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

Chapter 1653 Going their separate ways

Nan Weiwei was sitting on the sofa in the living room, chatting softly with Nan Yifeng's mother, occasionally letting out a few cheerful laughs, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Nan Yifeng's mother leaned back on the soft cushions, a happy smile on her face. Although she still felt some discomfort from her injuries, she seemed to be in good spirits.

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence.

Nan Yifeng's father stood up. He was wearing a simple yet elegant shirt with a dark suit jacket over it. Although he looked a little tired from his journey, his eyes still revealed his composure and competence.

He walked steadily toward the door and opened it.

The moment the door opened, Nan Weiwei's gaze followed the direction of the door, and she was instantly stunned.

Standing at the door was none other than Nan Yifeng. No matter what they said or how they tried to persuade him, he refused to come back. Every time, Nan Weiwei had to pull him back, and he would only come back to see his mother.

Nan Weiwei remembered clearly how everyone had tried to persuade him before, but he remained adamant, as if there was nothing left for him to cherish in this family.

But now, he has appeared here. After all, his own mother was injured, and he couldn't let go of his worries, which is why he was willing to come back.

He was wearing loose casual clothes, his hair was a little messy, and his face showed a hint of fatigue and guilt, but his eyes revealed determination and concern.

When Nan Yifeng's father saw him, he was taken aback at first, then a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he said, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back, come in quickly."

Nan Yifeng nodded and silently walked into the house. His gaze swept around the room, finally landing on his mother. He quickened his pace involuntarily, walked to his mother's side, and said softly, "Mom, I'm back."

When Nan Yifeng's mother saw her son return, her eyes glistened with tears of excitement. She reached out and took his hand, saying, "It's good that you're back. Mom is fine, don't worry."

Nan Yifeng's father was attending an important exchange meeting out of town when he learned of his wife's injury. He was extremely anxious and immediately dropped everything to rush back home.

Nan Weiwei was very gratified. After all, blood is thicker than water. One of the father and son had traveled a long and arduous journey from a distant place to return home, while the other had finally embarked on his journey home.

At this moment, an indescribable tacit understanding seemed to flow between them—they both wanted to give Nan Yifeng's mother the best.

Nan Yifeng's father was busy preparing some nutritious meals in the kitchen. He tied on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen. The sounds of chopping vegetables and stir-frying vegetables intertwined, like a warm symphony of life.

Soon, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Nan Weiwei sat beside her mother, chatting with her and telling her interesting stories that happened outside, making her mother laugh heartily.

After a while, Nan Yifeng's father came over with a steaming bowl of soup and carefully placed it in front of his mother, saying, "Wife, drink some soup first to nourish your body." Then, he gently sat down next to his mother, stretched out his hands, and began to massage his wife's legs.

His hands moved as lightly as butterflies, sometimes stroking, sometimes kneading, sometimes tapping, each movement precise and accurate; his strength was also perfectly controlled, as if he could see through the meridians and acupoints of the human body.

At the same time, he gently asked, "My dear wife, are you feeling better now? Has my technique improved?" Faced with such a considerate husband, Nan Yifeng's mother couldn't help but smile and said happily, "Oh, it's so comfortable! Your massage skills are getting more and more exquisite, even better than professional technicians!"

Nan Weiwei sat to the side, watching this heartwarming scene, and a strange sense of embarrassment suddenly welled up in her heart.

She stood there quietly, her gaze drifting across the faces before her, each one radiating happiness and joy.

They laughed or whispered, but without exception, they were all surrounded by deep family affection, as if the whole world consisted only of each other.

She, like a lonely shooting star, quietly streaked across the warm night sky without attracting anyone's attention.

At that moment, an indescribable sense of loss welled up in her heart.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself: "Perhaps my true self is just a superfluous existence..."

This feeling grew stronger and stronger, making her almost want to escape from this place.

She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting around, unsure where to look.

Nan Yifeng's father went back to the kitchen to keep busy.

Nan Wei coughed softly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, and said, "Auntie, you should rest first. I... I'll go see if Uncle needs any help." After saying that, she stood up and hurriedly went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Nan Yifeng's father was busy stir-frying the vegetables in the pot. When he saw Nan Weiwei come in, he smiled and said, "Weiwei, you don't need to help. You can go to the living room and chat with them. What happened last time was my fault. Come to our house more often in the future."

Nan Weiwei quickly said, "Uncle, it's alright, I'll help you." As she spoke, she picked up the vegetables next to her and began to wash them.

Although she was still a little embarrassed, she could only cover up her discomfort by helping out.

Nan Weiwei was eventually kicked out of the kitchen by Nan Yifeng's father.

At that moment, she was standing by the sink, trying her best to help Nan Yifeng's father wash the oil-stained dishes, but unfortunately, she rarely did housework at home, so her movements were clumsy and unfamiliar.

Seeing her flustered appearance, Nan Yifeng's father felt both sorry for her and amused. He quickly came over, gently patted her shoulder, and said, "Weiwei, you have such delicate skin, how can you do such rough work? Go sit down in the living room and rest, chat with your aunt. I can handle things here."

Nan Weiwei wanted to persist a little longer, but Nan Yifeng's father was very firm and pushed her out of the kitchen without saying a word.

Nan Wei smiled helplessly and had no choice but to turn around and go back to the living room.

In the living room, Nan Yifeng's mother was leaning back on the soft sofa, watching a heartwarming family drama on TV, a contented smile on her face.

Seeing Nan Weiwei come over, she patted the seat next to her warmly and said, "Weiwei, come sit here and watch TV with Auntie for a while."

Nan Wei responded and quickly walked over to sit down next to Nan Yifeng's mother.

Just then, a slight noise was heard. It turned out that Nan Yifeng's father had poked half his head out of the kitchen and was shouting at Nan Yifeng, who was sitting on the living room sofa, "Yifeng! Go get Weiwei a glass of juice!"

This shout was as clear and melodious as a nightingale's song, and as powerful and resounding as a great bell.

The sound seemed to possess some kind of magic, echoing endlessly in the spacious, bright, and elegantly furnished living room...

A moment later, Nan Yifeng came out with a drink.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and blue jeans, looking fresh and handsome, but his face was expressionless and his eyes were somewhat indifferent.

He walked straight up to Nan Weiwei without even looking at her, as if he had completed a task, and slammed the juice down on the coffee table in front of her. A few drops of juice spilled from the glass, leaving a small water stain on the coffee table.

Immediately afterwards, his face turned ashen, his eyes icy cold, as if they could freeze the air around him. He casually tossed out a sentence: "I have something to take care of. I'm leaving. Mom, call me if you're not feeling well."

Before he finished speaking, he turned around without hesitation, his movements swift and decisive, as if he didn't want to linger there for even a moment longer.

Nan Weiwei felt a little disappointed when she saw his indifferent expression.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

Just then, Nan Yifeng's mother, who had been sitting next to him, couldn't stand it anymore.

She glared at Nan Yifeng, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction and reproach, and said, "Yifeng, what's wrong? Can't you even have a meal with me?"

"Mom, I really have something to do, at work..."

"Bullshit, I've already asked Yunxi about the situation. There's nothing important at the company!"

Nan Yifeng... how could he forget that the two of them are good friends?

"And you, you, didn't you notice anything different when you came in?"

"what?"

"Weiwei didn't drive here today. After we finish eating, could you give her a ride? Oh dear, how can you be so inconsiderate! Weiwei came all this way to visit me. It would be so unreasonable to let her go back alone! What if she runs into a snatch-and-grab thief again?"

Although Nan Yifeng's mother's voice was not loud, it was full of authority, forcing Nan Yifeng to stop in his tracks.

Nan Yifeng sighed deeply, slowly turned around, his handsome and resolute face still expressionless, as if shrouded in an invisible veil.

His deep, pool-like eyes first gazed at Nan Weiwei before him, revealing a hint of tenderness and doting in them.

Then, his gaze shifted to his mother standing to the side, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

After a moment of silence, Nan Yifeng finally spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness and reluctance: "Fine, since that's the case, I'll stay and have my meal before I leave..."

After saying that, he walked to a chair and sat down, picked up his phone, and started fiddling with it, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Nan Weiwei looked at him like this and felt a little helpless, but she didn't know what to say.

She picked up the juice from the coffee table, took a small sip, and the sweetness of the juice spread in her mouth, but a bitter feeling welled up inside her.

She glanced at Nan Yifeng furtively and found that he was still focused on his phone, not even giving her a second glance.

She sighed softly and turned her gaze to the television screen, trying to distract herself with the programs on TV, but her thoughts had already drifted far away...

Nan Wei found the meal rather unappetizing.

At the dinner table, Nan Yifeng's parents were all smiles, their smiles as bright as flowers blooming in spring, their eyes full of love and care for Nan Weiwei.

Nan Yifeng's father was wearing a loose-fitting home shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. He warmly urged Nan Weiwei to eat more, while constantly using his chopsticks to pick up various dishes and steadily place them into the bowl in front of Nan Weiwei, saying, "Weiwei, I made these dishes with great care. Eat more. Look how thin you are, you need to eat more."

Nan Yifeng's mother was not to be outdone. She wore an elegant cheongsam, her hair neatly pinned up, exuding a gentle and graceful temperament.

She smiled, picked up the serving chopsticks, took a piece of bright red braised pork, and gently placed it in Nan Weiwei's bowl, saying, "Weiwei, this braised pork is your uncle's specialty. It's fatty but not greasy, and melts in your mouth. Try it and see if you like it." In no time, Nan Weiwei's bowl was piled high like a small mountain, filled with a dazzling array of dishes.

Nan Wei would occasionally steal glances at Nan Yifeng sitting opposite her. He was eating mechanically with his head down, his face expressionless, as if the lively atmosphere at the table had nothing to do with him.

Occasionally, his gaze would meet Nan Weiwei's, but he would simply look away indifferently, which made Nan Weiwei feel a pang of disappointment. She already had little appetite, and now she couldn't eat anything at all.

Nan Yifeng's parents, on the other hand, were very happy. They looked at Nan Weiwei as if she were their most beloved child, constantly asking her if her work was going well and if she was living a good life. They also earnestly reminded her to take care of her health.

Nan Wei forced herself to cheer up and responded to their concern one by one, managing a smile on her face, but her heart was full of bitterness.

Finally, the long dinner came to an end.

As they were leaving, Nan Yifeng's mother took Nan Weiwei's hand and led her to a corner of the living room where several exquisite bags were placed.

Nan Yifeng's mother opened one of the bags and took out some exquisitely packaged imported fruits, including bright red cherries, golden mangoes, and glistening purple grapes, each one looking fresh and delicious.

She stuffed all the fruit into Nan Weiwei's arms and said, "Weiwei, these fruits were specially brought back from abroad by Yi Feng's father. They're very fresh. Take them back and try them."

Nan Weiwei quickly declined, saying, "Auntie, this is too expensive, I can't accept it."

But Nan Yifeng's mother pretended to be angry and said, "You child, why are you being so polite with your aunt? Take these, or your aunt will get angry." Nan Weiwei had no choice but to accept the fruit.

After dinner, Nan Yifeng and Nan Weiwei left. As they stepped outside, the sky was gradually darkening, and the streetlights were coming on one by one, casting a soft glow.

Nan Wei took a deep breath, trying to dispel the vexation in her heart.

She glanced at Nan Yifeng beside her, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Um... if it's inconvenient for you, you don't need to take me. I can just take a Didi myself. I'm out now, and your parents won't know." Her voice was soft, with a hint of barely perceptible loneliness.

Nan Yifeng paused, looked at Nan Weiwei, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but quickly returned to his indifference. He said indifferently, "Alright, be careful on your way."

After saying that, he stood still and did not take another step forward.

Nan Weiwei felt a sharp pain in her heart. She silently turned around and walked towards the roadside, feeling her steps were incredibly heavy with each step.

As she walked, she secretly hoped that Nan Yifeng would call her back and change his mind to take her home, but she didn't hear Nan Yifeng's voice until she reached the roadside and hailed a taxi.

Disappointed, she got into the car. Through the car window, she watched as Nan Yifeng's figure, still standing in the same spot, gradually blurred, and tears welled up in her eyes.

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