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

"Yi Feng..."

Nan Yifeng frowned, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.

Meng Jia's words were like a sharp knife, cutting his heart again and again.

"Yi Feng... wuwuwu, I really understand how you feel right now, but this child is the fruit of our love, how can you bear to abandon him like this?"

Meng Jia's sad cry seemed to be able to penetrate the human soul, containing endless sorrow and deep prayers.

Her beautiful face had long been submerged in tears. Crystal clear tears, like pearls that had broken off their strings, kept rolling down from her eye sockets, dripping onto the ground, splashing tiny teardrops.

Nan Yifeng, who was standing aside, closed his eyes silently, then took a deep breath, as if trying to use this method to calm the surging waves of emotions deep in his heart.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes again and looked at Meng Jia, whose face was covered with tears.

His voice was unusually low, but full of an unshakable firmness: "Meng Jia, please listen to me carefully. Regarding this child, I know very well that he is completely innocent. However, many things are not as simple as you think. You should know that for me, my life trajectory, my family situation, my future development direction and other factors are not easy for me to change. If I let the child live with me, I am afraid that he may not be able to live the happy life you expect."

"As for the fruit of your love, this... is simply bullshit. It's obvious that you and I have no feelings for each other. If you and my secretary hadn't conspired to frame me, what relationship would we have? It's good enough that I can give you some money. Don't dream of anything else. Child... you should raise her well in the future. If she... isn't happy with me, my parents won't accept her."

Meng Jia shook her head slowly, and crystal tears slid down her beautiful yet haggard cheeks like pearls that had broken off the string, splashing onto the cold, hard floor one after another, instantly blossoming into sad yet heartbreaking tears.

She said in a trembling voice: "Yi Feng, you are really wrong. If our child can follow you back to the Nan family, then from now on, she will become the little princess of the Nan family that everyone pays attention to, and she will live with me... woo woo woo... her life will be hard like yours."

Nan Yifeng, "Impossible... As for the hardship you mentioned, the money I gave you, as long as you plan it properly, you and your daughter will never be able to spend it all in your lifetime."

Meng Jia shook her head. "Yi Feng, think about it. When she went to the Nan family, whether it was luxurious clothing, rare jewelry, or endless love and care, as long as she wanted, your Nan family could easily give it to her. I... I can't give her these."

"Eat as much as your stomach can take. Otherwise, if you eat too much, you will just eat yourself to death!" Nan Yifeng frowned, his face full of impatience. His restless eyes kept wandering around, as if this would make the delayed identification results appear before him faster.

At this time, Meng Jia on the side had already burst into tears. She grasped Nan Yifeng's sleeves tightly with trembling hands, sobbing and speaking intermittently:

"Wuwuwu... Yi Feng, I am a mother! As a mother, all I have done is to allow my precious daughter to live a carefree, luxurious life like she does now! What have I done wrong? What's more, this is... this is your own child!"

By the end of her speech, the woman was sobbing and her tears were pouring out like a flood.

"Enough, stop crying, it's so annoying." Nan Yifeng yelled.

Meng Jia was stunned for a moment, "Yi Feng, actually... I am more sad than you... To be honest, when I thought about giving the child to you, my heart felt like it was being cut by thousands of sharp blades. It hurt so much that I could hardly breathe."

"Then, you want to give it back? I'll give you money and you can go! There's no need for paternity test." Nan Yifeng wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible.

"I want to, too. I know very well that only by following you and returning to the prominent and wealthy Nan family can she have a brighter and more glorious future. Moreover, I always believe that my uncle and aunt, with their kindness and love, will definitely treat our child as their own and give her full love and care."

Nan Yifeng felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart. He turned around, with his back to Meng Jia, and spoke with a hint of helplessness and blame:

"Meng Jia, do you know what you are talking about? Do you think the Nan family's life is that easy? Do you think that giving the child material satisfaction is everything? You are wrong. What the child needs is love, companionship, and a complete family. And I can't give her these. After the test results come out, you can leave. I will give you the money."

Meng Jia stopped crying after hearing this. She stared blankly at Nan Yifeng's back, and an unprecedented despair surged in her heart.

She knew that Nan Yifeng was right, but she couldn't accept this fact. Besides...

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying hard not to cry out again.

The lights in the corridor were still dim and soft, but at this moment, they could not illuminate the haze and confusion in the two people's hearts.

They just stood there quietly, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The child in the treatment room was still coughing, and the sound was like a death warrant, making Nan Yifeng's heart even heavier and more troubled.

Hope the result,,,