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

Chapter 1402: Perfunctory

"Take them out to play?"

Fu Yanchen's voice was low and magnetic, but it concealed the unquestionable ruthlessness of the past. His eyes were like a deep cold pool, flashing with a heart-pounding light.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, sprinkling on his face in patches, but it could not illuminate his cold heart.

Xu Xiaoxiao sat on the bed opposite him, her hands unconsciously folded together, her eyes flickering like the farthest stars in the night sky, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Her heart was beating like a drum, and every beat seemed to remind her of the judgment she was about to face.

"Yeah!" She responded softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito, but it was clearly heard by Fu Yanchen.

Fu Yanchen's lips curled up into a sneer, which contained too much complexity and depth, as if it was a thorough insight into human nature.

"Xiaoxiao, you..."

He paused, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination, "Are you taking them with you to secretly leave me?"

His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if they could penetrate all disguises and reach the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

Xu Xiaoxiao's heart sank suddenly. She knew that the lie she had carefully woven had become fragile at this moment.

She tried to hide her inner panic with a smile, but her smile was uglier than crying.

"Xiaoxiao, don't lie."

Fu Yanchen's voice softened a bit, but with irresistible power, "I can tell at a glance."

He could tell what the girl he raised was thinking at a glance. This girl promised to come back, but her heart had already flown away to another place.

Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes dimmed. She understood that she could never hide anything in front of Fu Yanchen.

She took a deep breath, as if to gather all her courage into this moment.

"Yes, that's right." She finally admitted, with a hint of determination and helplessness in her voice.

Fu Yanchen's body seemed to be hit violently by an invisible force and was shaking slightly.

Although he had expected her to have such thoughts, when he heard her admit it with his own ears, the naked reality was like a sharp sword that pierced his heart mercilessly, bringing a burst of pain.

The relationship between them cannot be easily severed by a simple breakup.

This is not just an emotional entanglement between two people, but also a deeply intertwined journey of life.

The time they spent together and the ups and downs they experienced were like fine silk threads that tightly entangled them and made it impossible to break free.

Saying break up is just a verbal decision, but actually erasing each other from life is an extremely difficult thing.

Their story cannot be simply concluded with the word "even".

Every memory, every quarrel, every smile and tear are deeply engraved in each other's souls, becoming an indelible mark.

And now, her admission was like pouring salt on the wound, making the pain even more intense.

Fu Yanchen felt his heartache surge like a tide, almost drowning him.

He could tolerate being free and at ease for four years, but this was already the limit in his mind.

Now, she was thinking about how to escape from his world and pursue what she called freedom.

He silently endured her departure, the pain in his heart felt like it was being torn apart.

He didn't know how long he could hold on, maybe he would collapse in the next moment.

And she seemed to be completely unaware of his feelings. She only wanted to get rid of his restraints and embrace the so-called freedom.

There is only herself in her heart, no place for him.

He couldn't help wondering, did she really understand the meaning of freedom? Was freedom just going to leave him like this without caring about anything? He didn't understand why she was so determined and didn't even want to give him a chance to explain.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn and depressing. The wind outside the window seemed to have stopped blowing, and everything fell into dead silence.

Fu Yanchen's eyes were fixed on Xu Xiaoxiao's face, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance deeply into his heart, and as if he was looking for a glimmer of hope for redemption.

All he saw was determination and resolve, as well as unspeakable pain.

The complex emotions in his heart were like waves in a strong wind, surging endlessly, and every rise and fall brought with it excruciating pain.

Fu Yanchen raised his hand, and his fingertips gently brushed across his neck. The exquisite tie seemed to carry his irritability and helplessness at the moment. He threw it casually, and it drew an arc and finally fell weakly on the cold ground.

At this moment, he seemed to be pushed suddenly by a powerful force, as if driven by some irresistible force. His hand stretched out like lightning and tightly grasped Xu Xiaoxiao's arm.

The force of this grab was so great that Xu Xiaoxiao had no time to react and her body was involuntarily pulled in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two suddenly shortened, so close that they could clearly feel each other's breathing.

1 Fu Yanchen's eyes were like burning torches, staring straight at Xu Xiaoxiao. His fiery eyes seemed to penetrate her body and see through every corner of her heart. Xu Xiaoxiao was startled, "Fu... Fu Yanchen, what do you want to do? Are you going to hit me? Hit me if you can."

Fu Yanchen smiled bitterly. How could he bear to hit her now? Not to mention hitting her, he couldn't even bear to touch her finger. "Xiaoxiao, is your heart made of stone?"

His voice seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, low and hoarse, as if every word was squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat that was eroded by pain and despair.

"why?"

His words revealed endless confusion and sadness, "Xiaoxiao, why can't I warm your cold heart no matter how hard I try? I used to think that I was cold-blooded enough and could remain indifferent and alienated to everything in the world. However, now I realize that compared with you, I am nothing. It is true that the disciple is better than the master... You... are even more cold and ruthless than me."

He stared at her, the pain in his eyes surging like a tide, "Xiaoxiao, our feelings for so many years, is it really so insignificant to you? You said you don't want me, so you don't want me... How can you be so carefree and so heartless? Is your heart really made of iron and stone?"

His voice gradually became low, and finally turned into a murmur, "You are so carefree, it really makes people feel distressed..."

There was anger, desolation, and a hint of indescribable sadness in his eyes.

Fu Yanchen stared at Xu Xiaoxiao closely, as if he wanted to engrave every inch of her skin and every expression on her face deeply into his heart.

"Xiaoxiao, you... touch your heart and ask yourself, do you... dare to swear to heaven... that you have no feelings for me?"

There was a hint of provocation and expectation in his tone, as if as long as Xu Xiaoxiao gave a negative answer, he would find a reason to continue, "Look at me! Xiaoxiao, tell me, you... really don't have any attachment to me? Not even a trace of emotion, when it's clear that we... have feelings for each other..."

Xu Xiaoxiao was overwhelmed by Fu Yanchen's momentum and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

She raised her head, and her eyes finally met Fu Yanchen's. The eyes that were once full of tenderness and dependence were now filled with complicated emotions.

She wanted to speak, but found that her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't utter a word.

In the room, the air seemed to freeze, with only the sounds of the two people's breathing and heartbeats echoing.

A trace of pain flashed in Fu Yanchen's eyes, but he still waited stubbornly, waiting for Xu Xiaoxiao's answer, even if the answer would push him into a deeper abyss.

Xu Xiaoxiao was frightened by Fu Yanchen's ferocious aura and turned pale. She instinctively wanted to break free from his restraints, her voice filled with panic and helplessness: "Fu Yanchen, what... are you going to do? If you force me, I will... I will call for help!"

Fu Yanchen seemed to not care about her threat at all. He sneered at the corner of his lips, which contained some teasing and ridicule:

"Xiaoxiao, you are still so naive. Go ahead and scream. This is the Fu family, and you are Mrs. Fu. We are having something happen in the bedroom. Do you think it will be useful if you scream? Will they come to disturb us? Or do you think they will believe you instead of me, the head of the Fu family? Besides, I didn't tie her up and beat her up. I... I am just exercising my rights as a man..."

When Xu Xiaoxiao heard this, her heart sank suddenly. Only then did she realize her current position and situation.

She stared at Fu Yanchen with wide eyes, this big-tailed wolf.

"Then... I'll go complain to grandma."

Xu Xiaoxiao said this angrily, with a hint of reluctance and stubbornness in her voice.

However, as soon as she finished her words, she was met with Fu Yanchen's even more sarcastic smile.

"Grandma, just smile... and grandma won't help you at all."

Fu Yanchen laughed, with a hint of pride and confidence in his voice, "She... now she's hoping that we two will give her another grandson or granddaughter. Do you think she will stand on your side and oppose what's going on between us?"

When Xu Xiaoxiao heard this, her heart was shocked again.

She looked at Fu Yanchen's determined and confident eyes, and an unprecedented sense of powerlessness surged in her heart.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to have no power to rely on in this family.

She lowered her eyes slightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil, then raised her head again and looked at Fu Yanchen, her voice firm and resolute: "Fu Yanchen, is it interesting for you to do this? We can't go back to the past. Why don't you let me go and find the happiness you really want?"

When Fu Yanchen heard this, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

However, he soon returned to his usual indifference and determination. He held Xu Xiaoxiao's wrist tightly, as if he wanted to lock her tightly by his side: "Happiness? What is happiness? Having you by my side is my real happiness. I will not let you go, never."

"Fu Yanchen..."

Xu Xiaoxiao's voice seemed to have been drained of all its strength. It sounded weak and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue and helplessness.

She shook her head slightly, her movements as gentle as a flower swaying in the wind, which made people feel pity for her.

Her eyes revealed a deep pleading, a desire for liberation and a longing for peace.

Her eyes fell on Fu Yanchen, as if begging him to understand her feelings and let her go.

"Fu Yanchen, I've been busy all day. I'm really tired now. I don't want to talk to you so much..."

Her words were intermittent, as if she was suffocating under an invisible pressure.

Every word seemed so heavy, as if carrying all the pain and helplessness in her heart.

"Now... can you let me go first?" Her voice rose slightly, with a hint of urgency.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she wanted to break free from Fu Yanchen's restraints, but she seemed a little powerless.

"I'm back and living here, is this not okay?" There was a hint of compromise and submission in her tone, as if she had given up resistance and could only choose to obey.

However, Fu Yanchen just looked at her quietly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

It was an indescribable feeling, a mixture of heartache for Xu Xiaoxiao, as well as dissatisfaction and disappointment with her.

He whispered, "Xiaoxiao, do you think I can stop lying to others? Xiaoxiao, I love you and I can't live without you."

After saying that, he pushed Xu Xiaoxiao down on the bed without saying a word, his actions were forceful and irresistible.

Xu Xiaoxiao widened her eyes in horror. She tried to struggle, but found that she could not shake Fu Yanchen at all.

"Fu Yanchen, don't do this!"

Xu Xiaoxiao's voice was a little tearful. She looked at him helplessly, her eyes full of despair and pleading, "How can you go back on your word? I promised you that I would come back and stay here. I just wanted to take the kids and grandma out to play for a while. Why did you do this to me?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She bit her lower lip tightly, as if to endure the pain and humiliation in her heart.

Fu Yanchen looked at her, feeling an inexplicable irritation and uneasiness in his heart. He knew that what he did was wrong, but he could not control his impulse and anger.

However, at this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a childish voice came: "Dad, Mom, what are you doing?"

Fu Yanchen was stunned. He turned around and saw his son standing at the door, his big eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

Xu Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to break free from his restraints. She quickly sat up, wiped away her tears, and tried to make her voice sound calm: "It's nothing, baby, Mommy is just talking to Daddy about something."

Fu Yanchen also came back to his senses. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Then he walked to his son and picked him up. "It's okay, son. Daddy is just talking to mom about some adult things. Go play, we'll be there in a while."

The son nodded, not quite understanding, and then turned and left. Fu Yanchen looked at his back, with a complex emotion in his heart.