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

Chapter 1576 An Upgraded Version of the Argument

But what she saw was Nan Yifeng leaning against the bed, his legs casually crossed, one hand holding a phone, his fingers mechanically swiping across the screen, his eyes fixed on the screen, playing with his phone with a clear conscience.

Nan Weiwei's eyes widened instantly, like two glass balls about to explode. Her facial features, which had been slightly softer after removing her makeup, became tense with anger.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

She recalled the hurt and sadness she felt when she stormed off, and how this man in front of her had been playing on his phone all this time, as if the arguments and conflicts had nothing to do with him.

Tears of grievance and anger quickly gathered in her eyes, swirling like beads from a broken string, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Nanwei bit her lip hard, trying to hold back her tears, but the feeling of anger still surged up her chest, making her feel suffocated.

She couldn't hold back any longer, and tears streamed down her face, wetting her fair but somewhat haggard face that had just been cleaned of makeup.

She stomped her foot hard, and the dull thud seemed to be an expression of her anger.

Then, she took heavy steps, each step seeming to pound on Nan Yifeng's heart, filled with endless anger and disappointment.

Without pausing, she walked straight downstairs, the clatter of her high heels echoing in the quiet villa like the drumbeats of her anger.

The image of Nan Yifeng casually playing on his phone kept flashing through her mind, making her angrier and angrier, and she muttered to herself.

"Look at him, he's like a dead man, lifeless. How could I be so unlucky as to fall for someone like that! I must have been blind! I was hoping to have a calm talk with him when I got back, but now it's obvious that Nan Yifeng doesn't want to talk. Humph, I, Nan Weiwei, would rather sleep on the sofa than share a bed with him! Who cares! You're not gold."

Her voice was trembling with tears, yet it was also full of stubbornness.

When they got to the living room downstairs, Nan Weiwei went straight to the sofa, plopped down, and curled up in it, crossing her arms over her chest as if building a defensive wall around herself.

She turned her head to the side, staring at the night outside the window, tears still streaming down her face, wetting a corner of the sofa.

She thought to herself, "Let Nan Yifeng reflect on his actions up there; I'm not going to go up there and suffer that humiliation."

Nan Yifeng was still immersed in his somewhat chaotic and absent-minded state, his fingers mechanically swiping across the phone screen, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.

Suddenly, a series of "tap-tap" footsteps approached from afar, followed by the sound of Nan Weiwei stomping down the stairs with heavy steps. The sound seemed to carry endless anger, and each step felt like it was stepping on his heart, instantly bringing him back to his senses.

He subconsciously looked up and saw Nan Weiwei's puffed-up face and red-rimmed eyes. Her eyes were full of grievance and anger, like a little lion that had been provoked.

Nan Yifeng looked bewildered, his brows furrowed, and he wondered to himself, "What's going on now? She was just removing her makeup perfectly fine a moment ago, how did it suddenly turn into this? A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and figure out the sudden situation.

Before he could think it through, Nan Weiwei slammed the door shut and left.

She sat on the sofa, curled up into a ball, turned her head to the side, and didn't even glance at him.

Nan Yifeng sighed helplessly and tossed his phone aside. The phone bounced once on the soft sofa and then lay there quietly.

He stood there for a moment, his eyes fixed on Nan Weiwei's back, hoping to glean some clues from her actions.

However, Nan Weiwei remained motionless and unresponsive, like a cold statue.

After waiting for a while and seeing that Nan Weiwei hadn't gone upstairs to sleep again, Nan Yifeng became a little anxious. He was worried that Nan Weiwei would catch a cold, since the temperature was low at night.

So he got up and slowly walked to the top of the stairs, then cautiously peeked out.

In the dim light of the living room, he saw that Nan Weiwei was already lying on the sofa, wrapped up tightly, with only her fluffy head showing.

His appearance was both pitiful and somewhat comical.

Nan Yifeng hesitated for a moment, then turned and went into the bedroom, taking a soft quilt out of the closet.

He carried the blanket and walked slowly into the living room, coming to Nan Weiwei's side.

He gently unfolded the blanket and slowly covered Nan Weiwei with it, his movements as tender as if he were handling a precious treasure.

After covering her with the blanket, he squatted down, looked at Nan Weiwei's tightly closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, and said softly, "It's cold at night. If you catch a cold, you'll have to go to the hospital, which is troublesome."

His voice carried a hint of helplessness, as if he was trying to melt the invisible ice between the two of them.

As Nan Weiwei nestled on the sofa, the moment her body was covered by the soft blanket, a warm current surged through her heart. That warmth flowed through her blood and throughout her body, relaxing her tense nerves a bit.

She squinted slightly, intending to enjoy this moment of warmth and tranquility, but unexpectedly Nan Yifeng immediately blurted out, "Being sick is troublesome."

These four simple words were like a sharp dagger, piercing through the fortress of emotion she had just built in her heart with a "whoosh".

The anger that had subsided suddenly flared up again, burning even more fiercely than before.

She felt as if a raging fire was burning in her chest, threatening to engulf her entirely.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with anger and grievance. Without hesitation, she raised her foot and forcefully kicked the blanket to the ground. The blanket drew an arc in the air before falling heavily to the floor.

Nan Yi Feng,,,,

"Nan Yifeng, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'being sick with a cold is troublesome'? Do you mean I'm a nuisance?"

Nan Yifeng said, "Wasn't I just trying to be helpful? Isn't it troublesome to get injections and take medicine when you're sick? You don't like getting injections, and you always cry out in pain. I'm just concerned about you."

"Concerned about me? Bullshit! Stop pretending! You bastard."

Nan roared angrily, her voice becoming sharp with rage, echoing in the silent living room.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain. At this moment, her heart was filled with dissatisfaction and resentment towards Nan Yifeng.

Nan Yifeng was about to turn and leave when he heard Nan Weiwei's angry roar. He stopped in his tracks as if he had been frozen in place.

He slowly turned around, his movements hesitant, as if his body had lost its former agility.

His face, which should have been beaming with a sunny smile, was now shrouded in confusion and helplessness, making one feel pity for him.

His eyes were fixed on Nan Weiwei, a complex gaze that contained both incomprehension and a hint of pain from being hurt.

This subtle pain, though faint, was like a fine thorn, deeply embedded in his heart, impossible to remove easily.

His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it had been repeatedly sanded, losing its original clarity.

Every word he uttered sounded so heavy, as if it carried too much emotion and pressure.

"Weiwei, you... tell me, what exactly do you want to do?" His words revealed an unspeakable confusion, as if he was completely baffled by Nan Weiwei's recent behavior.

He paused briefly, then continued, "What's wrong with you these past few days? You've been inexplicably irritable. Are you going through menopause? That shouldn't be the case. Your mother hasn't even reached menopause yet."

In Nan Yifeng's words, besides confusion, there was more of a weariness, a sense of powerlessness in the face of Nan Weiwei's changes.

Upon hearing his words, Nan Weiwei's anger erupted like a volcano.

She glared at Nan Yifeng, her eyes wide as if spitting fire, and roared, "Nan Yifeng, what do you mean? Do you think I'm too old?"

Nan Yifeng: "It's not that I'm disgusted, it's just that you've looked at yourself these past two days..."

"What's wrong with me these past two days? You're asking me what I want to do? I'd like to ask you the same thing!" Nan Weiwei retorted without backing down. She wasn't one to be bullied easily; back in the day, she was the kind of person who dared to stand up to Fu Yanchen.

"Weiwei, can't we reason with each other? Look, I haven't done anything wrong, and you've run away from home. This... isn't my fault!"

"Fine, fine, it's not your fault. So everything is my fault, huh?"

Nan Yifeng: "I didn't say that! You misunderstood, whose fault is it?"

Nan Weiwei was furious. "Nan Yifeng, shouldn't I be the one asking you what you really want?"

Her voice trembled with excitement, and her body shook slightly with anger.

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, her chest heaving violently as if she were engaged in a fierce battle.

"Nan Yifeng, didn't I already explain things very clearly to you? I've also sincerely apologized to you!"

"But what about you? What kind of attitude is this? Several days have passed, and you're still relentlessly pursuing me, so cold and indifferent. Now that I'm back, you're asking me what I want?"

"I just had a meal with Ye Junhao, so what? Is that an unforgivable crime? We didn't do anything to each other. Why are you so proud of yourself?"

"Say something more about yourself! You're the one who deserves to die! You were secretly contacting that person who has a crush on you behind my back! What kind of nonsense is this? I haven't even said anything yet, and you're already questioning me! Maybe you two have already slept together!"

Every word she uttered was like a cannonball, relentlessly hurling itself at Nan Yifeng.

Nan Yifeng stood there, seemingly stunned by Nan Weiwei's words.

A strange emotion flashed in his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.

His brows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, making him look extremely disheveled.

He never expected that his unintentional remark would provoke such a strong reaction from Nan Weiwei, nor did he expect that he would be seen as such in her eyes.

He felt a mix of emotions: resentment, anger, and a deep sense of helplessness.

Nan Yifeng's brows furrowed tightly, like two small hills piled on his forehead.

He knew perfectly well that when women started arguing, they were really something else! Their favorite thing to do was to bring up old grievances, digging up all those trivial and unresolved issues and dumping them all at once.

These things may have happened a long time ago, and some may have even been forgotten, but when they argue, they can remember every detail clearly, as if watching a movie.

Moreover, when women bring up old grievances, they often become more and more outrageous, agitated, and angry.

What might have been a small matter has been blown out of proportion by them, turning into a huge issue, as if the other party has committed some unforgivable crime.

At this point, men often feel helpless because they have no idea where these old grievances came from or how to deal with them.

In his eyes, the wisest choice at this moment was to remain silent, not to respond to her words, and to let her vent her anger and dissatisfaction to her heart.

After all, the problem will be easier to solve once her emotions are fully released.

Without hesitation, he turned and left, stepping up the stairs without looking back, his steps somewhat hurried, seemingly mixed with a hint of irritation.

Every step felt like walking on cotton, so soft and yielding that it made me feel completely powerless.

Just as he reached the corner of the stairs, a strong gust of air suddenly swept up from behind him.

The airflow came on strong, like a sudden storm, catching him completely off guard.

Before he could react, his shoulder was struck hard, as if by a speeding car.

The immense impact caused his body to tilt forward abruptly, and he stumbled, nearly losing his balance and falling to the ground.

Having finally regained his balance, he hurriedly turned around to try and figure out what had happened.

However, when he saw that figure, his heart tightened—it was Nan Weiwei!

Nan Weiwei, her face full of anger, rushed past him with such speed that she was like a whirlwind, stirring up the surrounding air and creating a small gust of wind.

Her steps seemed hurried, each one like a drumbeat, filled with anger, as if she wanted to vent it.

He stood there, watching Nan Weiwei's hurried figure disappear into the distance, wondering to himself, "What's she up to now?"

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to follow them to see what was going on, since making a big fuss wouldn't benefit anyone.

He walked quickly upstairs, arrived at the bedroom door, gently pushed it open, and immediately saw Nan Weiwei packing her clothes.

She moved hastily and frantically, pulling clothes out of the closet one by one and stuffing them haphazardly into her suitcase, as if she were about to flee the house.

She had clearly been crying, because her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and her eyes were brimming with tears that seemed ready to fall at any moment. Her long eyelashes were adorned with glistening teardrops that sparkled under the light.

Nan Yifeng's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up in his mind.

He couldn't hold back any longer. He strode over to Nan Weiwei, grabbed her wrist, and found her wrist to be slender and soft, appearing particularly small in his large hand.

He frowned, his voice tinged with anxiety and helplessness, and asked, "Weiwei... what... are you going to do?"