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

At that moment, the room was so quiet that the only sound could be heard was the occasional sound of wind coming from outside the window and the two people's slightly rapid breathing.

Xu Xiaoxiao lowered her head tightly like a frightened deer, and her originally lively eyes flickered as if they had lost focus.

Her hands were like a lost bird, waving wildly in the air, with no idea where to land.

The words that came out of her mouth were as thin as a mosquito, and it was almost impossible to grasp the meaning if you didn't listen carefully.

And in that faint voice, there was even a barely noticeable tremor, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

All I could hear was her mumbling, "Well... the floor is dirty, I'll go clean it up. Also, the clothes I took off yesterday are still piled there and haven't been washed yet, I have to wash them quickly. Just sit here and have a good rest."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up quickly like a gust of wind, but her hasty steps revealed a bit of panic, as if this small space had become a cage from which she could not escape.

Especially when she and Fu Yanchen were alone at this moment, the passage of time seemed to become abnormally slow. Every minute and every second seemed like a torture, making her feel extremely depressed and uncomfortable.

Her heart was like surging waves. She wanted to escape, but at the same time she felt a little reluctant. This complex emotion flowed in her eyes, but she was ultimately unable to express it out loud.

Fu Yanchen sat quietly on the soft and comfortable sofa like a sculpture. His eyes, as deep as a pool of water, never moved away from Xu Xiaoxiao's petite body even a little bit.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoxiao was moving around the room. Her petite figure seemed a little busy, and her movements were slightly clumsy.

However, such a picture was like an extremely sharp dagger that pierced deep into Fu Yanchen's heart, causing him to instantly feel a pain that was difficult to describe in words.

This pain was as if countless fine steel needles were densely piercing his heart, causing all the muscles in his body to involuntarily tense up, as if if he relaxed even a little, the sharp pain would completely engulf him like a tide.

Finally, Fu Yanchen could no longer bear the suffocating silence and the distance between them that seemed as far as mountains and rivers.

He suddenly stood up, his body as fast as lightning. In just one step, he had already crossed in front of Xu Xiaoxiao.

Then, without any hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and snatched the mop from Xu Xiaoxiao's hand in the blink of an eye.

"Xiaoxiao, you..."

Fu Yanchen's voice had taken on a barely noticeable hoarseness, and his eyes were filled with endless love and deep reluctance.

"Can you take a rest first? Seeing you running around like this makes me so sad and distressed. Tomorrow, I will find you an experienced part-time worker. From now on, you don't have to worry about these trivial and complicated housework anymore."

As he spoke, Fu Yanchen slowly raised his left hand and gently held Xu Xiaoxiao's slightly cold and unusually slender little hand.

The moment his palm touched her skin, Fu Yanchen felt his heart skip a beat. At the same time, the pity and love he felt for the woman in front of him grew stronger and deeper.

Xu Xiaoxiao raised her head and her eyes met Fu Yanchen's. At that moment, she seemed to see thousands of words in his eyes, including guilt, care, and that deep and hidden affection.

Her heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, but she forced a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. In that smile, there was too much helplessness and bitterness.

"Fu Yanchen, I... I'm fine. I'm used to doing this kind of work. Why hire someone else? It's a waste of money..."

She said softly, trying to pull her hand back, but found that Fu Yanchen held it tighter.

Inside the house, the light was soft, but it couldn't illuminate the entanglement in the two people's hearts.

Outside the window, the night deepens, as if silently watching this pair of men and women struggling in the whirlpool of emotions.

There was an indescribable atmosphere in the air, which was tense yet carried a hint of imperceptible warmth.

"Xiaoxiao..." Fu Yanchen shook his head helplessly, his eyes falling on her stubborn little face. His heart was full of pity but he could do nothing about it.

He knew that this seemingly weak woman actually had unspeakable tenacity and stubbornness in her bones.

"Let me help you!"

He said softly, his tone firm enough to not be rejected.

After saying that, he turned and walked to the washing machine, gently took out the clothes one by one, and carefully hung them on the clothesline.

The street lights shone through the window onto his focused figure, giving him a layer of warm golden glow.

Then he picked up the broom and started cleaning.

Although his movements were not very skillful, he was extremely serious and did not miss any corner.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood aside, looking at this man who was usually so high and mighty, but was now busy for her, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

At this moment, the kitchen door slowly opened, and Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng walked out one after another.

The two of them subconsciously swept their eyes towards the living room and instantly fixed on a figure.

I saw Fu Yanchen holding a broom, carefully sweeping the dust on the ground.

His tall and upright body seemed a little busy and clumsy at this moment, but his movements revealed a different kind of concentration.

Nan Weiwei's eyes suddenly widened to the extreme, becoming round like two crystal clear gems.

Her mouth opened involuntarily, almost wide enough to fit a whole egg.

The originally delicate face became a little distorted due to excessive shock, which made people laugh.

Nan Yifeng on the side was also shocked, with an expression of disbelief filling his entire face.

He rubbed his eyes hard, as if wanting to confirm that everything he saw was not an illusion.

He murmured to himself, "Is this... is this really Fu Yanchen? Am I dazzled?"

Nan Weiwei, who came to her senses first, couldn't help but exclaimed: "What...what's going on? This is actually Fu Yanchen?"

Her voice was sharp and loud, and the surprise in it was evident.

You know, in her impression, Fu Yanchen has always been that aloof, cold and arrogant man. How could he lower himself to clean the house himself?

Nan Yifeng also immediately echoed: "That's right! Fu Yanchen actually does this kind of work? This is even more incredible than the sun rising from the west!"

As he spoke, he kept shaking his head, obviously still finding it difficult to accept what was happening before his eyes.

At this moment, in addition to surprise, Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng's eyes were filled with burning curiosity.

They stared at Fu Yanchen closely, as if they were looking at a rare treasure, secretly wondering why this usually aloof man would behave so abnormally.

However, in the face of their amazement and confusion, Fu Yanchen just smiled faintly and did not explain further.

That smile was as warm as the spring sun, but at the same time it carried a subtle hint of mystery.

Deep in his heart, he has always had an extremely firm belief that as long as he can see Xiaoxiao's smile blooming like a flower and hear her laughter as clear and sweet as a silver bell, all his efforts and hardships will be worth it.

Even if he has to go through countless setbacks and hardships, even if he has to endure pressure and pain that others can hardly imagine, as long as he can get happiness and joy in return, then all of this is insignificant to him.

At this moment, Nan Yifeng noticed the solemn atmosphere around him, so he coughed lightly and said in a gentle and kind tone:

"Come on, come on, let's stop standing there and eat! We've been busy preparing this sumptuous meal for quite a while, so I'm sure your stomachs must be growling with hunger by now."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was like the warm sunshine in spring, instantly melting the cold atmosphere around him, bringing people a subtle feeling of warmth, as if even the biting coldness around them had been dispelled without a trace.

When Xu Xiaoxiao heard Nan Yifeng's call, she came back to her senses as if awakened from a dream.

She stretched out her slender white fingers and gently smoothed the strands of hair that fell by her ears behind her ears. Then she walked slowly towards the dining table with light steps and sat down gracefully on one of the chairs.

At the same time, Fu Yanchen, who had been quietly cleaning nearby, also stopped what he was doing. He first casually brushed off the dust on his hands, then walked slowly towards the dining table, pulled a chair from the side, and sat down steadily.

Just like this, four people with very different personalities but with close ties to each other sat around this medium-sized dining table.

Although everyone is thinking about their own things or busy with other things at the moment, the whole room is always filled with a rare and harmonious atmosphere that makes people feel comfortable and at ease.

Nan Yifeng smiled, gracefully stretched out his right hand, and slowly picked up the chopsticks neatly placed on the table.

His deep and bright eyes seemed to have an invisible attraction, and they naturally fell on the pretty figure of Nan Weiwei beside him.

I saw the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a smile as gentle as the spring breeze.

Then, he skillfully picked up a piece of dish with tempting color and fragrant aroma with chopsticks - this was one of Nan Weiwei's favorite dishes.

Then, he carefully placed the delicious dish in the bowl in front of Nan Weiwei and said softly:

"Come here, dear Weiwei! Look here, this is specially prepared for you, and it is the one you have always wanted and the one you like the most! Come on, try it quickly, I have been making it carefully for a long time. I wonder if the taste I made today will suit your picky little mouth and unique taste preferences? If there is anything you are not satisfied with, just tell me, I will definitely improve it next time!"

Fu Yanchen, ",,,,,"

Nan Weiwei was originally concentrating on the delicious food in front of her, but when she suddenly heard Nan Yifeng's caring words and saw the favorite dish being delivered to her bowl, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

But soon, a faint blush appeared on her fair and tender cheeks, making her as adorable as a ripe apple.

She raised her head and met Nan Yifeng's doting eyes, with a light of gratitude and happiness flashing in her eyes.

Then, she nodded slightly, smiled sweetly at Nan Yifeng, then gently opened her cherry mouth and carefully took a bite of the dish that was full of affection.

Instantly, a rich and delicious taste spread in her mouth, making her involuntarily let out a sigh of satisfaction: "Mm, it's really delicious! Thank you, Brother Feng..."

Fu Yanchen looked at her Xu Xiaoxiao who was eating with her head down, her eyes filled with Luo Ji.

That quiet look made Fu Yanchen feel even more uncomfortable.

He didn't know why, but every time he saw Xu Xiaoxiao looking so lonely, his heart would involuntarily tighten.

All this is because of him... Otherwise, Xu Xiaoxiao used to be very lively and cheerful.

In the past, he wanted to cheer her up, so he racked his brains to find topics to chat with her.

However, no matter what he said, Xu Xiaoxiao always just responded with a few simple words.

Fu Yanchen looked at Xiaoxiao who was sitting opposite him. Seeing that she was eating her food in small bites, he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

He finally couldn't help but said, "Xiaoxiao, you should eat more too. I feel bad for you because you eat so little."

As he spoke, he stretched out his chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of temptingly colored and fragrant braised pork, and carefully placed it in Xiaoxiao's bowl.

Then he stood up again, picked up the soup spoon, scooped a full spoonful of the steaming chicken soup from the pot, slowly poured it into an exquisite small bowl, and then placed the bowl of fragrant chicken soup steadily in front of Xiaoxiao.

After doing all this, he looked at Xiaoxiao with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness and care.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked up and glanced at the bowl of chicken soup on the table indifferently, but did not touch it.

There was a hint of wariness and hesitation in her eyes, as if there was some secret hidden in the bowl of soup that she dared not touch easily.

Fu Yanchen noticed her actions and immediately understood something.

He sighed secretly, feeling a little guilty.

Once, in order to achieve his goal, he even put drugs in Xu Xiaoxiao's milk. Thinking about that despicable method now, he even felt disgusted with himself.

As for Xu Xiaoxiao, she obviously felt uncomfortable about this and became wary of him.

"Xiaoxiao..." Fu Yanchen spoke softly, trying to break the silence.

There was a hint of apology and pleading in his voice, as if he hoped to get her forgiveness.