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

Meng Jia and Nan Yifeng stood opposite each other. The atmosphere between them was extremely tense, just like a bowstring that was stretched to the limit. It seemed that if a little more external force was applied, the string would break.

There was deathly silence all around; even the rustling of the leaves in the breeze seemed particularly clear at this moment. The solemn atmosphere made the air around seem to be frozen, making people feel depressed and suffocated.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Nan Yifeng's deep eyes, just like the cold light of frost in winter, which made people shudder.

His voice, as deep as if it came from hell, slowly sounded with an irresistible majesty and threat: "Meng Jia, how dare you threaten me?"

Although these words were calm, the power contained in them was like a surging undercurrent, constantly surging outward, revealing the unhappiness and stern warning in his heart that was difficult to conceal.

After hearing this, Meng Jia felt her heart tremble suddenly, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

However, despite her inner fear, she gritted her teeth and tried to maintain her outward calm.

She raised her head and bravely faced Nan Yifeng's icy gaze. A barely perceptible hint of helplessness flashed across her eyes, followed by a look of determination.

She opened her lips slightly and said in an almost inaudible voice: "Yi Feng, I...I don't want to do this either, but I have no choice."

Although the voice was as faint as the buzzing of a mosquito, the firm belief contained in it was so strong, as if even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, she would move forward without hesitation, fully demonstrating her fierce struggle deep in her heart and her determination to fight to the death.

Just when the two were in a stalemate and neither would give in, and were about to engage in a fierce argument, suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps like a storm came from a distance, and became clearer and louder.

The sound of footsteps was like a sudden bolt of lightning, instantly breaking the already extremely tense atmosphere.

The two people's eyes were drawn to the same place at the same time, and they saw a doctor in a snow-white coat walking out of the ward in a hurry.

His expression was extremely serious, his brows were tightly furrowed, forming two deep grooves, and his eyes were like two sharp swords, scanning back and forth quickly and sharply between the two people present.

After a while, he finally stopped, took a deep breath, and then asked in a low and solemn voice: "Excuse me, who among you two is the biological parent of this child?"

Hearing this, Meng Jia's heart suddenly tightened, as if someone suddenly reached out and grabbed her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She subconsciously raised her hand and quickly wiped away the crystal tear that was about to roll down from the corner of her eye, while trying her best to suppress the panic and anxiety that kept surging up from the depths of her heart.

However, despite her efforts to control herself, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Meng Jia took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and then hurried towards the doctor with a staggering step.

Her throat became dry and hoarse due to excessive tension, but she still tried to make a sound, and said with a slight tremor that could not be concealed:

"Doctor... I am the child's mother. What happened to my daughter? Is she okay? Please save her!"

The doctor had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes still revealed a subtle gentleness. He spoke slowly:

"After our comprehensive and detailed examination and diagnosis, we can determine that the patient's disease is acute pneumonia. At present, the disease has been effectively controlled, the situation is optimistic, and the problem is not particularly serious."

"That's good." Meng Jia breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor continued, "However, given the recurrence and uncertainty of this disease, the patient needs to stay in the hospital for two days for observation. During this period, if the child has been getting nutrition through breastfeeding, then as a mother, you must pay special attention to your daily diet! Do not eat spicy, greasy or irritating foods at will."

"If you really find it difficult to control the diet, then during this period, you might consider using pure milk instead of breast milk to feed your child. This can ensure that the child can get enough and safe nutrients to the greatest extent."

Hearing this, Meng Jia felt a little relieved and quickly nodded in agreement, with gratitude in her eyes.

She turned and looked at Nan Yifeng, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, including helplessness and determination.

Nan Yifeng also restrained his previous coldness at this moment, looking at Meng Jia with a complicated expression, with mixed feelings in his heart. No matter what? This is also his comrade-in-arms' sister. Even if the child is not his, he can still be regarded as a foster girl!

After the doctor explained all the precautions, he turned around without hesitation and left in a hurry.

Only Meng Jia and Nan Yifeng were left standing there blankly, as if they were under a spell.

Meng Jia's extremely anxious heart had already flown into the ward like a wild horse.

She suddenly turned around and ran towards the ward like the wind.

With a "bang", the door was pushed open forcefully.

The first thing that came into view was a young woman in a white nurse's uniform. She was slender and gentle, as if she was holding the most precious and fragile treasure in the world, carefully holding a baby in her arms.

The little body looked so fragile, as if a breeze could blow it down. The child closed his eyes and quietly nestled in the nurse's warm embrace, which made people feel pity and want to protect this fragile little life.

However, what was even more eye-catching and worrying was that the child was actually connected to an extremely thin infusion tube.

The transparent tube was like a winding thin snake, extending down the child's petite body.

The infusion needle was firmly inserted into her forehead.

This scene was so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at it, and an indescribable pain and pity welled up in one's heart.

Not long ago, the poor little guy was crying and struggling because of the pain.

Her pink little face turned red from holding back her tears, and her tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string, which made people feel very distressed.

But now, perhaps because he was tired of crying, or perhaps because the medicine was gradually taking effect, he finally fell into a deep sleep, with even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a sweet dream.

However, the infusion tube and the needle stuck in the forehead always remind people that this young life is fighting the disease tenaciously.

However, even in her sleep, she seemed to still be able to feel the discomfort in her body, and would occasionally sob softly because of the uneasiness in her dreams. Her pitiful appearance was enough to break one's heart into pieces.

When Meng Jia saw this scene, she felt as if her heart was being violently stirred by a sharp knife. The intense pain came over her in waves like a tide, making it almost unbearable for her.

She staggered, took two steps at a time, and rushed towards the nurse at lightning speed.

When she finally stood in front of the nurse, her originally fair and slender hands began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

She stretched out her hands with all her strength, and carefully yet eagerly took the little life from the nurse's warm arms.

Just as her fingertips touched the child's body, which was as soft as an ordinary human body, a strong emotion suddenly surged into her heart. Meng Jia's eyes turned red in an instant, and tears burst out like a flood, blurring her vision in the blink of an eye.

But even so, she still closed her eyes tightly, refusing to open them at all, because she was afraid that once she opened her eyes, this beautiful scene would disappear like bubbles.

She held the child tightly in her arms, with such force that it seemed as if she wanted to rub the child into her body.

At this moment, she no longer cared about the looks of people around her, nor did she pay attention to any outside voices. The whole world was left with only her and the baby in her arms.

Then, Meng Jia slowly lowered her head, her movements as gentle as the breeze blowing through the flower petals, and then gently placed her tear-stained face on the child's cute pink cheek.

Hot tears slid down her cheeks, dripping drop by drop onto the child's clothes, soon soaking a large area.

Her cries became louder and louder, like waves in a storm, one higher than the other, gushing out continuously from the depths of her throat.

The crying was filled with endless grief and sorrow, and every sob was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts, which moved people; at the same time, it was full of deep despair and helplessness, as if to vent all the pain and grievances that had been accumulated in the heart for a long time at once.

Anyone who saw such a scene would believe without hesitation that she was experiencing great pain at the moment and it was absolutely impossible for her to pretend.

Nan Yifeng stood quietly at the door, his eyes fixed on the crying woman in front of him.

His heart seemed to be tugged by an invisible hand, and he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness. No matter what, this was his comrade-in-arms' niece. Never mind. He didn't want to dwell on it anymore.

He took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm the emotions surging in his heart.

Then, he turned around gently and walked aside silently, leaving Meng Jia enough space so that she could vent the long-pent-up pain and deep worries in her heart without any scruples.

Meng Jia was like a withered lotus in the wind, her body swaying slightly. She raised her head, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, with difficulty and extremely slowly.

With tearful eyes, her gaze passed through layers of mist and finally fixed on Nan Yifeng's handsome yet iceberg-like face.

Her eyes, which were once as bright and moving as the dazzling stars in the night sky, were now completely submerged in surging tears.

Tears were swirling in her eyes, like a pool of sparkling spring water, revealing an endless pitiful look as the waves flowed.

That delicate and helpless look was so adorable that anyone who saw it would be unable to help but feel pity for her and would feel as if their heart was broken into pieces.

It seemed that if someone gently touched her tear-filled eyes, they would be able to see strings of crystal clear, pearl-like tears sliding down her fair and delicate cheeks.

Her lips trembled slightly, like petals shivering in the cold wind, and they opened gently. Then, a burst of crying voice came out of her mouth intermittently, the sound was like the wail of a broken stringed harp, every word was tearful and heartbreaking:

"Yi Feng... all of this... is all my fault! I really shouldn't have been so reckless and impulsive, bringing our child all the way to this place. If it weren't for my stubbornness, how could our child have suffered such unbearable pain and torture? I really regret it now, and my heart is filled with deep guilt and self-blame for my child... I feel that I am really sorry for her..."

Before she finished her words, a new round of tears burst out like a dam bursting, sliding down her fair cheeks, one drop after another, and finally gently falling on the child's small clothes, instantly staining it.

Then, Meng Jia took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down a little, but she still couldn't suppress sobs in her throat from time to time.

She suppressed her inner grief and despair, and continued to sob:

"Forget it, wuwuwuwu... Now that things have come to this, you can just regard me as a vain, money-hungry, vulgar, materialistic woman! Yi Feng, I beg you, I only ask you to generously give me some money, and then be kind enough to let me go, okay?"

Nan Yifeng frowned...

"Yi Feng, I can't stand this kind of life any longer, and the child can't bear it any more... If you insist on not agreeing to my request and insist on forcing me like this, then don't blame me for taking some extreme measures out of desperation! By then, I don't even know what I will become..."

At the end of her speech, her originally clear and pleasant voice suddenly became low and hoarse, as if every word was squeezed out from the depths of her throat.

Although there was a hint of determination in it, like the resolute aura emanating from a person struggling desperately in the dark abyss to grasp the last straw of life; but at the same time, there was more of the deep helplessness that surged like a tide, and the endless despair that seemed like it would never be able to break free.

This complex intertwined emotion made her look like a candle in the wind, shaky and about to fall, as if she would be completely swallowed up by the storm at any time.

Nan Yi Feng,,,,,