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

Nan Yifeng frowned tightly, as if there were two deep grooves across his forehead, making his originally handsome face look a little cold and serious.

In his deep eyes, a hint of obvious impatience and determination flashed across his face. Then, he moved his lips slightly and said coldly:

"Whatever you want! I'm leaving now. As for the rest, you can think it over slowly by yourself. Don't be too greedy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yifeng suddenly swung his arms vigorously. His wide sleeves suddenly lifted up under this force, creating a slight whirlwind.

Then, without hesitation, he turned around, moved his legs, and walked away quickly with big and determined steps.

His figure gradually walked away, and it seemed that every second he stayed away would make the raging fire of anger in his heart become more intense.

At this moment, Meng Jia seemed to be under a spell. She stood there blankly, staring at Nan Yifeng's back which gradually disappeared at the end of her sight. She was in a trance.

Her mood was extremely complicated, with all kinds of feelings mixed together, including loss, sadness, confusion... It was really difficult to describe it accurately in words.

After a long while, Meng Jia finally let out a long breath as if waking up from a dream.

However, just such a simple breath contained endless emotions - tension and uneasiness, not to mention, there was even a hint of relief that was hardly noticeable.

In the past period of time, she felt that she could hardly hold on any longer.

Because the look that Nan Yifeng revealed when he looked at her was sharper than a knife, as if it could easily pierce through all her carefully woven disguises, reaching the most secret corners of her heart, exposing all those long-hidden secrets.

She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked her chest, as if this could calm her violently beating heart.

As time passed, she finally felt her heartbeat gradually return to its normal rhythm.

At this moment, her mind was like a turbulent sea stirred by strong winds. Countless chaotic and complicated thoughts intertwined and collided with each other, like huge waves rising and falling one after another.

If she had chosen to compromise with the other party just now, then all she would have gotten was a paltry sum of 500,000.

This amount of money was not enough to satisfy her appetite.

But what if...what if the situation is different? Wait! As long as the child in her belly is indeed Nan Yifeng's biological child, then things will change drastically.

A huge fortune of 5 billion will then fall into her hands as easily as taking something out of her pocket.

However, when this thought flashed through her mind, Meng Jia's heart suddenly tightened, and a chill instantly rose up her spine.

Because she knew very well that once Nan Yifeng learned the truth, the consequences would be unimaginable, perhaps even catastrophic.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of situation and punishment she would face at that time.

Five billion in total! The temptation brought by this huge fortune was like an invisible hand that was invisible and intangible but possessed infinite power, tightly grasping her fragile throat, making it impossible for her to break free.

That feeling is like a drowning person being entangled by water plants. The more he tries to get rid of them, the tighter he gets, and he can hardly breathe.

However, at the same time, these 5 billion may not just be a tempting treasure, but more likely to turn into a sharp sword hanging above her head.

The sword was shining with cold light and full of murderous aura, just like the scythe wielded by the god of death. It could fall mercilessly at any time and place, plunging her into an abyss from which there was no escape.

At this moment, she was in deep hesitation, her heart full of contradictions and entanglements.

From time to time, a complex light of struggle and confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes.

The air that should have been flowing around suddenly seemed to condense into a thick solid, pressing down heavily, making people feel extremely depressed and suffocated.

Meng Jia's body trembled slightly, and she raised her head slowly and with difficulty.

She looked up at the boundless, endless horizon, her eyes were empty and lifeless, and she seemed a little lost.

Deep in her heart, she silently pondered: What does all this mean? Is this really a gamble that can change her fate?

Or is it a road of no return from which there is no turning back once you embark on it? Where will your future lead you?

Will he rise to prominence and enjoy wealth and glory, or will he end up in disgrace and lose everything? These questions kept circling in her mind, tormenting her exhausted heart over and over again...

In the end, the huge benefits came like a tide, completely drowning the boat of reason in Meng Jia's heart.

She bit her lower lip tightly until it turned pale, as if to dispel the hesitation and fear in her heart. Finally, she made up her mind and dialed the number of the appraisal agency with trembling fingers.

"Hello, I am... the child's mother. Do you remember me?"

There was a barely perceptible tremor in Meng Jia's voice. She paused deliberately, as if searching for the most appropriate words.

"Remember, is there something?" The voice on the other end was cold.

"Um... hello, I would like to ask, regarding the paternity test that Nan Yifeng and his team sent over last time... what will the final result be? Will it be exactly what I want?"

The other party was silent for a moment, "Wait for the result!"

"Wait, I'm telling you, if you can really fulfill my wish, I'm willing to give you a full 100,000 yuan as a thank you. Can you leave your phone number? I'll give you cash!"

Meng Jia's voice trembled slightly, and there was a hint of nervousness and anticipation in her words.

However, what came from the other end of the phone was a cold and firm response, as if a basin of ice water instantly extinguished the fire of hope that had just ignited in her heart.

The staff member of the appraisal party said in a calm tone without room for negotiation: "Ms. Meng Jia, please don't bribe me. Please understand that as a professional and formal appraisal agency, we always adhere to the principles of rigor, objectivity and fairness in our work. No matter who makes the request, the appraisal results will only present the true situation based on scientific facts and will never be changed due to external factors."

"We have strict professional ethics and related laws and regulations, and we absolutely do not allow anyone to tamper with or forge any appraisal results. As for the remuneration you mentioned, I'm sorry, I personally will never give up my hard-earned job for such a small amount of money."

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone without hesitation.

Only a busy tone echoed in Meng Jia's ears.

Her hand holding the phone dropped limply, her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were full of disbelief and despair.

At this moment, she seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She collapsed to the ground and everything around her became blurry and distant.

The air around seemed to be frozen, so heavy and suffocating.

Meng Jia had mixed feelings, desire for the huge wealth that was about to come, but also fear and anxiety about the truth being exposed.

She knew very well that she could not turn back on this road and could only keep going forward, no matter what fate awaited her.

After hanging up Meng Jia's call, the staff member hesitated for a moment with a complicated expression.

He is fully aware of the importance of this paternity test and his responsibilities as a tester.

However, for some inexplicable reason, he still picked up the phone and dialed the number that he had already memorized.

"Mr. Fu, Meng Jia really just called us. She...she asked us to tamper with the results of the paternity test."

There was a subtle hint of uneasiness in the staff's voice, as if they were waiting for the blame or praise from the owner on the other end of the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Yanchen's voice was low and powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty: "I know, you did a good job."

These few short words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly dispelling most of the anxiety in the staff's hearts.

After Fu Yanchen hung up the phone, he turned his gaze to Nan Yifeng who was sitting on the sofa.

At this time, Nan Yifeng was staring out the window with a solemn and deep expression, as if he was thinking about some important issue.

Fu Yanchen spoke slowly, with a barely perceptible hint of amusement in his tone: "Yi Feng, Meng Jia is getting anxious. It seems that she really wants the 5 billion."

Upon hearing this, Nan Yifeng turned his head slightly and his eyes met Fu Yanchen's.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including disdain for Meng Jia's behavior and anticipation for the coming storm.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and firm: "Since she can no longer hold back, let's ignore her."

Fu Yanchen spoke...