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

Chapter 1456 Exchange of Secrets

Nan Yifeng frowned, "Nan Yifeng, it's nothing, I just suddenly don't want a child anymore, I think it's meaningless."

Her words fell softly, yet they were as chilling as ice, instantly filling the small carriage with an inexplicable chill.

"No fun? What does that mean?"

Nan Yifeng's face suddenly darkened, as if dark clouds were covering the sun, making the weather uncertain.

He stared at her closely, trying to find a clue in her deep eyes, but he only saw endless emptiness and perfunctoriness.

Nan was slightly stunned, then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile seemed gentle, but it concealed an indescribable alienation.

"Nothing, I just feel that I am still young and haven't had enough fun. With a child, life has more constraints and less freedom."

The words were spoken lightly, but each one was as sharp as a needle, piercing Nan Yifeng's heart.

When Nan Yifeng heard this, he felt mixed emotions. Anger and confusion intertwined into an invisible net that bound him tightly.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging emotions, but it only made the pain in his chest worse.

He didn't say anything else, but silently stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the company.

The scenery along the way passed by quickly outside the car window, but it did not relieve Nan Yifeng's inner irritability at all.

When he arrived opposite their company, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and stopped the car steadily.

Before the car came to a complete stop, Nan Weiwei pushed the door open and walked out without looking back, as if she wanted to escape from this suffocating space.

Looking at Nan Weiwei's departing back, Nan Yifeng closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and all the muscles in his body were tense with anger.

Finally, as the torment in his heart continued to burn like a raging fire, his patience reached its limit.

As if driven by an unstoppable force, he swung his fist and smashed it hard on the steering wheel in front of him.

This punch was as powerful as thunder, carrying all his anger and pain, and hit the hard steering wheel hard.

In an instant, there was a deafening "bang" sound, and the entire carriage seemed to tremble.

The loud noise was like a flash of lightning in the night sky, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.

It was sharp and piercing, as if it was the last cry of a car, and it seemed particularly abrupt and desolate in the hustle and bustle of this busy city.

At this moment, Nan Yifeng seemed to pour out all his dissatisfaction and anger into this punch.

The loud sound of the whistle not only disturbed passers-by, but also stirred up layer of ripples in his heart, making him fall into deep distress.

Nan Yifeng drove the car slowly into the garage. The friction between the wheels and the ground made a slight "rustling" sound, which was particularly clear in this claustrophobic space.

He turned off the engine, and the surroundings instantly fell into silence. Only the faint sound of traffic in the distance reminded him of the hustle and bustle of the city.

He frowned slightly, the doubt in his heart lingering like morning mist.

Nan Weiwei’s abnormal behavior yesterday was like a puzzle, lingering in his mind and making it difficult for him to let it go.

He decided to send a message to Fu Yanchen, asking what happened to Nan Weiwei at Xu Xiaoxiao's house yesterday and why she became a different person after returning.

Just as Nan Yifeng was about to unlock his phone, the screen suddenly lit up.

Then, a message appeared on the screen as fast as lightning.

Nan Yifeng took a closer look and saw the message: "I have a headache now and it's inconvenient for me to go out. Please bring me some breakfast to the hotel where I'm staying. You know the room number."

This sudden message interrupted Nan Yifeng's thoughts. Nan Yifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers gently stroked the screen of the phone, and he felt mixed emotions.

He originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking it over, he decided to give it a try. After a moment of hesitation, he replied with a "OK", then stood up and walked out of the garage.

The morning light shone through the sparse clouds and onto his resolute face, giving him a faint glow.

He walked hurriedly but steadily, as if every step was on the vein of fate, leading him towards the unknown answer.

Walking out of the garage, Nan Yifeng took a deep breath of fresh air, which slightly relieved his slightly depressed mood.

He looked around. The shops on the street had started to get busy, with smoke rising up, blending in with the morning in the city.

He chose a breakfast shop that looked quite clean, quickly ordered a few breakfast items, packed them up, and drove straight to the hotel.

Along the way, his thoughts were like the scenery outside the car window, fast and chaotic.

He wondered what had happened to Nan Weiwei yesterday. All these questions were like a fog, shrouding his mind and making him upset.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the hotel.

Arriving at the hotel entrance, Nan Yifeng stopped, tapped the screen a few times with his fingertips, and sent a concise message: "Breakfast is ready, come down and get it yourself."

He stared at the screen, but after a moment, the message alert sounded, and a slightly coquettish reply came from the other end: "Why are you like this? I told you I have a headache and can't come down. Why don't you come up? I won't do anything to you."

Between the lines, there seems to be a hint of subtle grievance and helplessness.

Nan Yifeng frowned, and the inexplicable irritation in his heart surged up again.

He gritted his teeth. He didn't know what to say anymore. He just carried the heavy breakfast and strode into the hotel lobby.

Inside the hotel, the lights are soft and the music is melodious, which is completely different from the hustle and bustle outside.

Nan Yifeng walked through the bustling crowd of guests and headed straight for the elevator.

His steps were steady but also hurried, as if every step was in tune with the beat in his heart. The elevator door slowly closed and Nan Yifeng pressed the button for the target floor.

As the elevator went up, his mood became more complicated, mixed with a little uneasiness.

Finally, the elevator door opened again, Nan Yifeng stepped out of the elevator and walked along the corridor towards the target room.

His eyes stayed on the room number for a moment, he took a deep breath, and knocked on the door gently.

The moment of waiting seemed to be infinitely stretched.

Nan Yifeng's heartbeat quickened, and he seemed to hear the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears.

Finally, the door opened, and a slightly haggard but still beautiful face came into view. The moment his eyes met Nan Yifeng, a complex emotion flashed across his face.

Nan Yifeng didn't say much, but just gently handed over the breakfast in his hand.

"It won't happen again."

The woman took the breakfast and a smile appeared on her lips, which seemed to contain thousands of words.

Nan Weiwei sat at her desk, glancing towards the door from time to time, the doubts in her heart growing thicker and thicker like morning mist.

It has been an hour and Nan Yifeng has not appeared yet, which makes her a little worried.

Her thoughts raced through her mind, trying to find a reasonable explanation, but she came up empty handed.

Just then, a familiar face suddenly came into her sight, interrupting her thoughts.

"Weiwei, what are you thinking about?"

Niu Mengmeng's voice was clear and pleasant, yet it carried a hint of subtle concern.

Nan Weiwei came back to his senses, forced a smile, shook his head and said, "Nothing, I just feel a little tired."

Her words were light, but they could hardly hide the fatigue and loneliness in her eyes.

When Niu Mengmeng saw this scene, her worries became more intense.

She approached Nan Weiwei, lowered her voice, and asked softly, "Weiwei, look at yourself. The dark circles under your eyes are almost as big as a panda's! They're also swollen. Weiwei, did you cry last night?"

"Did you have insomnia last night? Look at the dark circles under your eyes. You look even darker than a panda! Didn't sleep all night? Is it because Mr. Xiaonan went shopping with his fiancée that you are so sad?"

Nan Weiwei,,,,

"I see that you have something wrong! You...you are not really in love with Mr. Xiaonan, are you? Oh my, this is really big news! Why didn't I see it before? How come you like him?"

Nan Weiwei,,,,

"I just don't understand, what's so good about him? He's just a boss with some money, good-looking. Why do you keep thinking about him so much? And you're crying..."

Although her words were gentle, each one was like a needle, piercing the softest part of Nan Weiwei's heart.

"Don't you guys say he's your male god? It wouldn't be strange if I really fell in love with him." Nan Weiwei said.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'll feel bad for him. I'm very free and easy, unlike you..." Niu Mengmeng said.

Nan Weiwei's heart trembled when she heard this. She quickly denied it, "Mengmeng, don't talk nonsense. You are the only one who talks too much. What are you thinking about? Hurry up and work on your design plan, otherwise when the supervisor comes, you and I will be screwed."

She tried to use this sentence to change the subject and cover up her inner confusion and anxiety.

However, Niu Mengmeng didn't seem to intend to let her go.

Niu Mengmeng curled her lips slightly, revealing a hint of disdain, and then said: "The plan has been prepared a long time ago. I just asked casually because I saw that you were heartbroken. I have a suggestion. How about we play a little game?"

Nan Weiwei... "What game?"

Niu Mengmeng's eyes flickered with gloating, and she continued, "How about this... tell each other a secret, and then exchange them, so that we can get to know each other better! What do you think of this idea?"

Nan Weiwei,,, she doesn't want to talk now,,,

Niu Mengmeng didn't care and started talking about her own things.

"Weiwei, let me tell you, my boyfriend cheated on me half a year ago. Guess who he cheated on me with?"

"Who, the fair, rich and beautiful one?" Nan Weiwei no longer looked sad, and there was gossip in her eyes.

"How is this possible? If he liked fair, rich and beautiful girls, I might feel better. But he's actually with my best friend!"

"You know, my bestie and I grew up together! When we were little, we slept together and ate together. We had such a close relationship! But now, the two of them are together. How can I accept this?"

"During that time, I was in so much pain that I felt like my heart was torn into countless pieces. I cried every day, and it was like I had lost my soul and was living like a walking corpse. The pain was like someone was cutting my heart with a knife, making it almost impossible for me to breathe."

"It took me a whole month to slowly recover from this heart-wrenching pain. But even so, every time I think of the picture of the two of them together, an indescribable pain will still surge in my heart."

And let me tell you, my boyfriend also works in this company, in the same department, and we see each other all the time. Later, the boss found out and transferred us away.”

There was a hint of bitterness and relief in Niu Mengmeng's words, as if she was using her own experience to comfort Nan Weiwei, and also seeking resonance and understanding.

Nan Weiwei was shocked when she heard this.

She didn't expect Niu Mengmeng to have such a tortuous emotional experience, and she didn't expect that her boyfriend was also in this company.

She looked at Niu Mengmeng's face, which seemed strong yet fragile, and felt an inexplicable sympathy and resonance in her heart.

"Mengmeng, I..."

Nan Weiwei was hesitant to speak. She didn't know how to express her feelings, and even less how to comfort Niu Mengmeng.

She knows that everyone's emotional experience is unique and cannot be simply summarized or comforted by words.

Niu Mengmeng didn't seem to care about her hesitation. She just patted her shoulder gently and said with a smile:

"Okay, Weiwei, don't think too much. We are all adults and we should handle our own affairs. Besides, I believe you are much stronger than me. No matter what happens, we will face it together and get through it together."

Nan Weiwei felt a warm feeling in her heart as she listened to Niu Mengmeng's words.

She looked at Niu Mengmeng gratefully, nodded and said, "Thank you, Mengmeng. I really feel warm to have a friend like you around me."

However, Nan Weiwei turned around, her eyes burning with anger, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Damn, these men are so bad, aren't they? They are simply the worst of the scumbags! Which department is your ex-boyfriend in now? I want to see what kind of person he is!"

Her anger was like a ignited flame, burning fiercely, as if she wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction and indignation in her heart.

Niu Mengmeng looked at her indignant look and couldn't help laughing secretly in her heart, but she shrugged her shoulders pretending to be relaxed: "It doesn't matter, hehe, as long as you are happy, don't worry about him. I heard that he is not doing well now. My best friend is asking him for a car, a house, hardware, and a betrothal gift of 500,000 yuan, otherwise she won't marry him. Let him regret it!"

After hearing this, Nan Weiwei's anger subsided a little, but the expression on her face still couldn't hide her contempt for the scumbag.

She patted Niu Mengmeng on the shoulder, her tone comforting and encouraging: "Mengmeng, you did the right thing! That kind of scumbag is not worth your sadness. What you need to do now is to love yourself well and wait for someone who is truly worthy of your lifelong trust to appear."

Niu Mengmeng smiled and nodded, with a determined light in her eyes: "Yes, I know. I have walked out of that shadow, and now I just want to work hard and improve myself. As for men, just go with the flow."

"Meng Meng,,,"