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

Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't stand Xiaomei's chattering, so she stood by the window of the coffee shop, her eyes passing through the gauze-like curtains and fixed on the warm yet dazzling scene on the opposite street.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling on Fu Yanchen and Chen Xia, adding a touch of extraordinary brilliance to this ordinary moment.

Fu Yanchen was wearing a well-tailored suit, which made his already tall figure even more handsome, and the smile on his face was so gentle that it seemed to be able to melt the last snowflake in winter.

I saw him gently open the car door, his actions were full of care and pampering, and his eyes were as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

As for Chen Xia, she was wearing a simple yet elegant dress, the hem of her skirt swaying gently in the wind. Her face was filled with a happy smile, and her eyes were full of tenderness and affection that echoed with Fu Yanchen.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and that smile contained thousands of words. No words were needed, it was already better than countless things in the world.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoxiao's heart seemed to be gently pulled by something, causing a dull pain.

She unconsciously clenched the coffee cup in her hand. The coolness from her fingertips passed along the wall of the cup into her heart, forming a sharp contrast with the warmth in front of her.

There was a complex look in her eyes, filled with loss, confusion, and a hint of stubbornness that was barely noticeable.

At this time, Sister Na's words, with a bit of confusion and gossip, gently fell into Xu Xiaoxiao's ears, like a breeze on a summer afternoon. Although not strong, it was enough to stir ripples in her heart.

"Oh! Isn't that Xiaoxiao your husband, Mr. Fu? The one next to him is his secretary! Just yesterday, I saw her come here to buy coffee. But to be honest, her attitude at that time was not very good! She looked cold, as if someone owed her money. I really don't know how such a person can be Mr. Fu's secretary? Moreover, now the secretary can get so close to the boss? Look at the intimacy between them, wow... It really makes people think about it! Have the relationships in the workplace become so complicated nowadays? Or are only Mr. Fu and his secretary special?"

As Sister Na spoke, she glanced at Xu Xiaoxiao out of the corner of her eye, trying to catch a hint of something strange in her expression.

Xu Xiaoxiao felt a little uncomfortable after seeing this scene, so she lowered her head and stirred the coffee in her hand to distract her attention. To outsiders, she looked indifferent, as if all the noise from the outside world had nothing to do with her.

However, Sister Na's words were like a stone thrown into the calm lake of her heart, causing waves.

She raised her head and looked through the glass window of the coffee shop to the street across the street again. Fu Yanchen and Chen Xia were no longer there, but their shadows seemed to be deeply imprinted in her heart.

"What are they like? It has nothing to do with me! He is my ex-husband. Aren't most bosses like this these days? Look at them one by one. Who doesn't like their secretary to be young and beautiful? It's so prestigious to have such a secretary by your side! When you go out, others will look at you with envy and jealousy. That feeling, tut tut tut, must be quite wonderful! Anyway, for these bosses, as long as they can satisfy their so-called vanity and self-esteem, it's enough. As for other things, such as whether the ability is outstanding or the character is upright, it seems to have become less important. Alas, the world is really going downhill!"

There was a barely perceptible tremor and jealousy in Xu Xiaoxiao's words. She tried to hide her inner irritability and uneasiness with a relaxed tone.

However, her slightly furrowed brows and the loneliness that flashed across her eyes revealed her true emotions.

She picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. The bitter taste spread on the tip of her tongue, as if reminding her that some things are not as simple as they seem. Coffee is really bitter.

Xu Xiaoxiao knew that she was not as free and easy in her heart as she said.

She didn't know why, but seeing the intimate behavior between Fu Yanchen and Chen Xia was like a thorn that pierced deeply into her heart, making her unable to ignore it or let it go.

Seeing this, Sister Na said no more, but just patted Xu Xiaoxiao's shoulder gently, her eyes full of understanding and comfort.

She knew that everyone has a soft spot in their heart that they don't want to be touched or easily exposed. And Xu Xiaoxiao needed time to digest this sudden emotion and sort out the confusion in her heart.

"Xiaoxiao, you should trust Mr. Fu! I can assure you that he is definitely not the kind of person who would do anything reckless. He and she are just a simple superior-subordinate relationship, there is no such groundless or fabricated thing. We can't doubt a person's character just because of some unfounded speculation!"

Xu Xiaoxiao bit her lips tightly, her face was a little pale, her eyes flashed with anger and unwillingness: "...He Fu Yanchen has no character at all! If he had, he would never have..."

Having said this, she suddenly paused, as if something was choking her throat and she could no longer utter the following words.

The things that happened back then haunted her like a nightmare, and every time she recalled it, she felt heartbroken and unbearable. That was a past that she tried her best to forget, so at this moment, even though her heart was full of resentment towards Fu Yanchen, she was unwilling to mention that unbearable past again.

Inside the coffee shop, the music was still flowing softly, but Xu Xiaoxiao's heart had already flown far away, where were the memories that she could not give up, and the reality that she had to face.

"Xiaoxiao, no matter what the future holds, you need to move forward bravely and pursue your own happiness, understand?" Sister Na comforted her. Xu Xiaoxiao nodded and continued to drink her coffee.

Sister Na looked at Xu Xiaoxiao's forced calmness and couldn't help feeling pity for her.

She knew that Xu Xiaoxiao was experiencing a silent storm in her heart at this moment.

Therefore, she chose to remain silent and did not continue the sensitive topic. She just stayed by his side silently, using her eyes to convey silent support and comfort. The atmosphere in the store was particularly subtle throughout the afternoon.

Everyone seemed to tacitly avoid certain topics, carefully maintaining this fragile peace.

On the other hand, Fu Yanchen returned home, but he was still worried about Xu Xiaoxiao.

After he told Lin Nuo to send Chen Xia back, he couldn't wait to pick up his phone. His fingertips slid lightly across the screen, finally stopping on Sister Na's number.

He frowned slightly, struggling internally, but finally made up his mind and pressed the send button.

I saw the message slowly transmitted: "Sister Na, how is Xiaoxiao today? Are you in an okay mood?"

After sending the message, his heart was pounding, his eyes were fixed on the phone screen, not daring to even blink, his hands were unconsciously clenched, and sweat gradually appeared on his palms.

At this moment, he was looking forward to Sister Na giving him an answer as soon as possible, but he was also afraid of seeing bad news.

Everything around seemed to become quiet, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Every second that passed seemed like a century to him.

He kept guessing how Sister Na would reply, and countless possible answers flashed through his mind. At this moment, the phone screen suddenly lit up, and the faint light was particularly dazzling in the darkness.

He couldn't wait to look at the screen, and sure enough, it was Sister Na's reply! However, when he saw those words clearly, he was struck by lightning and froze - "Mr. Fu, be careful not to play with fire."

This sentence was short and profound, like a sharp knife, piercing directly into Fu Yanchen's heart.

He was stunned. The words on the screen seemed to be mocking his ignorance and selfishness.

Fu Yanchen knew very well that if one day the relationship between him, Xu Xiaoxiao and Chen Xia changed, and this change was caused by him personally, he would regret it to death.

He closed his eyes, and Xu Xiaoxiao's indifferent but determined eyes appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help feeling an inexplicable irritation and guilt in his heart.

"Did I...did I do something wrong?"

Fu Yanchen whispered to himself, his voice as soft as a mosquito, but it was clearly transmitted to his heart.

He began to reflect and question himself, wondering whether he could really take on this complicated emotional entanglement and whether he could really bring happiness to Xu Xiaoxiao.

As the night deepened, Fu Yanchen sat alone on the sofa in the study. The moonlight outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains onto his body, casting a mysterious aura around him.

However, his heart was just like the night, full of confusion and anxiety.

He knew that he needed to make a choice and give a clear answer.

And this answer will determine the future direction of him and Xu Xiaoxiao.

Fu Yanchen took a deep breath, picked up the phone again, and slid his fingertips lightly across the screen. He decided to send a message to Xu Xiaoxiao.

He knew that no matter what the outcome was, he needed to face it bravely and give an explanation.

Because he didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him anymore, and he didn't want to sink deeper and deeper into the whirlpool of emotions.

The night was as dark as ink. Only a dim desk lamp was on in Fu Yanchen's study, stretching his shadow and making him look particularly lonely.

He held the phone tightly, his fingertips gently stroking the screen, as if he was hesitating about some important decision. Finally, he made up his mind and edited a message to send to Xu Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, have you rested?"

After sending the message, he stared at the screen, afraid of missing any reply.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and every second seemed to be infinitely stretched.

Fu Yanchen's heart was filled with anxiety and anticipation. He didn't know how Xu Xiaoxiao would respond, and he didn't know how he should face the situation that would follow.

On the other side, Xu Xiaoxiao was sitting alone on the sofa at home, with an unimportant program playing on TV, but her mind had already drifted away.

She recalled the scene in the coffee shop this afternoon and the intimate behavior between Fu Yanchen and Chen Xia, and she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable irritation and loss in her heart.

At this moment, the mobile phone screen suddenly lit up, and a message from Fu Yanchen came into view.

Xu Xiaoxiao's heartbeat accelerated. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Then she clicked on the message, but didn't want to reply, so she turned off the TV.

It was dark at night, and Fu Yanchen's study seemed like a corner forgotten by time. Only the dim desk lamp was still on, illuminating his furrowed brow and his worried eyes.

He picked up his phone from time to time, swiped the screen to see if there was a reply from Xu Xiaoxiao, but he put it down in disappointment every time.

It has been a long time since the message was sent, but there is no response.

Fu Yanchen couldn't help but feel an inexplicable anxiety and irritability in his heart. He couldn't understand Xu Xiaoxiao's silence, and he couldn't stand the torment of waiting.

He began to doubt whether he really understood Xu Xiaoxiao and whether he could really enter her inner world.

He understood that Xu Xiaoxiao's silence might be the best response to him, a silent rejection and alienation. Or today, Xu Xiaoxiao was already angry when she saw him and Chen Xia.

On the other side, Xu Xiaoxiao was sitting quietly beside the bed. The moonlight outside the window shone on her through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow on her.

She held the phone tightly in her hand, the message light on the screen flashing in the dark, but she was hesitant to open it.

She knew how much Fu Yanchen had devoted over the years, but she was afraid to face the complicated emotional entanglement, and she didn't want to reply, for fear that her response would stir up waves in her heart again.

Xu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and tried to calm down her emotions.

She understood that escape was not the solution to the problem, but she needed time to sort out her thoughts and face this sudden emotional storm.

Just like that, it was a night without words.

Fu Yanchen spent a long night on the sofa in the study, while Xu Xiaoxiao tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

There seemed to be an invisible wall between the two of them. Although they were close at hand, they were also out of reach.

This wall represents the confusion and struggle deep in their hearts and the emotional gap that they cannot cross.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the earth, Xu Xiaoxiao had already forgotten the message Fu Yanchen sent her yesterday.