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

Chapter 1516 Mind

"Fu... Fu Yanchen." Nan Weiwei stuttered.

The corridor outside the bathroom was filled with a cold atmosphere. The lights were dim and yellow, casting mottled shadows on the walls, as if hiding countless unknown secrets.

Right at the door of this slightly remote bathroom, Fu Yanchen stood there quietly like an unshakable mountain.

His figure was tall and slender, outlining a cold silhouette in the dim light, and he exuded an elusive mysterious aura.

Xu Xiaoxiao, originally with a relaxed smile on her face.

However, when her eyes accidentally swept over Fu Yanchen, her steps suddenly stopped as if she was cast under a spell.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze and the air around became extremely heavy.

She met Fu Yanchen's deep eyes. Those eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, revealing a hint of coldness, and seemed to hide endless secrets, making people unable to help but indulge in them.

Xu Xiaoxiao only felt her heartbeat suddenly quicken, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her heart. For a moment, panic surged over her like a tide, making her a little at a loss.

The location of this restroom is quite far from the restaurant, and the surroundings are so quiet that it is a bit eerie. Even the sound of a needle falling on the ground can be heard clearly.

Xu Xiaoxiao knew clearly that what they had just said in the bathroom seemed to be magnified countless times in this silent environment, and Fu Yanchen was likely to have heard it.

And Mo Jinghan, this name has always been a secret between them, like a bomb hidden in the dark, which may be detonated at any time.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Fu Yanchen's silent but majestic appearance, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in her heart, as if a storm was about to come, and she was in the center of the storm with nowhere to escape.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Nan Weiwei's forehead, and her eyes were full of panic and anxiety, like a frightened deer.

Her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, her lips trembling slightly as she stammered as she hurriedly explained, "Um... Fu Yanchen, we really didn't mean to mention Mo Jinghan. You know, Xiaoxiao, that old classmate, is so rude. When she opens her mouth, it's like a machine gun, crackling non-stop. She even specifically mentioned Mo Jinghan. We were so angry at the time that we just blurted it out. Please don't take it to heart."

Fu Yanchen stood there quietly, like an iceberg in the cold night, exuding a coldness that kept people at a distance.

There was no expression on his angular face, and his deep eyes were like a quiet lake, making it impossible to see his inner thoughts.

He didn't respond to Nan Weiwei, as if everything Nan Weiwei said had nothing to do with him.

Then, he stretched out his long legs, taking steady and powerful steps, and walked towards Xu Xiaoxiao step by step.

Every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart, making the air around them become solemn.

When he walked to Xu Xiaoxiao, he slowly stretched out his hand, gently but with irresistible force, and put his arm around Xu Xiaoxiao's shoulders.

His palms were large and warm, conveying a sense of reassurance through the thin fabric.

Then, he lowered his head slightly and whispered in Xu Xiaoxiao's ear: "Let's go, it's too cold here."

The voice was low and magnetic, as if it carried a kind of magic, which gradually calmed Xu Xiaoxiao's originally panicked heart.

Then, he took Xu Xiaoxiao and slowly turned and left under the complicated gazes of several people, leaving behind only a handsome and mysterious back.

Nan Weiwei felt like she had just experienced a thrilling adventure and finally recovered from her tense state. She gasped for breath, her hands uncontrollably patting her chest, as if this could soothe the heart that was about to jump out of her throat.

There was still a hint of fear in her eyes, like a frightened bird, and her voice was trembling with fear as she muttered to herself, "I was so scared. The atmosphere just now was so intense that I felt like the air was freezing. It was like a pair of invisible hands were clutching my heart tightly, making it impossible for me to breathe."

Xiaomei also seemed to wake up from a nightmare. Her originally tense body relaxed instantly, and her whole body seemed as if all the bones were pulled out, and she leaned softly against the wall behind her.

She let out a long breath, as if to expel all the tension and fear she had felt before.

His face was filled with relief at having survived the ordeal, his eyes wide open, still revealing lingering fear. He spoke in an exaggerated voice, "Oh my god, Mr. Fu... Mr. Fu's eyes are so terrifying."

"That look was like two sharp ice blades, piercing straight at you, as if it could freeze you into an ice sculpture. It was also like an abyss hiding an endless storm, making you feel like you'd be swallowed up just by looking at it."

"Let's go." Nan Weiwei gently tugged at the corner of Xiaomei's clothes, with a hint of urgency in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to escape from this place that was just filled with tension.

Her steps were a little hurried, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on Xiaomei's hand, as if she was afraid that Xiaomei would suddenly disappear.

The two hurried out of the hot pot restaurant. As Nan Weiwei just walked to the door, she felt a piercing pain coming from her stomach, as if a sharp knife was stirring inside.

Her already pale face instantly became even uglier, her brows were tightly furrowed together like two twisted hills, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Ouch..." Nan Weiwei covered her stomach, her body slightly bent, and a painful groan came from her mouth.

She pressed her hands tightly against her stomach, as if that would ease some of the pain.

Seeing Nan Weiwei's painful look, his eyes were full of worry and anxiety. He supported her and said anxiously, "Weiwei, what's wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache? I told you, your period will be here for a few days, so don't eat raw or cold food."

Nan Weiwei nodded weakly and said in a weak voice: "Yi Feng, I understand. Don't sleep anymore. My stomach hurts..."

Nan Yifeng didn't say anything and picked up Nan Weiwei, his movements were gentle but with irresistible force.

He turned to a few people and said, "I'll take Weiwei to the hospital first. You guys can do whatever you want. Be careful on the way back."

After saying that, he held Nan Weiwei in his arms and walked quickly towards the car parked on the side of the road.

When they got in the car, Nan Yifeng said, "Tell me, you have offended Fu Yanchen again. You are so incompetent and like to play." Nan Yifeng scratched Nan Weiwei's nose.

"What did you say? I really have a stomachache," Nan Weiwei said weakly.

When Nan Yifeng realized that he had misunderstood Nan Weiwei, he was extremely anxious. He stepped on the accelerator hard and the car rushed towards the hospital like an arrow.

The wheels were spinning rapidly on the road, making a whirring sound, as if they were also anxious about Nan Weiwei's pain.

The atmosphere in the car was so tense that it was suffocating. Nan Yifeng gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and the image of Nan Weiwei's painful appearance kept appearing in his mind.

Elsewhere, the crowd in front of the hot pot restaurant gradually dispersed. Lu Feng gently patted Xiaomei's shoulder, the gesture carrying a hint of comfort, and said softly, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Xiaomei nodded slightly, with some tension and fear still lingering in her eyes.

She walked silently to the car, and Lu Feng considerately opened the door for her. After she sat down, he closed the door, walked around to the driver's seat, started the car, and slowly drove away from this place that had been so bustling just a moment ago.

At this time, only Xu Xiaoxiao and Fu Yanchen were still standing there.

The street lamps emitted a dim light, stretching their shadows into long lines, interweaving them on the ground like an ambiguous and mysterious painting.

Fu Yanchen looked calm, as if nothing that had happened in the bathroom had stirred a ripple in his heart. He gently walked to the passenger side and opened the door gracefully. His voice was low and gentle, like a ray of warm sunshine on a winter day: "Have you eaten?"

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded.

"Well, then go back early. It's cold outside and you might catch a cold." There was an imperceptible concern hidden in his tone.

Xu Xiaoxiao was slightly startled, then got into the car obediently. She sat in the passenger seat, her eyes somewhat evasive, not daring to look Fu Yanchen in the eye.

The car started slowly and drove on the way home.

Along the way, the silence between the two was like an unbridgeable gap, separating them far apart.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely solemn and so quiet that it was suffocating. It seemed that even the air was frozen by this depressing atmosphere.

The scenery outside the car window passed by quickly, but failed to arouse their interest at all.

Their eyes were either looking elsewhere or staring into the void, with no moment of their eyes meeting.

Occasionally, one of them would move unconsciously, but would quickly return to his original position and continue in silence.

Only the slight roar of the car engine and the rustling sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground echoed in the silent car.

Xu Xiaoxiao's fingers unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes, and she felt mixed emotions.

She was worried that what she had just said in the bathroom would have a bad influence on Fu Yanchen, and she was also curious about what Fu Yanchen was thinking at the moment.

Fu Yanchen, on the other hand, looked straight ahead, driving attentively, but his slightly furrowed brow and the complicated look he occasionally glanced at Xu Xiaoxiao in the rearview mirror revealed the uneasy emotions deep in his heart.

This quiet atmosphere, like a silent storm, was brewing quietly between the two of them.

When I returned home, the warm lights were like soft gauze, spreading in every corner of the living room, adding a bit of warmth to this cold night.

While untying his tie, Fu Yanchen whispered to Hou Mama, who was standing not far away, "Hou Mama, make Xiaoxiao a cup of hot milk. She ate spicy food and caught a cold today. A cup of milk can warm her stomach."

His voice was low and magnetic, with an unquestionable majesty, but also concealed his attentive care for Xu Xiaoxiao.

Mother Hou smiled and nodded, her smile full of kindness and compassion. She replied, "Yes, sir, I'll go right away."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the kitchen with light and decisive steps.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood aside, listening to Fu Yanchen's words, a warm current surged in her heart, like the sunshine that suddenly shone into her heart in winter, warm and comfortable.

She secretly looked up at Fu Yanchen and saw that he was untying his tie gracefully and calmly, his slender fingers moving through the tie as if he was playing a beautiful piece of music.

His profile, illuminated by the light, has clear contours, a high nose bridge, and deep eyes, all exuding a unique charm.

After Fu Yanchen gave his instructions to Mother Hou, he went straight into the bathroom.

There is one annoying drawback to eating hot pot, which is that the rich hot pot smell will stick to your clothes like a stubborn elf and won't go away for a long time.

Fu Yanchen has always been a person who is very sensitive to smells. This smell mixed with various seasonings and ingredients is simply a torture for him.

He walked into the bathroom and closed the door gently. The "click" sound seemed to isolate him from the noise of the outside world and the smell of hot pot.

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the clothes on his body that were "invaded" by the smell of hot pot, his brows slightly frowned, a hint of disgust in his eyes, and then he began to take off his clothes, preparing to take a good shower to completely wash away the annoying smell.

In the bedroom, the soft light was like a layer of gauze, gently covering every corner, but it could not dispel the uneasiness in Xu Xiaoxiao's heart.

She sat quietly on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly due to her movement, making a slight creaking sound.

Her hands unconsciously clutched the bed sheets, her knuckles turning white from the force, her eyes wandering a little, sometimes looking at the dark night sky outside the window, sometimes staring at the faint light and shadow on the floor, her heart was like a little rabbit, up and down.

The scene of mentioning Mo Jinghan outside the bathroom kept replaying in her mind, and regret surged over her like a tide.

She bit her lip and muttered silently in her heart: "I didn't mention Mo Jinghan on purpose, I hope Fu Yanchen won't be angry.

Actually, there's really nothing to be angry about. Mo Jinghan and I are innocent. Nothing has ever happened. We just had some interactions in the past."

But even so, she was still worried that Fu Yanchen would misunderstand her and have a bad impression of her in his heart.

At this moment, the bathroom door was pushed open with a creak, and a gust of hot air with water vapor blew in my face.

Fu Yanchen came out of the shower. He only casually wrapped a bath towel around his waist, revealing his strong and well-shaped chest and arms, with crystal water droplets hanging on them, sparkling charmingly under the light.

His hair was wet, with a few strands sticking to his forehead, adding a touch of sexiness and unruliness.

When Xu Xiaoxiao heard the voice, she subconsciously turned her head. When she saw Fu Yanchen's appearance, her cheeks instantly flushed, like the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to burst through her chest. She quickly looked away, not daring to look at him again, her eyes darting around in panic, as if this could avoid the scene that made her heart beat faster.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she hurriedly picked up the pajamas that were placed beside her and said in a trembling voice, "I...I'm going to take a shower too."

After saying that, he stood up hurriedly and walked towards the bathroom with somewhat messy steps, looking like a frightened deer.

Fu Yanchen,,,,