them no matter what he did.
Finally, he could no longer hold on. He slowly walked to the bedside and lay down limply like a lump of mud. The mattress sank slightly, as if sighing for his exhaustion.
He let out a long sigh, a sound that was somewhat languid and weary, as if it came from the depths of his body.
After exhaling that breath, he felt completely relaxed, as if all his strength had been drained away in that instant.
His voice was tinged with weariness as he said to the person beside him, "Weiwei, go to sleep early, I'm a little sleepy."
After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
As he spoke, his eyelids began to droop, and as soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became even and deep.
Nan Weiwei lay beside him, watching Nan Yifeng's expression, her heart pounding like a rabbit's. What did this mean? Was Nan Yifeng angry? He definitely was, she thought to herself.
He was clearly very interested just now, looking like he wouldn't give up until he got her, his eyes filled with burning desire, ready to elope with her and enjoy this intimate time.
But after receiving Ye Junhao's call, he suddenly said he was sleepy. The contrast was too great. Who would believe that he was really sleepy?
Nan Weiwei felt increasingly wronged. She gently touched Nan Yifeng's arm and muttered softly, "Are you really sleepy? Are you angry because of Ye Junhao's phone call?"
Nan Yifeng didn't react at all, still fast asleep. Nan Weiwei nudged him again, her voice trembling with a hint of tears: "Please don't ignore me, Ye Junhao and I really have nothing going on, I've already rejected him..."
But Nan Yifeng remained as still as a stone.
Nan Weiwei sighed helplessly, staring at the ceiling, her mind a complete mess.
She didn't know what Nan Yifeng was thinking, whether he was still jealous about Ye Junhao, or if he was really exhausted.
As she pondered, her eyelids began to droop, and she drifted off to sleep, though Nan Yifeng's complex expression kept replaying in her dreams.
The Fu family...