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

"Fu...Fu Yanchen!" Xu Xiaoxiao's voice trembled slightly, like a candle flame swaying in the wind.

She clutched the wooden chair armrests tightly with both hands, and her body bounced up suddenly with excitement.

The eyes that had been drooping suddenly lifted up at this moment, and there was a flash of indescribable light in them, as if after struggling in the darkness for a long time, a ray of light was finally seen - it was the expectation and desire for the person in front of him like the arrival of a savior.

At this moment, her figure looked even thinner and weaker under the dim light of the coffee shop.

However, even for such a seemingly fragile woman, the dependence and trust contained in her eyes are so strong, even more unwavering than ever before.

Looking at the other side, the frown on Fu Yanchen's handsome face began to slowly relax.

It seemed as if his subtle movement had magical power, making the tense and depressing atmosphere around him suddenly become a lot more relaxed.

Then, he walked up to Xu Xiaoxiao with steady steps, then gently stretched out his right hand and patted her shoulder gently but firmly.

At that moment, what was transmitted from his palm was not just simple body temperature, but more of a comfort and endless strength that could be deeply felt without the need for words.

Finally, he said in his deep and magnetic voice: "It's okay, I'm here."

These four simple words were like a ray of warm sunshine that suddenly appeared in spring, easily penetrating layers of dark clouds and shining directly into Xu Xiaoxiao's heart that had long been filled with fear and anxiety, instantly sweeping away all the haze.

Meng Jia's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief, and she thought to herself, "This is simply unbelievable! Hasn't Nan Weiwei always been in love with Nan Yifeng? Why is she so intimate with this strange man now?"

She stared at the two people in front of her intently. She saw them holding hands, and their behavior revealed a tacit understanding and intimacy that was difficult for others to interfere with.

The more Meng Jia watched, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for Nan Yifeng.

If Nan Yifeng saw this scene, he would definitely be greatly disappointed and would probably no longer have the slightest affection for Nan Weiwei.

Just when Meng Jia wanted to ask, she suddenly felt a chill on her back.

She turned her head subconsciously and instantly met a pair of extremely cold eyes.

Those eyes were like an abysmal ice pond, cold, deep and extremely sharp. Just by looking at each other, people had the illusion that all the secrets in their hearts were seen through.

Meng Jia was somewhat at a loss as she was stared at by Fu Yanchen, and an inexplicable fear surged in her heart.

There was confusion and panic in her eyes, and her lips trembled slightly. She seemed to want to say something but was speechless for a moment.

"You...you are...,"

Meng Jia's voice was as thin as a mosquito. She tried hard to search her memory for the familiar face in front of her, but she could not match it with a specific name.

The anxiety and confusion surged into her heart like a tide, making her face even paler.

Seeing this, Fu Yanchen curled up the corner of his mouth into a faint smile. That smile showed his understanding of Meng Jia's reaction, as well as his confidence in what would happen next.

"Let's go, let's find a place to talk." His voice was gentle but firm, leaving no room for doubt.

As he spoke, he gently gestured to Meng Jia to hold the child and follow him. That action revealed an inexplicable sense of security, which made Meng Jia involuntarily want to believe him and follow him.

So, the three of them slowly walked out of this space filled with tense atmosphere.

Their figures gradually disappeared, leaving only the sound of footsteps.

Nan Weiwei watched all this with a frown. What was going on? Fu Yanchen's woman outside came to her house and even had a child. Then she looked at Xu Xiaoxiao, and she didn't seem worried.

this,,,,,

Just halfway through the journey, Meng Jia's originally steady steps suddenly stopped as if under a spell.

Her eyes widened slightly, and a look of sudden enlightenment flashed across them.

It was as if a secret door that had been buried deep in her memory for a long time was finally opened at this moment, and the truth behind the door was revealed before her.

"You...you are Fu...Fu Yanchen, Mr. Fu? That was...she wasn't Nan Weiwei?

"She is my wife, Xu Xiaoxiao."

Meng Jia's voice trembled as it came out of her throat, clearly containing a hint of uncertainty that was difficult to conceal, but at the same time it was also intertwined with a few faint hints of panic.

Obviously, this name was not ordinary to her. She had also heard the story of Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao, but how could the two people be so similar?

At this moment, countless questions flooded Meng Jia's mind like a tide: Why did this man appear here? Why did he come to see her? Was it because she had deliberately made things difficult for Xu Xiaoxiao?

A series of question marks kept circling in her mind, making her feel flustered.

However, after just a moment of thinking, a strong idea occupied her entire mind - escape from here as soon as possible!

Because she knew that the man in front of her named Fu Yanchen was not someone she could afford to provoke.

So, almost out of instinct, Meng Jia began to move her feet involuntarily, trying to distance herself from the other party.

However, just when Meng Jia wanted to turn around and escape, Fu Yanchen seemed to have already seen through her thoughts and did not give her any chance to escape.

He suddenly approached Meng Jia like a ghost, and with his big hands he snatched the child from Meng Jia's arms in the blink of an eye.

The child was still in swaddling clothes, and his tiny body looked so petite and fragile in Fu Yanchen's broad and strong arms, like a delicate flower that could not withstand the ravages of wind and rain.

Fu Yanchen held the child in his arms, his face expressionless, but his eyes revealed an irresistible majesty and confidence.

Then, he took big steps without hesitation, his steps steady and firm, like a confident general leading his troops towards the battlefield of victory.

In the blink of an eye, he had already walked several steps ahead, leaving Meng Jia far behind.

Meng Jia looked at Fu Yanchen's back as he walked away, feeling panic-stricken.

She gritted her teeth helplessly and had to bite the bullet and quickly follow.

At this moment, her mood was mixed. She was deeply worried about her child's safety, and she couldn't help feeling anxious when facing Fu Yanchen.

After all, this man was too powerful and too mysterious for her to understand.

You know, the little girl in Fu Yanchen's arms at this moment is not just an ordinary child to Meng Jia. She is Meng Jia's only bargaining chip against Nan Yifeng.

"Mr. Fu... Mr. Fu! I'm so sorry. I didn't know this lady was your wife! She looked so much like the mistress my boyfriend had found, so I mistakenly thought she was the mistress my philandering boyfriend had found."

Meng Jia explained with a look of horror on her face, her voice trembling a little.

However, at this moment, Fu Yanchen had no intention of paying attention to Meng Jia's explanation. His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He walked straight towards his hotel office without saying a word.

Seeing this, Meng Jia became more and more flustered. She hurriedly followed him, muttering, "Mr. Fu, please believe me, this is a complete misunderstanding! If I had known that she was your wife, I would not have dared to make a random guess even if I had a hundred guts!"

But no matter how much Meng Jia begged, Fu Yanchen turned a deaf ear and did not slow down his pace at all. In this way, the two of them remained silent all the way, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

It was not until he walked into the hotel office that Fu Yanchen finally stopped.

He turned around slowly and looked at Meng Jia expressionlessly, his eyes as cold as ice.

Meng Jia, who was terribly frightened at this time, stood there trembling, not even daring to breathe.

After a moment, Fu Yanchen leaned over slightly and gently handed the child in his arms to Meng Jia.

The whole process is gentle, but it gives people an irresistible sense of majesty.

His eyes were deep and complex, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

"Meng Jia, I didn't expect that you are getting more and more courageous!" Fu Yanchen's deep and powerful voice sounded slowly, like a thunder exploding in Meng Jia's ears. Every word he said hit her heart like a heavy hammer, making her tremble involuntarily.

Fu Yanchen's eyes, as deep as a pool of water, were staring at Meng Jia, with a heart-pounding cold light flashing in them.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous aura, and continued, "You actually dared to sneak into the store to look for Nan Weiwei without telling us, huh? What's wrong? Are you afraid that what you're hiding will be exposed?"

There was a hint of displeasure in his tone, as well as an unquestionable majesty.

After hearing this, Meng Jia's body trembled violently, as if a bolt of lightning exploded in her heart.

She widened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her in disbelief. The doubts and confusion in her heart disappeared in an instant.

So that's it! Nan Yifeng and Fu Yanchen are actually a group of people who are in cahoots with each other!

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile, but that smile seemed to be hit by frost, revealing endless bitterness and deep helplessness.

"Haha, Mr. Fu, you came here to help Nan Yifeng..."

Meng Jia's voice was light and faint, like a candle in the wind, with a barely perceptible hint of self-mockery in it.

She sighed softly, and continued in a gentle and somewhat relieved tone:

"It seems that I can't escape this dilemma today no matter what. After all, the name Fu Yanchen is well-known in our industry, like a mountain crushing an egg, which is daunting. Who dares to touch your tiger whiskers easily?"

At this point, Meng Jia couldn't help but let out another long sigh, with a dull look in her eyes.

"Alas, Mr. Fu, I have come to this point because I have nowhere else to turn. They pushed me too hard and left me with no way out. But for the sake of my child, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, dragons and tigers' dens ahead, I am willing to go through it, even if I have to face a powerful and terrifying opponent like you."

The corners of Fu Yanchen's mouth rose slightly, revealing a chilling sneer that made people shudder, but he said nothing.

At this moment, if he had not considered maintaining a good image in front of Xu Xiaoxiao, this ignorant woman in front of him would have been ruthlessly dealt with by him.

Meng Jia's beautiful face was now filled with anxiety. Her brows were furrowed, her lips were trembling slightly, her eyes were fixed on Mr. Fu in front of her, and she said in a hoarse and anxious voice:

"Mr. Fu, you must know something about this. My poor child has a heart disease and now has pneumonia. He is so seriously ill! His condition is extremely critical. We can't delay even a moment! He must go to the hospital to receive professional treatment. The doctor also gave us a special suggestion, saying that we should go back to our hometown, which will be more beneficial to the child's subsequent physical recovery."

When she said this, Meng Jia's voice obviously began to tremble, and there was a hint of extremely earnestness in her voice, as if she was pouring out the deep helplessness and frustration in her heart to Fu Yanchen in front of her without reservation.

Obviously, she knew in her heart that she had no time to stay here for too long, and waiting for the so-called identification results was impossible.

"Well, sure, no one is stopping you from going back!" Fu Yanchen deliberately ignored her.

Meng Jia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then said: "Mr. Fu, don't you understand what I mean? I don't have the ability to treat her illness, I only want 100 million. This is the guarantee for the child before I leave."

When saying this, Meng Jia's eyes suddenly became extremely firm, as if she had made some kind of decision.

Because she knew very well that if she left empty-handed like this, not only would her future life be in trouble, but her daughter's future would also be full of variables and uncertainties.

Therefore, no matter what difficulties and obstacles she faced, she secretly vowed to do her best to obtain enough money to ensure that she and her daughter would have no worries about food and clothing in the future.

Because only in this way can her always anxious heart be settled a little, and only in this way can she have the courage to turn around and leave resolutely, and completely get rid of this environment that makes her feel extremely depressed and suffocated.

"Mr. Fu, please have mercy! My child's condition cannot be delayed any longer. I cannot wait for the results of the evaluation! If I continue to delay, it will really cost my child his life!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her originally clear and bright eyes were instantly flooded with tears. Crystal clear tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls that had broken off the string.

Those tears were filled with endless anxiety, fear and deep concern for the child's life.

Fu Yanchen,,,,,