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

Chapter 1531 Domestic Violence Man

The next day, Nan woke up slowly, her consciousness slowly returning. She rubbed her eyes and subconsciously looked at the alarm clock on the bedside, only to realize that it was already noon.

The room was quiet and warm, filled with a faint, lazy atmosphere that was unique to last night's romance.

Nan Weiwei sat up and glanced across the room. She quickly spotted the note on the table.

The note was neatly folded, with Nan Yifeng's strong handwriting on it: "Weiwei, I'm going to the company. Breakfast is in the thermal box, remember to eat it."

These few simple words were like a warm current that instantly flowed into Nan Weiwei's heart.

She jumped out of bed like a happy little deer and quickly tidied herself up.

After washing up, she couldn't wait to open the thermal box, which contained a carefully prepared breakfast, still steaming hot.

There was her favorite sandwich, golden bread slices with fresh ham and lettuce, next to it was a cup of warm milk and a cut apple, which was bright in color and exuded an enticing fruity aroma.

Nan Weiwei wolfed down her breakfast, as if she wanted to eat all of Nan Yifeng's love into her stomach.

After breakfast, she didn't bother to tidy up her appearance and hurried out.

Along the way, she was filled with anticipation for work and reminiscing about the sweet time last night.

When she rushed to the company, the office area was busy and orderly.

Some colleagues were typing on the keyboard in front of the computer screen, while others were discussing work plans in low voices.

As soon as Nan Weiwei walked into the office area, she ran into Niu Mengmeng who had just returned from lunch.

Niu Mengmeng was wearing a smart business suit, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, and walking with light steps.

Seeing Nan Weiwei in such a hurry, she flashed a teasing smile in her eyes, and asked with a grin, "Hey, Weiwei, tell me the truth, what have you been doing these past few days? Did you go out to enjoy life?"

There was a hint of joking in his tone, as if he was deliberately teasing Nan Weiwei.

Nan paused slightly, took a breath, a faint blush of embarrassment on her face.

She scratched her head and said with a smile: "No, I just feel unwell..."

Niu Mengmeng raised her eyebrows, looking unconvinced. She leaned closer to Nan Weiwei and said in a low voice, "Oh, you're still keeping it a secret from me. Seeing your face glowing, there must be something good going on."

There was a gossipy look in her eyes, as if she would not stop until she dug out Nan Weiwei's secret.

Nan Weiwei felt a little flustered when Niu Mengmeng looked at her. She gently pushed Niu Mengmeng and said, "It's nothing, just dealing with some minor troubles at home. Stop teasing me, I have a lot of work backlog these days, and I have to catch up quickly."

After saying that, she hurried towards her workstation like a frightened little rabbit.

Niu Mengmeng looked at Nan Weiwei's back, smiled and shook her head, muttering, "There must be something wrong with this girl."

However, she did not ask any further questions, turned around and walked towards her workstation, and continued to devote herself to her busy work.

Nan Weiwei sat at her workstation, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

She looked at the pile of work documents on the computer and secretly encouraged herself: "Come on, Nan Weiwei, finish your work first, and then go back to share today's events with Nan Yifeng in the evening."

As she thought about it, that sweet smile appeared on her face again, as if all the good things in life were coming to her at this moment.

Nan Weiwei finally finished dealing with the pile of work, and her heart couldn't wait to fly towards Nan Yifeng.

She walked briskly and eagerly to the door of Nan Yifeng's office.

Taking a deep breath, she gently pushed open the door.

The door creaked open slowly, but the scene in front of her made Nan Weiwei's eyes widen in shock.

I saw Nan Yifeng fell asleep on the desk, his head resting on his arm. His hair, which was usually always combed meticulously, was now a little messy, with a few strands of hair hanging playfully on his forehead.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was still worried about work even in his sleep, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes.

The straight shirt he was wearing was wrinkled, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He had completely lost his usual spirited look.

Nan Weiwei's heart suddenly tightened, and guilt quickly overwhelmed her like a tide.

She remembered that she was drunk last night, and she must have given Nan Yifeng a lot of trouble after she came back. She couldn't even remember what she had done. Alas, he not only had to take care of himself, but also had to deal with work matters. How tired he must have been that night.

She stood at the door, neither knowing whether to go in nor to retreat, her eyes full of heartache and self-blame.

She bit her lips lightly, hesitated for a moment, and was about to quietly leave, not wanting to disturb Nan Yifeng's rare short rest.

However, at this moment, Nan Yifeng seemed to feel something and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were slightly tired as he looked at Nan Weiwei sleepily, his voice slightly hoarse from just waking up: "Weiwei, are you here? Have you had breakfast?"

These two simple words seem to carry endless tenderness and attachment.

Nan Weiwei paused. She looked at Nan Yifeng's tired yet smiling face, and felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

She slowly walked to Nan Yifeng, squatted down gently, and said guiltily, "Yifeng, I'm sorry. It was my fault last night that I made you suffer so much."

Her voice was low and with a hint of crying, like a child who had done something wrong.

Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei's guilty face and felt a tenderness in his heart.

He reached out and gently stroked Nan Weiwei's hair. The movement was gentle and doting, as if he was stroking the most precious treasure.

"Silly boy, why are you saying sorry? You were drunk last night, and I was just worried about you. It's my duty to take care of you."

His voice was full of concern and love, as if he wanted to convey all the warmth to Nan Weiwei.

Nan Weiwei raised her head slightly, her watery eyes full of anxiety and doubt, her voice as gentle as petals falling in spring: "Yi Feng...are you really not angry?"

There was a cautious tentativeness in her tone, as if she was afraid that she would accidentally touch the sensitive nerve in his heart again.

The corners of Nan Yifeng's mouth rose slightly, outlining a gentle and doting arc.

He stretched out his strong and warm arms and gently pulled her to sit on his lap.

This action was natural and intimate, as if it was a tacit repetition between them countless times.

He looked into Nan Weiwei's eyes, his gaze filled with affection and tolerance, and slowly said, "Originally, I was indeed a little angry. After all, what you did made me feel a little uncomfortable. But when I saw you covered in blood, fighting hard, my heart softened. You expressed your sincerity in this way, so how could I continue to be angry with you?"

"But I do have one small request. Don't go out drinking alone anymore; it's so unsafe! And don't let me get through to you on the phone; I'll be worried. As long as you can do these two things, I'll be satisfied!"

The voice was low and magnetic, like the melodious music played by a cello, echoing in the small office.

"'What, like that? What does fighting bloody battles mean?,' Nan tilted his head slightly, his eyes full of confusion, his mind a little confused.

She bit her lip lightly, trying to search through the fragments of her memory for the scenes of what happened after she returned home last night, but those scenes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, blurry and distant.

"Nan Yifeng, what did I do after I got home last night? Was it something particularly embarrassing?"

There was a hint of anxiety in her voice, like a child looking for answers in the dark.

She only remembered that Nan Yifeng was very angry last night. His cold expression and tightly pursed lips were like a sharp sword that pierced her heart.

However, what was unexpected was that he was completely different from the furious man he was last night! It was as if the violent storm last night was just a short nightmare, and what was unfolding before her now was the scene of the first clearing after the rain, and the bright sunshine.

This sudden change was like the bright sunshine that suddenly penetrated the thick clouds and fell on the earth without any warning. It caught her off guard and she was a little at a loss for a moment.

What had she done to make him calm down so easily? She thought hard, but she couldn't recall the key fragments.

These fragments were like naughty elves, fleeting before her eyes, leaving her no time to catch them.

Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei's confused and cute look, and couldn't help but gently pinch her cheek. The touch was soft and delicate, like touching a delicate flower.

He smiled and said, "Little guy, after you came home last night, you threw yourself on me, kissed me, and..."

Having said that, he paused deliberately, with a hint of teasing and ambiguity in his eyes, as if he was deliberately teasing Nan Weiwei.

Nan Weiwei's face suddenly turned red, just like the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

She lowered her head in shame, twisting the corners of her clothes unconsciously with her hands, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I...I did this?"

She felt shy and curious. The forgotten scenes gradually took shape in her mind, but they were like an unfinished painting, blurry and hazy.

Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei's shy appearance and felt pity in his heart.

He gently lifted her chin and let her look at him, his eyes full of tenderness and affection: "Yes, you are so proactive and so enthusiastic, how can I still be angry?"

There was a hint of fondness in his voice, as if he was telling the sweetest secret.

Nan Weiwei pouted slightly and said coquettishly: "I was drunk, so I didn't know what I did. Don't make fun of me about this in the future."

There was a hint of coquettishness in her eyes, but she was also full of dependence on Nan Yifeng.

Nan Yifeng smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, I won't make fun of you. But you must remember my words in the future and don't make me worry so much again." There was a hint of seriousness in his voice, but it was also full of endless concern.

Nan Weiwei nodded vigorously, leaning in Nan Yifeng's arms, feeling his warm and solid embrace.

In this warm and sweet atmosphere, she seemed to have forgotten all her worries and fatigue, and was immersed in this deep love.

The two of them were immersed in their love, and the air was filled with a sweet scent, as if the whole world was left with only each other's warmth.

Nan Weiwei moved slightly, with a blush from the intimacy still on her cheeks. She pursed her lips lightly, with a bit of shyness and coquettishness, and stood up to go back to work.

The movement was light yet with a hint of reluctance, as if a little bird had just enjoyed sweetness and was reluctant to leave its warm nest.

However, just as she stood up, she was pulled back by Nan Yifeng.

That power was irresistible and overbearing, yet it also revealed a hint of longing.

Nan Yifeng held her tightly in his arms, his eyes flashing with a fiery light, like the brightest stars in the night sky. With a hint of charm and unruliness, he whispered in her ear: "Weiwei, I want to... do it again..."