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

Fu Yanchen had just stood up and was about to go see Xu Xiaoxiao when the door of his office was suddenly pushed open. A burst of hurried footsteps accompanied by a faint smell of alcohol hit him in the face.

Nan Yifeng staggered in. His face was pale, his eyes were empty, and there was a trace of wine stain at the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely depressed and downcast.

Fu Yanchen couldn't help but frown. When his eyes fell on Nan Yifeng, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

"Nan Yifeng, what's wrong?" he asked in a deep voice, revealing a hint of concern and confusion in his tone.

Nan Yifeng did not answer, but just stood there blankly, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

His eyes stayed on Fu Yanchen's face for a moment, then wandered away aimlessly.

Seeing this, Fu Yanchen became even more worried. He stood up, walked to Nan Yifeng and patted his shoulder gently.

"Nan Yifeng, what happened? How did you become like this?"

His voice was low and powerful, trying to awaken Nan Yifeng's dormant consciousness.

However, Nan Yifeng seemed not to have heard Fu Yanchen's words. He remained silent, but his body was trembling slightly.

Fu Yanchen's heart tightened as he realized that Nan Yifeng might have suffered a serious blow.

He stopped asking questions and stayed silently beside Nan Yifeng, waiting for the moment when he was willing to speak.

The office fell into silence, with only Nan Yifeng's heavy breathing and Fu Yanchen's slight sigh echoing.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Nan Yifeng finally raised his head slowly, with a trace of pain and confusion in his eyes. "Fu Yanchen... I... I lost her..."

His voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the depths of his heart.

Fu Yanchen's heart trembled when he heard this.

He himself had experienced the pain that Nan Yifeng had experienced, and he could feel the unforgettable loss and despair.

He held Nan Yifeng's hand tightly, trying to give him a little warmth and strength.

"Nan Yifeng, don't be too sad... Maybe there will be a chance for things to turn around... This incident has been a huge blow to Nan Weiwei... Give her some time."

His voice was gentle yet firm, as if pointing out a way forward for Nan Yifeng.

Nan Yifeng's voice was a little hoarse and desperate. He sat dejectedly on the sofa in Fu Yanchen's office, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

"Fu Yanchen, please stop talking, come, have a drink with me! I really feel like a complete loser! Weiwei...she actually abandoned me and didn't want me like this! What did I do wrong? Why did it happen? I clearly didn't do anything wrong, but she still resolutely left me. It feels like the whole world has suddenly betrayed me, catching me off guard and unable to fight back. I don't mind, I really don't mind..."

As he said these words, he shook his head in pain, his eyes were red and tears were welling up in them, and it seemed that they would roll down at any time.

He held the wine glass tightly in his hand, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

Fu Yanchen felt mixed emotions when he saw Nan Yifeng like this.

He knew very well that what Nan Yifeng needed at this moment was not a preacher, but a friend who could share his pain.

So, he slowly walked to the wine cabinet, took out two bottles of fine white wine, and gently placed them on the coffee table in front of Nan Yifeng.

"Nan Yifeng, you can drink, but don't get drunk!"

Fu Yanchen's low and slightly serious voice slowly sounded.

His deep eyes stared at Nan Yifeng intently, as if he wanted to see into the depths of his heart through his eyes.

Because he knew too well the tremendous power of alcohol. Once people are controlled by alcohol, they often lose their reason and self-control.

This was especially true for Nan Yifeng, who was feeling depressed and wanted to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

That was why Fu Yanchen warned him so seriously, fearing that he might get drunk by accident and do something irrational that he would regret later.

At this point, Fu Yanchen frowned slightly, as if recalling some bad memories.

Then, he sighed softly and continued, "Besides, if I get drunk, I really don't know if I will lose control and bully Xu Xiaoxiao. If that happens... I'm afraid she will never forgive me in her life."

There was a deep sense of worry and uneasiness in his words. Last time, he...

Nan Yifeng smiled bitterly when he heard this. He understood Fu Yanchen's concerns and knew that he was not in a good condition to get drunk at the moment.

But the pain and confusion in his heart surged like a tide, making it difficult for him to extricate himself.

He raised his head and looked at Fu Yanchen, with a gleam of pleading in his eyes.

"Fu Yanchen, I really don't know what to do. Can you drink with me, just a little? Just a little..."

His voice trembled, as if he was begging for the last bit of warmth.

Fu Yanchen looked at Nan Yifeng's helpless eyes, and an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.

He sighed, slowly sat down next to Nan Yifeng, picked up the bottle, and poured him a glass of wine.

"Okay, just drink a little. But remember, don't drink too much."

His voice became much softer, as if he was comforting a hurt child.

The two of them drank in silence without much conversation.

But in this silence, they seemed to be able to feel the pain and helplessness in each other's hearts.

The alcohol flows slowly in the body, bringing with it a hint of bitterness and warmth, as if it could temporarily numb the wounded heart.

However, they all knew that this numbness was only temporary and the real pain would take time to heal.

Both of them were drunk.

Nan Yifeng held the mobile phone tightly in his hand, and the light from the screen reflected his slightly haggard face.

His eyes, which were originally bright and lively, seemed to have lost focus at this moment, and moved back and forth between the faintly flickering mobile phone screen in his hand and Fu Yanchen, who was sitting opposite him with a stern look on his face.

His heart was like a turbulent sea, drowned and swallowed by endless hesitation and pain.

"Yan Chen..."

Finally, he squeezed out these two words from his throat with great difficulty. His voice was so low that only he could hear it, but the emotions contained in it were so heavy, as if every syllable was made up of a myriad of emotions interwoven together.

Then, he took a deep breath, raised his voice slightly, and continued: "I miss Weiwei. I really miss her so much. I want to call her and ask if she got on the plane smoothly..."

When he said the last few words, his voice began to tremble uncontrollably, like a fallen leaf shivering in the wind, lonely and helpless.

After Fu Yanchen heard this, his eyes, which had been as calm as water, suddenly rippled, and his gaze became deeper and more complicated.

Those eyes seemed to contain countless unspeakable emotions, including helplessness, understanding, and even a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

He recalled the past between him and Xu Xiaoxiao, those days filled with sweetness and pain.

He once loved Xu Xiaoxiao so much, but because of his suspicion and distrust, he hurt her again and again until she was completely disappointed in him and left him.

Now, he wants to get back the lost love, but finds that the road is more difficult than he imagined.

Looking at Nan Yifeng in front of him, he saw that his brows were furrowed and his face was distorted, as if he was in great pain.

That kind of pain seems to be able to penetrate the human soul and make people empathize.

Fu Yanchen, who was standing aside, stared at Nan Yifeng's appearance, and his heart couldn't help but ripple. An inexplicable resonance quietly surged in his heart.

Fu Yanchen took a deep breath and tried to calm his complicated emotions.

Then, he slowly opened his mouth and said to Nan Yifeng: "If you feel that fighting is the only way to vent the pain and unwillingness in your heart, then go for it! Don't let this regret stay in your heart forever."

His voice was steady and low, without the slightest ripple, but the determination and relief contained in it were so clearly discernible.

He knew that sometimes, a phone call or a greeting might be the key to saving everything.

After hearing this, Nan Yifeng's eyes reddened slightly.

He looked at Fu Yanchen gratefully, then dialed the familiar yet unfamiliar number with trembling fingers.

On the other end of the line, a cold response came: "The number you dialed is powered off."

Nan Yifeng's heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

Seeing this, Fu Yanchen gently patted Nan Yifeng on the shoulder.

"Don't be too sad, maybe your phone just ran out of battery. In any case, you have really tried your best, and this is enough."

Although his voice was light and simple, the deep power contained in it was like a surging undercurrent, continuously transmitted to Nan Yifeng.

It seemed to be silently telling him that no matter what the final outcome was, at least he had the courage and determination to give it a try and fight for it, and this alone was invaluable.

"I checked the situation at the airport. It's true that Weiwei did buy the plane ticket, but the key is that she didn't check in! This is enough to prove that deep down in her heart, she is reluctant to leave you. So, you still have a chance to save this relationship."

After listening to Fu Yanchen's earnest words, Nan Yifeng remained silent and slowly pressed the hang-up button.

At this moment, a sense of relief quietly emerged in his heart, which was originally filled with loss and unwillingness.

Although that trace of relief was as weak and tiny as a candle in the wind, it was like a bright light in this endless ocean of dark emotions, giving Nan Yifeng some comfort and hope.

He knew that he couldn't give up just like that, he had to keep working hard to find his own happiness.

Fu Yanchen's words were like a bright light, illuminating his way forward and making him no longer confused.

After hearing what Fu Yanchen said, Nan Yifeng's eyes flashed with a hint of eagerness and expectation. He stared at Fu Yanchen closely, as if waiting for him to give a definite answer.

"Then...she didn't go to the airport! How is that possible? Then, where would she be?"

His voice trembled unconsciously, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, revealing the anxiety surging like a tide and the unconcealable uneasiness in his heart.

Fu Yanchen stood there, thinking quietly. His brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep ravine, just like the traces left on the land after wind and rain erosion.

His deep eyes became more solemn at this moment, as if he was trying hard to search and piece together all the clues related to Nan Weiwei in his mind.

After a long while, Fu Yanchen slowly spoke: "Well... think about it carefully, Weiwei really doesn't have many close friends in Lin City. If there is any, it's probably only Xiaoxiao. Besides, we just saw Xiaoxiao pick her up with our own eyes. Since she didn't go to the airport, I think she is most likely staying at Xiaoxiao's house at this moment."