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

Suddenly, Nan stretched out her jade hand and gently pushed forward. With a creaky sound, the kitchen door that looked a little old was slowly pushed open.

A hot smell unique to the kitchen hit me in the face, like a beast that had been trapped for a long time, eager to rush out the door.

Nan Weiwei curiously poked her head into the kitchen, her smart eyes quickly moving back and forth between the two people in the room.

Her face was filled with concern, and she said with her red lips slightly parted:

"Hey, you two, what are you chattering about here? Look at your concentration, it's like you've been cast into a spell! Xiaoxiao, don't forget to turn on the air conditioner! Look at this kitchen, it's like a big steamer, it's so hot that it feels like you can steam buns directly in it! We can't just endure the heat to save a little bit of electricity. If we really pass out from the heat, it will be a waste of time! Not only will we suffer physically, but we will also have to spend more money on seeing a doctor and buying medicine. It's not worth it! So, Xiaoxiao, listen to my advice and turn on the air conditioner quickly, so that we can enjoy a cool and refreshing time!"

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but smile, and a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

There was a cunning light in her beautiful eyes, as dazzling as the bright stars in the night sky. She playfully stretched out her right hand and gently patted her smooth forehead, but there was actually no sweat there.

Then, she responded in a slightly teasing tone:

"Oh! Weiwei, look at how worried you are. Are you afraid that I will give Nan Yifeng a heat stroke? Hahahaha, just put your worry at ease! Let me tell you, my air conditioner has been turned on for a long time, and it's at the highest setting! So, no matter how hot it is outside, it's still cool and pleasant here. Besides, it's not hot outside now."

"Besides, Nan Yifeng is a man of seven feet tall after all. He has been trained in the army before. How could he be like those delicate and fragile girls who fell down without any resistance just because of a light breeze? Isn't this ridiculous!"

After saying that, she blinked at Nan Weiwei, looking very cute.

Nan Yifeng sat quietly aside, and after hearing this, a faint smile appeared on his face.

However, this smile looked so forced, as if it was forced out.

Although the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the curve seemed extremely stiff and unnatural.

At the same time, in his deep eyes, there was a hint of imperceptible melancholy, as if covered by a thin layer of mist, making it difficult to grasp his true emotions.

He slowly raised his hand and gently scratched his head.

His slender fingers flexibly shuttled through the slightly messy hair, and this unintentional little action revealed the helplessness and boredom in his heart.

As his fingers moved, his already messy hair became even more messy, but he seemed not to care about it and was still immersed in his complex and tangled thoughts.

Nan Weiwei noticed the reluctance in Nan Yifeng's smile, frowned slightly, and asked softly: "Nan Yifeng, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

Her tone was full of concern and her eyes sparkled with inquiry.

Nan Yifeng hurriedly shook his head, forced a smile, and found an excuse to evade: "No... It's just that Fu Yanchen gave me a headache, and my proposals failed several times."

He said it lightly, but the sadness between his brows was hard to conceal.

Xu Xiaoxiao listened at the side with a playful smile on her lips, but she didn't say anything, only a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

This... Fu Yanchen took the blame? She muttered to herself, but she also understood that Nan Yifeng just didn't want them to worry.

Nan Weiwei raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and said in confusion: "No, aren't you good friends? Why doesn't he give you a break?" There was some doubt in her tone, and she was obviously surprised by Fu Yanchen's "unkindness".

Nan Yifeng smiled bitterly, shook his head, and explained: "Well... you should know Fu Yanchen's temper. He has always been impartial. At work, he never shows any bias because of personal relationships."

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, but it also revealed his understanding and recognition of Fu Yanchen's character.

Xu Xiaoxiao listened silently at the side, and couldn't help but recall her past experiences with Fu Yanchen.

Yes, she had personally experienced Fu Yanchen's "official business" before.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile secretly, with a hint of amusement in her eyes. This Nan Yifeng was really good at making excuses. He really was worthy of being someone who had dealt with those terrorists before. His mind was really quick.

In Fu Yanchen's spacious and simple office, the temperature originally set for the air conditioner seemed to be a little low, causing a slight chill to permeate the room.

Fu Yanchen sat behind his desk, frowning slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. He then reached out for the remote control and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner a little, trying to dispel the unexpected chill.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open and Chen Xia walked in.

Today, she is like the brightest star in the night sky, emitting a light that cannot be ignored.

She was wearing a sexy and charming professional suit, which seemed to be specially tailored for her by God. Every line fit her figure perfectly, showing her graceful and exquisite figure unreservedly to everyone.

The collar of the shirt adopted a bold and creative opening design, which just revealed a bit of snow-white skin and deep and charming collarbone.

Such a charming scenery completely attracted the attention of the group of young men in the company. They stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes without blinking, as if this beautiful scenery was the only thing left in the world.

I saw these men, one after another, their faces turning red like ripe apples, their hearts beating rapidly like drums, and their chests heaving up and down, as if they would jump out of their throats in the next second; and the blood in their bodies was like boiling magma, surging in their blood vessels, as if it would boil over and gush out at any time!

Looking at the woman again, she was wearing an exquisite professional suit. The skirt fit perfectly over her round, plump and perky buttocks, showing her perfect curves to the fullest.

The length of the skirt is just to the knee, but it can just barely cover it. The hint of spring light that is faintly visible does not make people feel frivolous at all. Instead, it adds a layer of mysterious, deep, and elusive unique charm to this beauty.

The slender waist curve is cleverly outlined by the clothes, appearing even more slender and well-proportioned, like a beautiful painting, attracting people's attention for a long time.

Lin Nuo, holding a document that urgently needed Fu Yanchen's signature, gently pushed open the office door, but unexpectedly saw Chen Xia standing beside her with a strange look on her face.

He couldn't help but frown, secretly surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just walked straight to Fu Yanchen's desk and handed the document over: "Mr. Fu, please check this document."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanchen looked up, and the moment his eyes met Chen Xia, he couldn't help but frowned.

He noticed Chen Xia's outfit, but...she was free to dress as she pleased, and he didn't want to interfere too much, so he simply asked, "Chen Xia, is there anything wrong?"

Chen Xia trembled slightly when she heard this, then smiled calmly and said, "Chairman, would you like some coffee? I'll make you a cup."

Although her voice was soft, it had a barely perceptible tremor.

Lin Nuo stood aside, watching this scene, feeling somewhat puzzled.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but didn't know where to start. He could only swallow his saliva helplessly, muttering to himself, what is this Chen Xia doing?

Fu Yanchen shook his head. "No, I'll ask Xiaoxiao to bring it to you when you want coffee. If you're...really bored, you can go to Xiaoxiao's coffee shop and get a cup for me and Lin Nuo."

His words revealed his doting on Xu Xiaoxiao, which made Chen Xia feel inexplicably bitter.

Chen Xia forced a smile and nodded: "Okay, Chairman, I'll go right away."

After saying that, she turned and left, but her steps seemed a little heavy.

Lin Nuo looked at Chen Xia's departing back and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

He looked at Fu Yanchen, but found that Fu Yanchen's eyes had fallen back on the document, as if everything that had just happened was just an episode and did not leave any trace in his heart.

Lin Nuo sighed softly, secretly hoping that all this was just his overthinking.

Chen Xia stepped into Xu Xiaoxiao's coffee shop which was filled with a faint aroma of coffee and a warm atmosphere. Her face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. The cheerful and relaxed atmosphere around her was incompatible with her and seemed particularly abrupt.

The soft lighting in the store cast mottled shadows on her face, adding a hint of displeasure.

Inside the store, Xu Xiaoxiao was busy wiping the neatly arranged coffee cups, occasionally looking out the window in a daze with a calm and composed smile on her face, as if all the troubles in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

Nan Weiwei sat aside, holding an old book in her hand. She occasionally looked up, her eyes gently sweeping across every corner of the store. The tranquility and beauty made people feel peaceful.

Chen Xia's gaze swept across Nan Weiwei like a sharp sword, and a barely perceptible hint of jealousy and resentment flashed in her eyes.

She walked straight to the counter and said in a cold and hard voice with an unignorable arrogance: "Two cups of coffee, hot."

There was no trace of politeness or courtesy in her words, as if she was the owner of the coffee shop and was taking the service for granted.

Xu Xiaoxiao heard this and gently raised her head and looked at Chen Xia. She knew why Chen Xia was so irritated, but she still kept a professional smile and asked softly, "Okay, do you need anything to add? Like sugar or milk?"

Chen Xia snorted coldly, turned her eyes to the side, and didn't even look at Xu Xiaoxiao, her tone full of impatience: "No need, that's it."

After saying this, she folded her hands over her chest with a condescending look, as if waiting for service was her due right.

Nan Weiwei put down the book in her hand, glanced lightly at Chen Xia, and a barely perceptible sympathy and helplessness flashed in her eyes.

She knew very well that everyone had unknown secrets and pains in their hearts, and Chen Xia's arrogance and unreasonableness at this moment might be a cover for her inner fragility and anxiety.

Inside the store, the roar of the coffee machine and the occasional soft music are intertwined, creating a peaceful and harmonious picture.

However, this tranquility was broken by Chen Xia's arrival, and an invisible tension and depression filled the air.

Chen Xia picked up the two cups of freshly brewed hot coffee with an almost provocative and arrogant attitude, as if they were some kind of badge symbolizing her status, and then strode out of the coffee shop without even saying a word of thanks.

Her back seemed lonely and stubborn, but her pride had never diminished in the slightest.

Nan Weiwei sighed softly, and followed Chen Xia's receding figure with his eyes until the figure completely disappeared from his sight.

She turned to look at Xu Xiaoxiao with a complicated look on her face, showing both confusion about Chen Xia's behavior and emotion about the complexity of this world.

"Look at the dress she's wearing, it's short and tight, exposing a lot of skin. What's the difference between that and not wearing anything?" Nan Weiwei's words were filled with helplessness and worry. "No... Fu Yanchen, as a boss, does he really allow his subordinates to dress like that?"

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao shook her head slightly, with a barely perceptible worry flashing in her eyes.

She understood that what Nan Weiwei was worried about was not only Chen Xia's dress and appearance, but also the workplace culture and moral bottom line hidden behind it.

In this highly competitive society, everyone is working hard for survival and success, but sometimes, this effort can make people lose themselves and even touch the bottom line of morality.

"Perhaps, everyone has their own lifestyle and choices. As a boss, Fu Yanchen cannot interfere with the private lives of his employees."

Xu Xiaoxiao said softly, with a barely perceptible sigh in her voice.

Although she did not agree with Chen Xia's behavior, she could understand the helplessness and struggle behind her.

After all, in this complex and ever-changing world, everyone is struggling for life, and sometimes, some seemingly inappropriate choices may be the truest reflection of their inner selves.

Nan Weiwei nodded slightly and looked out the window again, as if looking for some answers.

She knows very well that the workplace is like a battlefield, everyone has their own stance and choice, and all she can do is stick to her principles and bottom line and not be shaken by external temptations and pressure.

Inside the store, the aroma of coffee still permeates the air, but there is a sense of heaviness and contemplation in the air.

"Xiaoxiao, you say, "