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

At the moment the door opened, in a flash, the door opened slightly, as if the hand of fate quietly turned over a heavy page.

Nan Yifeng was immersed in an indescribable thought and had never expected that there was such a sudden storm hidden behind this door.

As soon as his eyes fell on the vague figure at the door, before a thought could form, the crisis swept in like a storm.

The figure seemed both strange and familiar under the dim light, but did not allow Nan Yifeng to hesitate at all.

The other party did not say a word, only a pair of eyes full of anger flashed in the darkness. Then, a thick wooden stick suddenly attacked him like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, with the sound of breaking wind.

Normally, Nan Yifeng was agile enough to deal with all kinds of emergencies, but at this moment, his body seemed to be bound by invisible shackles and he could not move.

It turned out that, without realizing it, he had been corroded by an invisible force - a poison called "betrayal", which quietly seeped into his blood, corroded his will, and weakened his physical strength.

The wooden stick hit him on the head with irresistible force. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The pain surged like a tide, instantly drowning his consciousness. Nan Yifeng only felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and the world interwoven with starlight and lights suddenly collapsed, replaced by endless darkness and silence.

He fell down weakly, and the dull sound of the wooden stick hitting him seemed to still echo in his ears, followed by Fang Xiaohui's cold and resolute laughter.

"Nan Yifeng, who told you to abandon me?" These words, like a sharp blade of ice, penetrated his last line of defense and pierced straight into his heart.

Fang Xiaohui's laughter echoed in the empty room, filled with resentment and pleasure of revenge.

She was once the warmth in his life, but now she has become a nightmare from which he cannot escape.

During this long coma, Nan Yifeng's thoughts were like a kite with a broken string, floating unsteadily.

He recalled every moment with Nan Weiwei, the sweetness and the quarrels, the vows, like a dramatic movie, playing over and over in his mind.

He began to reflect whether he had really done something wrong in the beginning, whether he had ignored her inferiority and her feelings in her heart, which led her to this dead end. Nan Yifeng tried hard to open his eyes.

He knew he couldn't just give up like that. No matter what happened in the past, he had to face it bravely and find a solution to the problem.

Because he believes that in this world, there is nothing that cannot be resolved through communication and understanding.

And he, Nan Yifeng, will never be defeated by a failed relationship.

But he found himself unable to cope with the situation. He could not imagine that his most proud disciple would eventually betray him.

"You are Ah Biao..."

"Mr. Nan, I didn't expect you to still remember me. Didn't I just embezzle some of the organization's money back then? You actually fired me. If Sister Fang hadn't told me not to hurt you today, I would have stabbed you."

"Fang Xiaohui...you..." Nan Yifeng looked at Fang Xiaohui who had turned evil.

Fang Xiaohui saw it. Seeing the helplessness and despair in Nan Yifeng's last look was like a sharp knife that pierced deeply into Fang Xiaohui's heart.

She realized that she might have gone too far and could no longer recover some things, but she did not regret it. After tonight, Nan Yifeng would be hers.

"Sister Fang, the job is done. The reward you promised me..."

The cold man's voice rang out, breaking the silence around them.

His appearance was like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing the remaining warmth in Fang Xiaohui's heart.

She suppressed her inner turmoil, calmly completed the transaction, and transferred the money to him as compensation.

After receiving the money, the man showed a satisfied smile on his face. It was a kind of greed for money and a mockery of human weakness.

“You have fun.”

He left after saying this, as if everything here had nothing to do with him.

Fang Xiaohui stayed there alone, looking at Nan Yifeng's lifeless face, feeling mixed emotions.

She squatted down and gently stroked Nan Yifeng's handsome face that once made her heart beat fast. Her fingers slid across his furrowed brows, closed eyes, and then to his lips that were trembling slightly due to pain.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she wanted to engrave this moment in her heart forever.

Tears slid silently and dripped onto Nan Yifeng's cheeks, mixing with the sweat on his face. It was hard to tell whether they were tears or water.

Fang Xiaohui's heart was crying. She knew that she had lost too much, including the once pure love and Nan Yifeng who was willing to give everything for her.

She laughed, it was a bitter laugh, laughing at her own stupidity and selfishness; she cried again, crying at her own helplessness and sorrow.

In this complex world, she can't seem to find her place, nor can she see the road ahead.

However, in the interweaving of tears and smiles, Fang Xiaohui realized something.

She realized her mistakes and realized that her selfishness and cruelty had caused irreparable harm to Nan Yifeng.

But she did not reflect on her own behavior, nor did she think about how to make up for it. She just stubbornly believed that she was not wrong and was just unlucky.

She felt that as long as she persisted, she would be able to win Nan Yifeng's heart one day, but now she wanted to win his body first.

The heart...haha, isn't there a saying that love grows over time?

But she didn't know that doing so would only make Nan Yifeng more and more disgusted with her, and even feel disgusted with her.

She didn't understand that love cannot be obtained by force, but requires both parties to truly love each other.

She was unwilling to give up! She was unwilling to give up Nan Yifeng like this. She wanted to prove to him that she was better and more outstanding than Nan Weiwei. She just didn't have the same good luck as Nan Weiwei to be adopted by the Nan family. She dared to guarantee that if she was adopted by the Nan family, she would definitely be better than Nan Weiwei.

She would continue to pester Nan Yifeng and use every possible means to attract his attention and favor.

However, she herself did not know that all these efforts were in vain, because Nan Yifeng did not love her at all, and no matter what she did, she could not change this fact.

But she fell deeper and deeper into self-torture and couldn't extricate herself...

"Nan Yifeng, do you really have to wait until the rice is cooked and irreversible before you are willing to leave a trace of tenderness in your heart for me? Or, does Nan Weiwei's deep affection have to wither away like autumn leaves in the cold wind before your heart can bloom with spring for me?"

Fang Xiaohui didn't want to be alone under the moon anymore, waiting for the flowers to bloom indefinitely.

Then she would have to put an end to this entanglement with her own hands.

There was a flash of determination and a barely perceptible sadness in Fang Xiaohui's eyes as she slowly helped the unconscious Nan Yifeng up. Her movements were filled with irresistible resolve, yet also revealed endless tenderness and helplessness towards the person in front of her.

In her eyes, his body was both the shore she longed for and the abyss she had to cross.

The hotel room was luxurious yet spacious. The moonlight outside the window shone through the gauze, casting a cool glow and illuminating her resolute face.

She gently placed Nan Yifeng on the soft big bed, and every movement she made was so cautious, as if she was treating a fragile treasure.

Then she began to take off each other's clothes, and an indescribable atmosphere filled the air, which was both the heaviness of betrayal and the foreshadowing of liberation.

The clothes fell to the ground, and there was no longer any barrier between her and him in this small space.

She lay beside him, her heart surging with mixed emotions. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the waves in her heart, but the reluctance and determination surged like a tide and could not be suppressed.

She fumbled out the spare phone from her bag, her fingertips trembling slightly, but she pressed the send button firmly.

On the screen, a photo was slowly transmitted. It was the "intimate" moment between her and Nan Yifeng, frozen in time for eternity.

Although the two people in the photo did not communicate verbally, the picture is enough to make people imagine and create misunderstandings.

After sending it, she sneered, and that laugh contained both sympathy for the pain Nan Weiwei was about to endure and self-mockery for her own cruelty.

"Nan Weiwei, I have already planned this scene. Will you still stay by his side as stubbornly as you did in the past?"

She whispered to herself, with a complex light flashing in her eyes. In that light, there was both a desire for victory and confusion about the future.

The moonlight is still cold, illuminating everything in the room, and witnessing the entanglement and choice of an emotion.

Fang Xiaohui lay quietly beside Nan Yifeng, with mixed feelings in her heart, waiting for the unknown result. And all this might be just another indelible memory in her long life.

"Knock, knock, knock..." There was a knock on the door...