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

"Xiaoxiao, you have to be stronger, okay?" Fu Yanchen comforted softly, while pulling out a chair for her.

Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes were red and her voice was trembling slightly, "Brother Yan Chen, I, I really want to be with my grandpa. Our wedding..." She choked up and stopped talking.

Fu Yanchen reached out and gently held her hand, "Xiaoxiao, we can postpone the wedding. The most important thing now is grandpa's health. When he wakes up, we can discuss the wedding, okay?" His His eyes were full of concern, "But you have to promise me that you must take care of your body and don't collapse due to excessive worry."

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded obediently, her eyes never leaving her grandfather's peaceful and pale face.

She sat beside the hospital bed and waited quietly.

It was late at night, and grandpa was still lying quietly, showing no sign of waking up.

Fu Yanchen looked at Xu Xiaoxiao's tired look and advised her distressedly: "Xiaoxiao, you can go to bed and rest. I will guard you here."

But Xu Xiaoxiao shook her head resolutely, "No, I want to stay here with grandpa."

At this moment, Lin Nuo hurriedly opened the door and came in, "Mr. Fu, come out for a moment. It's urgent."

Fu Yanchen frowned and patted Xu Xiaoxiao's shoulder, "I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the ward.

The ward became quiet again, with only the sound of my grandpa's ventilator echoing in the empty room.

Xu Xiaoxiao felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and finally she couldn't resist the sleepiness, so she lay down beside her grandfather's hospital bed and fell into a deep sleep.

"Beep beep beep", that is the sound made by the equipment in the ward. It came quietly like a key, opening the door to Xu Xiaoxiao's dream. At the same time, it also touched the hazy and sleeping memories deep in her heart.

Lu Jingjing, this name is like a bolt of lightning, breaking the boundary between Xu Xiaoxiao's dream and reality.

The car accident, the hamstrings being severed, the kidneys being taken away, the endless darkness and pain in prison, and the series of tortures and sufferings I experienced after being released from prison, and even the loss of two children - these memories are like heavy stones. The pressure on Xu Xiaoxiao's heart made her almost breathless.

In her dream, Xu Xiaoxiao saw herself changing from a lively and cheerful girl to a fool who was exhausted both physically and mentally.

She saw her helplessness and confusion after being hypnotized, the fear and despair that penetrated her bones.

"No..." Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly woke up from her dream, her body trembled suddenly, her eyes widened, as if trying to find a ray of light from the deep darkness.

Memories flooded into her mind, and the forgotten fragments became clear at this moment, and she... remembered them.

Xu Xiaoxiao's bright eyes were burning with raging anger, like meteors streaking across the night sky, short but dazzling.

"Fu Yanchen, you shameless liar!" Her voice echoed in the air, carrying endless pain and disappointment.

The man she once believed in had now become a complete hypocrite in her heart.

Why is Lu Jingjing the third party? Why did Lu Jingjing get involved in their relationship? What kind of car accident caused her to lose her memory? All of this was just a lie carefully woven by Fu Yanchen, like a clever net that bound her tightly.

All this was because of Lu Jingjing, he believed that Lu Jingjing would be like this.

And now, the culprit had shamelessly proposed to marry her, and she was actually pregnant with his child.

What a ridiculous and ridiculous thing!

After everything was revealed, if he didn't reflect and repent, how could he have the dignity to make such a request?

Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think of the good times they had. Those warm and sweet memories have now turned into heart-breaking pain.

When she lost her memory, she had trusted him so much and loved him so deeply, but he responded to her sincerity with lies and betrayal.

She looked up at the sky, trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.

The sky was so vast and deep, as if it could contain all her sadness and anger.

And Fu Yanchen has become an eternal passer-by and enemy in her heart.

Xu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, trying to calm down her excitement. She knew there were many things to do next.

The doctor had just carefully examined grandpa's body. He took off his stethoscope, his tone was full of professional calmness and objectivity, and told Xu Xiaoxiao to pay attention at all times. If grandpa could wake up from his deep coma, it would mean a bright future. vitality.

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded mechanically, but there was a kind of indifference in his eyes, like a lake frozen by the harsh winter. The doctor's brows were slightly frowned, but he just thought that this girl, who was obviously extremely tired, was due to overwork and fatigue. Worried and indifferent.

At the door, Fu Yanchen passed by the doctor in a hurry.

He held a thermos box tightly in his hand, which contained hot chicken soup that he carefully prepared for her, hoping to bring her a little warmth on this cold winter night.

"Mr. Fu, is this for Mrs. Fu?" the little nurse on the side asked curiously.

"Yes." Fu Yanchen nodded, pushed the door open and entered without saying much.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw that Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes, which should have been lively, were filled with scarlet red. The redness was like the sadness after crying, or the embers after anger.

He thought she was just too tired, so he poured a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to her gently.

However, Xu Xiaoxiao just gave him a cold look, took the chicken soup, and poured it on the ground.

Fu Yanchen was stunned, but he didn't get angry. He just thought her hands were slippery and accidentally spilled the chicken soup.

He bent down, ready to pour another bowl for her.

However, Xu Xiaoxiao spoke coldly, "Fu Yanchen, what does it feel like to drink chicken soup lying down? Do you want to try it?"

Her words were like a sharp needle piercing Fu Yanchen's heart. Some scenes scratched his head. Once, in his office, he forced Xu Xiaoxiao to lick the chicken soup on the floor in front of Lu Jingjing.

The thermos box in his hand trembled, then fell, and the chicken soup spilled all over the floor. The originally warm liquid now seemed like the sadness flowing out of his heart.

He looked at her, he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

"Xiaoxiao, you, you, what's wrong with you?"

His eyes widened, and there was a bit of shock and disbelief in his tone, as if his heart was hanging in his throat, and he tentatively uttered a vague question.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood there, her eyes shining with a strange light, like the brightest star in the deep night sky.

She lightly opened her red lips, with a hint of teasing and ridicule in her voice: "Or does Mr. Fu prefer perverted corporal punishment? For example, kneeling at the door and experiencing the feeling of boiling water drenching your body and mind, or being dragged mercilessly by a trailer, After being tortured on the rugged road, maybe the tight beating of the belt can bring back some memories? Or maybe touch your skin with a hot cigarette butt and try the unforgettable pain? "

Every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Fu Yanchen's heart accurately.

He suddenly fell down on the soft sofa, looking at Xu Xiaoxiao with blank eyes, as if he was looking at a complete stranger.

"Xiaoxiao, you, have you remembered? Really?" His voice trembled, with a hint of fear and endless expectation.

"Xiaoxiao, do you really remember?"

There was an indescribable emotion in the air.

An indescribable smile appeared on Xu Xiaoxiao's face. She did not answer, but just stood there quietly, letting time freeze at this moment.

Fu Yanchen, on the other hand, fell into deep contemplation, seeming to be recalling those long-gone past events.

"Smile, smile..."

Under the pale light of the hospital, Xu Xiaoxiao glared angrily, her eyes full of anger and anger, as if to penetrate Fu Yanchen's soul.

The words were like cold arrows, pointing straight to his heart: "Fu Yanchen, why aren't you lying on the hospital bed? Why don't you die? Why do you still have the honor to live?"

Fu Yanchen was there, like an isolated island, surrounded by Xu Xiaoxiao's reproaches like knives.

He seemed to have fallen into an icy lake, and his limbs were soaked in the cold.

He knew that he could not escape or refute. Because, deep in his heart, he had asked himself the same question countless times.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it took him a long time to spit out a few words with difficulty: "Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." This simple apology contained too much helplessness and guilt. He knew that he owed Xu Xiaoxiao too much, and this debt would probably be difficult to repay in his lifetime.

He looked at Xu Xiaoxiao, with complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to explain, to tell her his inner pain and struggle.

But when the words came to her lips, all that was left was the repeated "I'm sorry."

A trace of sadness flashed in Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes, and she turned away, not wanting to look at him again.

And Fu Yanchen could only stand there silently, suffering from the pain and guilt.

He knew that he needed time to make amends and prove his sincerity with actions.

Because some pain cannot be healed by just saying "I'm sorry".

The air in the ward seemed to have frozen, leaving only the sound of the two breathing in the air.

Fu Yanchen's heart was filled with self-blame. He didn't know how to make up for the harm he had done to Ye Xiaoxiao, but he knew that he had to do something.

Because he owed her so much.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. He knew that from now on, he needed to work harder to make up for his past mistakes and regain Ye Xiaoxiao's trust and forgiveness.

He will shoulder this responsibility without hesitation. Because, in his heart, Ye Xiaoxiao was always the most important person, and no matter what happened, he was unwilling to lose her.

"Smile..."