NFBE Chapter 1577 I was wrong
Chapter 1577 I was wrong
"Weiwei, what... are you going to do?"
When Nan Yifeng saw Nan Weiwei packing her luggage, he panicked and rushed forward, grabbing Nan Weiwei's hand. His hand trembled slightly with anger and excitement, and his palm was burning hot, as if a ball of fire was burning inside.
He held on tightly, as if afraid that Nan Weiwei would disappear if he let go.
Nan Weiwei tried to shake her hands off Nan Yifeng's grip, but his hands were like iron clamps, holding her firmly.
Her eyes widened, blazing with fury, and she roared, "Nan Yifeng, let go! What I do is none of your business. You have Li Shanshan, who has secretly loved you for years, so why should you care about me? You only have her in your heart, so why are you pretending to care about me!"
Nan Weiwei's voice became sharp and shrill with excitement, echoing in the quiet bedroom.
Looking at Nan Weiwei's face, which was flushed with anger, Nan Yifeng felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then slowly squatted down and gently took out the clothes that Nan Weiwei had haphazardly stuffed into the suitcase, folding them neatly with gentle and patient movements.
After folding it neatly, he slowly closed the suitcase with a "click," as if temporarily shutting down the tense gap between them.
He stood up, his eyes sincere yet pleading, and looked at Nan Weiwei, saying, "Weiwei, okay, stop being so stubborn."
"You're having a tantrum? Did I?" Nan Weiwei started to lose her temper as well.
"Weiwei, I admit that we were both wrong and did things wrong in what happened a few days ago, but it's all in the past now. It's like a gust of wind; it'll be gone once it's over. Let's not dwell on it anymore, okay?"
“Weiwei, dwelling on the past won’t do either of us any good. It will only make us both feel bad. So, let’s forget about all the unhappy things, okay? It’s so late now, and we have to get up early for work tomorrow. Let’s go to sleep and get some rest so we can be in good shape for work tomorrow.”
His voice was deep and gentle, like a spring breeze gently caressing Nan Weiwei's heart.
Nan Yifeng really didn't want to argue with Nan Weiwei. Every argument felt like a cut in his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
He just wanted to live a quiet life with Nan Weiwei, putting all the misunderstandings and conflicts to the back of his mind.
At this moment, he stared intently into Nan Weiwei's eyes, hoping to see a hint of compromise and forgiveness in them.
"Sleep, sleep, all you ever think about is sleeping! Are you a pig? It's only this early and you're already sleeping? Even Xiaoxiao, who's pregnant, isn't sleeping."
Nan Weiwei exploded like a firecracker that had been lit. She forcefully opened the suitcase that she had just closed with both hands, her movements quick and fierce, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction on the suitcase.
She started frantically stuffing things into the box, throwing clothes and cosmetics in without a care for whether they were folded properly, until the box was bulging like a small hill.
The mere mention of sleep unleashed the pent-up resentment and anger within her, like a flood held back by a dam, bursting forth like a surging torrent.
Recalling her days in the Fu family, her mood grew increasingly heavy.
At that time, her heart was filled with conflicts with Nan Yifeng, and these conflicts were like fine needles, constantly pricking her heart.
Her appetite was greatly affected as a result; every bite of food tasted like wax, utterly tasteless.
As night fell and she lay in bed, those conflicting and unpleasant scenes kept swirling in her mind, making her toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.
My thoughts were like a wild horse, galloping freely and unable to stop.
The images of her unpleasant parting with Nan Yifeng flashed before her eyes again and again, making her increasingly agitated and uneasy.
However, in stark contrast to her anxiety and unease, Nan Yifeng appeared unusually calm.
He seemed completely unaffected by the outside world, going to work and coming home every day as usual, eating when he was supposed to eat, and sleeping when he was supposed to sleep, living a relaxed and carefree life.
Some even speculated that he might flirt with Li Shanshan that night, enjoying a sweet time together.
His nonchalant demeanor was nothing short of silent torture to Nan Weiwei.
She felt he hadn't moved on at all, but was instead treating her in a more insidious way—what people call emotional abuse—to force her to break up.
This kind of insidious, yet deadly, method is like a needle hidden in cotton; it may seem gentle, but it can pierce the heart directly, causing more profound and unbearable damage than a direct argument.
He maintained a calm demeanor throughout, neither arguing with her nor showing the slightest anger, and he didn't even utter a single harsh word.
However, it was this silence that made him wear a cold, expressionless face all day long, as if she were completely dispensable in his eyes, not even as good as a stranger.
This indifference and disregard was like an invisible blade, deeply piercing Nan Weiwei's heart and causing her unprecedented pain and grievance.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The anger in her heart was like a powder keg that had been lit, constantly expanding and burning, as if it would devour her whole.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she desperately held them back.
She didn't want to show weakness in front of him, and she didn't want him to see her vulnerability.
That day, their argument wasn't particularly intense, but it wasn't insignificant either. Neither side would back down, and their words were sharp, each one like a knife piercing the other's heart.
Ultimately, the heated argument ended badly, leaving behind only endless silence and mutual hurt.
She didn't want to go home, so she went to Xu Xiaoxiao's house with a heavy heart, filled with contradictions and entanglements.
Nevertheless, deep down she still held a sliver of hope that Nan Yifeng would take the initiative to contact her.
She longed for him to give her a way out, to coax her with gentle words, and to make her feel his care and concern again.
However, time relentlessly passed, each minute and second like a wound etched into her heart.
A whole weekend passed, and her phone remained silent. There were no ringtones, no text message notifications, and not even a simple greeting.
She couldn't help but wonder if Nan Yifeng had completely forgotten her.
Has his affection for her become so indifferent that he is unwilling to even give her a small greeting?
These questions weighed heavily on her heart like stones, causing her immense pain and despair.
She began to feel anxious and uneasy, and her expectations were gradually replaced by disappointment.
She couldn't help but wonder if she was really that unimportant to Nan Yifeng.
Doesn't he care about her feelings at all? These questions gnawed at her mind like venomous snakes, causing her immense pain.
"Heh," she sneered, her eyes filled with mockery and disdain. "Nan Yifeng, you're really thick-skinned! I'm not like you, able to sleep so soundly. You can be indifferent to all of this, as if nothing happened, but I can't! I can't be as heartless as you, unmoved by these things."
Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner agitation and dissatisfaction. Clearly, she was very disappointed and angry with Nan Yifeng's attitude.
As Nan Weiwei packed her things, she shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse with excitement.
Her hands trembled slightly from the effort, and her nails turned white from gripping her clothes so tightly.
Nan Yifeng had been trying to suppress his anger and communicate with Nan Weiwei properly, but seeing her stubbornness and her desire to pack her things and leave, his anger flared up instantly.
His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were wide open, like an enraged lion.
He strode up to the suitcase, and without hesitation, kicked Nan Weiwei's suitcase aside.
The suitcase crashed to the ground, scattering its contents everywhere—clothes and cosmetics piled haphazardly, much like the chaotic state of their relationship.
"Nan Yifeng, what's wrong with you? You're the one who's clearly in the wrong."
Looking at the suitcases lying haphazardly on the ground, as if ravaged by a storm, along with the clothes and cosmetics scattered all over the floor, Nan Weiwei felt a surge of anger rising up again, rushing straight to her head, making her tremble slightly with rage.
Her eyes were wide open, filled with the flames of anger, as if she wanted to burn Nan Yifeng to ashes.
Nan Yifeng felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if a thousand bees were flying around his ears, and his brain was about to explode.
He grabbed his hair with both hands, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and said loudly with a hint of helplessness and frustration, "Weiwei, it's my fault, I was wrong, okay? Stop making a scene, alright?"
He originally wanted to keep the peace, which is why he didn't speak to Nan Weiwei. Unexpectedly, one sentence was like a spark that instantly ignited Nan Weiwei, who was like a "powder keg".
Seeing that Nan Yifeng admitted his mistake, Nan Weiwei not only did not calm down, but cried even harder, her tears flowing like a flood that had burst its banks.
She cried and screamed at the top of her lungs, "What... what did you say? You're wrong, no, you're not wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been so confident and thought I was important to you."
Nan Yifeng... Sure enough, Fu Yanchen was right. Women can be quite unreasonable when they argue with you. Now, all he can do is keep admitting his mistakes.
"Weiwei, no, you really are the most important person in my heart. This time it was really my fault, please don't be angry, okay?"
"Hehe, no way, I can't accept that. Wait till you say I forced you to admit you were wrong? You're not wrong? Who are you? Young Master Nan, the successor of the Nan Group! You're always right! I'm the one who's wrong!"
Her voice was broken and nasal from crying, each word sounding like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with anger and resentment.
She waved her hands wildly in the air, as if trying to drive away the man who had hurt her.
Looking at Nan Weiwei's tearful face, Nan Yifeng felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he were being pricked by countless needles at the same time.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to comfort her, but he didn't know where to begin.
After a long pause, he stammered, "Weiwei... I... I was really wrong... No one forced me to admit my mistake... I shouldn't have been so petty..."
Nan Yifeng's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of pleading and helplessness, like a child who had done something wrong admitting to an adult.
He lowered his head slightly, not daring to look into Nan Weiwei's eyes, as if looking at her for even a moment would plunge him into endless pain.
Nan Weiwei's eyes widened like copper bells, burning with raging anger as she stared straight at Nan Yifeng, her gaze seemingly able to see right through him.
Her chest heaved with anger as she shouted, "Nan Yifeng, what did you say? You... are you sincerely apologizing? You're not apologizing because you're afraid your parents will scold you when I go home, are you?"
Nan Yifeng said, "No, Weiwei, I sincerely apologize."
"You...you really are wrong. Then tell me, where did you go wrong?!"
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable forcefulness.
Nan Yifeng was caught off guard by her sudden questioning. He avoided eye contact with Nan Weiwei, remembering Fu Yanchen's words: "Don't try to reason with a woman, you won't get through to her."
He stammered, "Um...I...I was wrong about everything, okay? I shouldn't have argued with you. I'm a man, I should be magnanimous."
His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible, and he looked like a primary school student caught by the teacher for making a mistake.
Upon hearing this, Nan Weiwei's anger flared up even more.
She felt a rush of heat to her head, as if her brain was about to explode. This meant that she was a difficult woman to please.
She was so angry that she was trembling all over. She grabbed a plush pillow and threw it at Nan Yifeng without hesitation.
The cuddly pillow arced through the air before crashing heavily onto Nan Yifeng.
Nan Yifeng... He's already admitted his mistake, but he still won't let this girl get away with it.
"Nan Yifeng, you don't even realize where you went wrong. You just don't want to talk to me. Aren't you implying that I'm forcing you to admit your mistake?!"
Nan Wei shouted hoarsely, her voice sharp and piercing with anger, echoing throughout the room.
Her eyes were filled with grievance and disappointment, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
"You have no conscience, you're not human! I was really hoping you would genuinely realize your mistakes, and all you gave me was this perfunctory reply. What am I to you anyway?"
As she spoke, she grabbed other items from her suitcase, preparing to throw them at the other person, as if she wanted to vent all her anger and grievances through these objects.
Nan Yi Feng,,,,