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

Chapter 1492 Settlement of Accounts

Niu Mengmeng and Xiaomei were still feeling sad for Nan Weiwei. When they heard what Nan Weiwei said, they froze in place as if they were under a spell. Their eyes were as big as copper bells, their mouths were open enough to fit an egg, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Niu Mengmeng was the first to react. She grabbed Nan Weiwei's arm with such force that she almost left a mark on her arm. Her voice became a little sharp because of excitement.

"What? Chen Lulu is the lover of President Xiaonan's father? This, this, this... this is too ridiculous! Then how dare she be so arrogant and ask us for the villa just now? Where did she get the confidence from? Isn't President Xiaonan's father also your father?"

"No, Yi Feng is the adopted son of the Nan family, and his father is someone else.

Niu Mengmeng???

Xiaomei also came back to her senses. She reached out and gently patted her chest, as if this could dispel the shock she had just experienced. She kept muttering, "Oh my God, this relationship is too complicated. That Mr. Xiaonan just said he was going back to his mother's place. Is he going to deal with this matter?"

Nan Weiwei looked at the two people's exaggerated expressions and couldn't help but burst out laughing. She gently shook off Niu Mengmeng's hand, sat on the chair, picked up the water cup on the table and took a sip, then spoke slowly.

"He's probably gone to deal with this matter. I don't know what his father was thinking. Why would he choose someone so clueless? Chen Lulu thinks she can do whatever she wants just because she's hooked up with my father-in-law. She even comes to show off to me without even realizing her own worth."

Niu Mengmeng still couldn't believe it. She leaned closer to Nan Weiwei and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Nan wouldn't be angry with you because of this, right? After all, it's his father's business. If it gets out, it won't be good for his father's reputation."

Nan Weiwei raised his eyebrows, his eyes revealing a hint of confidence and determination: "He won't do that. He knows whose fault this is, and he has always kept public and private affairs separate. Besides, I didn't have much to do with it. I just couldn't stand Chen Lulu's arrogance and took action. If he really took it out on me because of this, then he is not the Nan Yifeng I know."

Xiaomei nodded and agreed, "That's right, Xiaonan loves Weiwei so much, he definitely wouldn't blame her. But Chen Lulu is really something, being a mistress and acting so confidently, unafraid of retribution."

Niu Mengmeng also cursed, "That's right, this kind of woman deserves to be punished. Today we have taught her a lesson, let's see if she dares to be so arrogant in the future."

As the three were talking, they suddenly heard a light discussion coming from the side. It turned out that other guests in the restaurant were also whispering about the noise that had just come from the bathroom.

Nan Weiwei and the other two looked at each other and saw a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes. It seems that there is really no way to hide things in this restaurant.

But they didn't care too much. After all, this matter had nothing to do with them. Now they were just waiting to see how Nan Yifeng would deal with Chen Lulu.

Nan Weiwei remembered something, frowned, and his eyes were full of worry.

Her originally pink lips were now tightly pursed, as if this could suppress the uneasiness in her heart.

At this moment, Nan Yifeng's angular yet stubborn face kept appearing in her mind.

Although Nan Yifeng has a stable temperament, he may not be calm in this matter. When he goes back to face his father this time, Nan Weiwei is really worried that he will not be able to control his temper.

After all, the conflict between father and son has been going on for a long time. Every time they meet, it is like a collision between Mars and the Earth, and a fierce quarrel will be triggered if they are not careful.

Thinking of this, Nan Weiwei felt a panic in her heart, as if a group of headless flies were running around in her heart.

She could no longer care about anything else, turned around hurriedly, her steps so quick that she staggered a little, rushed to the table in a few steps, and grabbed the phone.

The phone trembled slightly in her hand, as if it could sense her inner tension.

Her fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, each word filled with her worry and anxiety: "Yi Feng, when you go to your mother's place and see your father... calm down, don't act rashly, you must hold it in and think about your mother, okay?"

After sending the message, she held the phone tightly, her eyes fixed on the screen, as if this would allow her to get Nan Yifeng's response immediately.

At this time, Nan Yifeng was sitting alone in the car, and everything around him seemed so depressing.

The shadows on the basement walls distorted under the flickering light, like a group of monsters with bared fangs and claws.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes showed an irritation that was hard to conceal.

The unpleasant conversation with his father these past few days kept echoing in his mind. If his mother knew about this, would his condition get worse? Thinking of his mother, his heart felt like it was being pierced by needles.

Just when he was feeling annoyed, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly lit up. It was a message from Nan Weiwei.

He was slightly startled, and then a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He slowly picked up the phone and looked at the words on the screen that were filled with panic and worry. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly, and his originally tense face gradually relaxed.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then tapped a few words on the screen: "Don't worry,"

After sending the message, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes slightly, and the worried look of Nan Weiwei emerged in his mind. He secretly decided in his heart that this time he must handle the matter between him and his father calmly and not let her worry about him anymore.

She stood there, her body as if shrouded in an invisible layer of worry, and she did not move at all for a long time.

Although she received Nan Yifeng's reply, she still felt like there was a heavy rock hanging in her heart, with no sign of it falling to the ground.

His eyes were full of confusion and anxiety, and his originally bright eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of haze.

She bit her lower lip slightly, so hard that it almost drew blood, and her pearly teeth left a faint mark on her pink lips.

All kinds of terrible scenes kept flashing through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

She could almost clearly imagine the tense scene after Nan Yifeng returned.

Nan Yifeng is a hot-blooded person who cannot tolerate any sand in his eyes, and his father has always been strong and stubborn. Once the two of them have a dispute, the scene will be like sparks hitting dry wood, and a raging fire will ignite in an instant.

What made her even more worried was Nan Yifeng's mother.

Although Nan Yifeng's parents have been separated for more than 20 years, they have never divorced. This marriage in name only is like a fragile silk thread that will break if pulled by the slightest external force.

Nan Weiwei seemed to have already seen how Nan Yifeng's mother's already thin body would tremble violently when she learned about this, how her face, which was full of wrinkles from time, would turn red with anger, how her eyes would widen, how she would be unable to breathe, and would fall straight back.

Thinking of this, Nan Weiwei felt a chill running up from the soles of her feet and spreading throughout her body in an instant, making her shiver uncontrollably.

She subconsciously hugged her arms tightly, as if this could give her some warmth and strength.

"No, I can't just wait like this." Nan Weiwei murmured to herself, with a hint of trembling and determination in her voice.

She picked up the phone again, her fingers hesitated on the screen for a long time, and finally dialed Nan Yifeng's number.

There was a "beep" waiting tone from the other end of the phone, and each tone seemed to knock on her heart, making her heart beat faster and faster.

She held the phone tightly, her eyes fixed on the screen, as if she could see Nan Yifeng's expression and situation through the phone line.

The air in the room seemed to become stagnant because of this worry, and the lights cast the figures of several people into a hazy shadow.

Niu Mengmeng and Xiaomei were standing not far from Nan Weiwei. Naturally, they could keenly sense the strong and inextricable worry lingering around Nan Weiwei.

Niu Mengmeng frowned slightly, her bright eyes full of concern.

She moved gently, approached Nan Weiwei, reached out her hand and gently placed it on Nan Weiwei's shoulder, trying to give her some comfort.

Her voice was gentle yet filled with undeniable determination as she slowly spoke, "Weiwei, if... you're really worried, why not go and take a look? After all, you're in so much pain right now. Going to see the situation with your own eyes might put your mind at ease."

When Nan Weiwei heard this, her already furrowed brows deepened, like two insurmountable mountains.

She raised her head slightly, with a hint of hesitation and helplessness in her eyes, and slowly shook her head.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if there were thousands of words stuck in her throat, but she didn't know where to start.

After a long while, she sighed softly, her voice filled with bitterness and helplessness, and said, "No, this is their family affair. Nan Yifeng's mother and I haven't met each other yet. If I go there rashly like this, she... will be embarrassed."

Her eyes revealed a deep concern, as if there was an invisible barrier in front of her, making her dare not take that step easily.

Xiaomei was standing aside, twisting the corners of her clothes tightly with her hands, her face full of worry.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Weiwei, but it's not a good idea to keep worrying like this. What if something really happens..."

Before she finished speaking, she realized that her words were inappropriate and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

After hearing what Xiaomei said, Nan Weiwei felt the worry in her heart surge like a tide.

Her eyes became somewhat empty, as if she was lost in endless contemplation.

She knew that Xiaomei was right, but she really didn't want to put Nan Yifeng's mother in a more embarrassing situation because of her appearance.

After all, at this sensitive moment, her appearance may be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

There was a brief silence for a moment. Nan Weiwei stood there, looking a little thin and lonely. Her heart was like a fierce storm, with all kinds of thoughts constantly colliding and intertwining, making her not know how to make a decision for a moment.

Nan Yifeng returned to his parents' home in a hurry but with a heavy heart.

This old house carries too many memories for him, including his childhood laughter and countless quarrels between his parents.

As soon as he entered the house, a familiar yet slightly old-fashioned atmosphere hit him in the face, as if an invisible hand was gently plucking the sensitive string deep in his heart.

He didn't bother to greet the other servants in the house. He glanced around the living room anxiously. After making sure that his mother was not downstairs, he ran straight towards the study upstairs.

His footsteps made a "dong dong" sound on the wooden stairs, which seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet house.

The door of the study was half-open, letting in a faint light.

Nan Yifeng stood at the door, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

His eyes revealed a complex emotion, including worry about his mother and anger at facing his father.

My mother's condition has improved significantly, and the doctor has repeatedly told her to rest more.

Nan Yifeng felt sorry for his mother, so he chose to come back during her nap time just because he didn't want to disturb her.

He gently pushed open the door of the study, and a faint scent of ink wafted in his face.

The study is decorated in a simple and elegant style. The bookshelves are filled with various books, and there are several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Under the dim light, it exudes a charm that has been accumulated over the years.

My father was sitting at his desk, wearing reading glasses and looking at a document intently.

Hearing the door open, he slowly raised his head and saw Nan Yifeng looking at him with sharp eyes.

There was majesty in her eyes, as well as complex emotions about his return.

When the father and son's eyes met, Nan's father couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He subconsciously straightened his back and opened his mouth, but didn't know how to start.

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became solemn, as if a storm was about to come.

"Yi Feng, why did you come back so suddenly? Why didn't Weiwei come back with you?"

Nan Yifeng stood there, his figure tall and straight but revealing a suppressed anger.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if they were about to explode at any second.

He stared intently at the man in front of him, the man he called his father.

The image of a father should be that of a man of integrity and uprightness. However, his own father... abandoned them when he was young, and now...

"Chen Lulu came to Weiwei and asked to buy a villa."

Nan Yifeng gritted his teeth and spoke word by word. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

Nan Yifeng's eyes widened, staring intently at his father, and he said word by word, "I'm telling you, I won't give it to her! I don't have the time to help you clean up that mess! Deal with your romantic past yourself, don't involve our family. If it weren't for Mom and the Nan family, I would have been rude to you and that woman long ago! I'd kick you out of the imperial capital."

Nan Yifeng's voice trembled with anger, and the rage in his heart seemed to be about to burst out.

His voice grew louder and louder, until it was almost a roar, echoing in the silent study, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

When he heard Chen Lulu's name, Father Nan froze as if he was struck by lightning.

A trace of panic and shock flashed in his eyes, and his originally upright posture swayed slightly, as if a gust of wind had suddenly hit him, making him somewhat unsteady on his feet.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was momentarily speechless. He just murmured, "What? She...she Weiwei? What does she want to do?"

There was a slight tremor in his voice, and his originally dignified expression now became a little flustered, as if a long-hidden scar had been suddenly uncovered, causing him pain and embarrassment.

Father Nan's hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His eyes began to wander, and he didn't dare to meet Nan Yifeng's eyes filled with anger and questioning.

He slowly sat back in his chair, as if he had lost all his strength, and fell into deep thought. The atmosphere in the study became increasingly depressing and tense.

Finally he spoke...