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

Meng Jia's voice was like a thunder, piercing Fu Yanchen's originally quiet and spacious office.

This voice contained endless determination, as if it would not give up until the goal was achieved.

Meng Jia straightened her body and looked directly at Fu Yanchen who was sitting behind the desk without flinching.

Her beautiful eyes were sparkling with a light that could not be ignored, and the firmness and unquestionableness revealed in them made people look sideways.

"Mr. Fu, now that things have come to this, I'll be frank with you. If we can't handle this matter thoroughly and completely today, then I'm really sorry. I'm afraid I have no choice but to go find Nan Weiwei, hehe..."

Meng Jia raised her head slightly, her chin slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth curled upwards as if smiling, revealing a faint but obviously sarcastic arc.

Then, she paused for a moment, and then continued at a leisurely pace:

"In my opinion, Nan Weiwei will definitely show a more generous and decisive side than you two grown men. After all, how many women in this world can calmly tolerate their husbands getting into such complicated and troublesome troubles outside? Don't you think so? After all, it's still a child... Even if there is no child... It is an unchangeable fact that Nan Yifeng and I slept together. She, Nan Weiwei, probably doesn't want to know!"

Just as Meng Jia finished speaking, Fu Yanchen's expression suddenly changed.

His originally calm face suddenly turned gloomy, as if covered by a thick layer of dark clouds.

His two thick, ink-black eyebrows were tightly twisted together, with a deep sunken in the middle, just like carving out a long and deep canyon, which is what people often call the "Chuan-shaped pattern".

At the same time, a fleeting trace of anger flashed across his eyes as deep as the sea, but because it happened so quickly, others would hardly notice this subtle change unless they observed carefully.

He glanced at Meng Jia and muttered to himself: Why did Nan Yifeng provoke such a difficult woman? However, on second thought, this can't be entirely blamed on Nan Yifeng, after all, he was calculated by someone.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down his irritation, and then slowly said, "Meng Jia, you threaten me? Do you think I can do what you want? I tell you, don't think too simply. I will take care of Nan Yifeng's affairs, but you can never do whatever you want."

Hearing this, Meng Jia sneered, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "Mr. Fu, I am not threatening you. I am just stating a fact. You should know that I hold a trump card in my hand. If Nan Yifeng's woman knew about this, what do you think she would think? What would she do?"

Fu Yanchen was silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

He knew that what Meng Jia said was not groundless. If this matter really got out of hand, it would undoubtedly be a huge storm for Nan Yifeng and his woman. He sighed and said slowly: "Meng Jia, what do you want? Name a price. As long as it's not too much, I will consider it."

A hint of pride flashed in Meng Jia's eyes. She knew that she had taken the initiative.

She smiled slightly, opened her mouth slowly, and said a number that surprised Fu Yanchen a little.