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

Nan Yifeng prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that the identification results would be as he wished. This expectation was like the first buds blooming in spring, carrying both vitality and anxiety.

He stood up, his body slightly stiff, the nameless fire in his heart drove him to escape from this suffocating wait, to find some comfort outside, to smoke a cigarette, to let the lingering smoke temporarily take away the anxiety in his heart.

Seeing this, Meng Jia's eyes flashed with panic. She quickly reached out and grabbed Nan Yifeng's sleeve, her voice trembling a little:

"The baby is still in there receiving treatment, you... you don't leave, okay?"

Her eyes were full of pleading, as if she was afraid that he would never come back.

Nan Yifeng turned his head and looked at Meng Jia, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He pushed her hand away, his voice low and firm: "I'm not leaving, I'm just going to smoke a cigarette and get some fresh air. Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

After hearing what he said, Meng Jia finally breathed a sigh of relief. She slowly lowered her hands, but there was still some reluctance in her eyes.

Nan Yifeng turned around and walked towards the smoking room with firm steps, and every step seemed to be stepping on Meng Jia's heart.

In the smoking room, Nan Yifeng lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. The smoke swirled under the light, just like his chaotic thoughts at the moment.

He closed his eyes and thought, with mixed feelings in his heart, anticipation for the identification results and fear of the unknown future.

Half a minute later, Nan Yifeng put out his cigarette, turned around and walked out of the smoking room.

The lights in the corridor were soft, but they could not illuminate the gloom in his heart.

He slowly walked back to Meng Jia, only to see Meng Jia's eyes rolling around, as if she was thinking about something.

"Yi Feng, the test results usually take a week to come out. I... understand that you are filled with anxiety and uneasiness at the moment, and your mood has become extremely irritable, but this is not my fault. At the beginning... I was just bewildered for a while. Now... it's too late to regret. The child has been born. Do you want me to strangle her to death?" Meng Jia said.

Nan Yifeng frowned and felt uneasy.

At this time, the children in the treatment room were undergoing a series of tedious examinations, and the period of waiting for the results was a torment for every parent, except... Meng Jia.

Meng Jia took a deep breath, as if she wanted to absorb all the air around her into her chest, then she slowly exhaled and said:

"While the child is still undergoing various tedious and distressing examinations, and you finally came out to meet me,... why don't we take this opportunity to calm down and have a good and calm chat, okay? Perhaps through this candid and in-depth communication, we can help find a solution."

Meng Jia's eyes were fixed on Nan Yifeng in front of her, and Nan Yifeng looked at her with sincerity in his eyes.

Nan Yifeng first stared at her quietly and was silent for a long time.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was going through a fierce struggle in his heart.

Finally, after a long moment, Nan Yifeng moved his lips gently, then nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed to Meng Jia's proposal.

He moved slowly with heavy footsteps, and finally sat down slowly on a chair beside him.

Indeed, as Meng Jia said, the two of them really need a frank dialogue to face the current difficulties and each other's true thoughts deep in their hearts.

Nan Yifeng frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Okay, let's have a good chat as you say! Just tell me, what exactly do you want to talk about? Anyway, my meaning is as obvious as the lice on a bald head, there is no ambiguity. Now it's your turn to express your opinions. Feel free to tell me what you think. As long as it's not too extreme or too outrageous, I will consider it carefully."

He said this expressionlessly, but his eyes inadvertently revealed a trace of indifference that was difficult to conceal. That indifference seemed to come from the chill deep in his heart, which made people shudder. It seemed that he had already seen through everything that was happening before his eyes, and he didn't care about the outcome at all.

When Meng Jia heard his cold words, her heart trembled violently.

She subconsciously lowered her head, her eyes wandering, as if she was thinking about how to respond to the other party.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the air seemed to freeze. Finally, after a fierce ideological struggle, Meng Jia took a deep breath, slowly raised her head, and looked at the cold and indifferent man opposite her.

When she raised her head again, her eyes were filled with determination.

She bit her lip and said word by word: "Nan Yifeng, no matter what the test result is, you don't want this child."

"Nonsense, I gave you five million to prevent future troubles. I don't want to pursue whether there was anything going on between us. My meaning is very clear. Five million bought out everything. It was you who didn't know what was good for you and gave birth to this child without telling me, even though we are not sure whether it is mine or not?"

Meng Jia had tears in her eyes. "Yi Feng, since you have clearly stated that you do not want this child, then there will be no problem in letting me raise the child. I am sure you also know that I was just an ordinary worker who traveled around everywhere."

"But, since I found out I was pregnant, I had no choice but to quit my job, thinking that the money you gave me should be enough to live on for a lifetime. After the baby was born, I was afraid that my parents would beat me to death, so I didn't dare go home, because my only brother who loved me was gone... So... After so much time, I have been relying on the savings that you gave me to barely make ends meet. I thought it was okay to live like this for the rest of my life, but now, the baby is sick! And the money you gave me before was almost all spent on her medical treatment."

"The doctor said that her disease could relapse at any time before she turns 18, and the road ahead is still very long. As for how much money is needed to completely cure her disease, to be honest, I really have no idea. Now that things have come to this, I really have no other choice, so I had no choice but to come to you."

At this point, Meng Jia's eyes were slightly red, but she still held back her tears and continued:

"Yi Feng, actually, from the moment I knew that my child was ill, I have always had a sincere thought in my heart, which is to solemnly entrust our child to you. You know, your Nan family has its own hospital. Even if we take a step back, the Fu Group also has world-class medical technology. In this way, no matter what happens, our child will definitely be safe and sound."

Hearing this, Nan Yifeng's face instantly turned gloomy, and his deep eyes were burning with rage.

He stared at the woman in front of him and asked with gritted teeth, "So, you actually secretly investigated me?"

This questioning sounded like thunder exploding in the air, causing people to tremble in their hearts.

However, facing Nan Yifeng's anger, the woman seemed a little flustered.

She waved her hands and explained: "Yi Feng, things are not what you think! It's really not like that! Now you are always with Mr. Fu, this is a fact known to everyone, and I don't need to investigate it deliberately to know it. Besides, the reason why I made this decision is entirely out of consideration for the future of the child. I firmly believe that letting the child follow you or rely on the resources of the Fu Group will undoubtedly be an extremely wise and extremely beneficial choice for his health and growth and development!"

"Impossible." Nan Yifeng refused outright. He couldn't possibly implicate his brother.

"I know, so after careful consideration, I have made up my mind. Since you are so determined not to accept me and our child into your world and integrate into your life, then forget it."

"Actually, it's no big deal. After all, everyone is born with their own unique life trajectory and needs to move forward bravely. As for me, as early as when I knew your attitude, I had already silently made full psychological preparations to raise our child alone with hardships. No matter how rough and difficult the road ahead will be, I will grit my teeth and persevere, giving the child enough love and care so that he can grow up healthily and happily."

After hearing what Meng Jia said, Nan Yifeng, who had been tense, finally breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

"It's just that," Nan Weiwei said, and paused.

"But right now, what makes me extremely anxious and worried is that my child is sick, and his condition is not optimistic. So at this moment, I really need a sum of money to pay for the expensive medical expenses for my child to ensure that he can get timely and effective treatment and recover his health as soon as possible. If you can, I hope you can help me, even if it's just a little bit, it may be a life-saving straw for us who are in trouble at the moment.

Nan Yifeng's face, which had been relatively calm, now frowned slightly, and an irrepressible feeling of irritation arose from the bottom of his heart.

He raised his hands anxiously and waved them casually in the air, while he shouted impatiently, "Alright, that's enough! Just tell me what you want to say. How much money do you want? Stop beating around the bush!"

As he spoke, his sharp gaze shot straight at Meng Jia, revealing a hint of displeasure in his eyes without any concealment, as if he had reached the limit of his patience with Meng Jia's nagging and long-winded behavior, and his heart and eyes were full of disgust with her appearance.

Meng Jia felt nervous when she saw this.

She knew she couldn't hesitate any longer, so she plucked up her courage and had a number in mind.

At that moment, her heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, not knowing how Nan Yifeng would respond.

Nan Yifeng looked at her indifferently, as if he was weighing the value of this number.

"Meng Jia, how much did you say?"