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

In the next few days, Xu Xiaoxiao seemed to be forgotten by Fu Yanchen in a corner. Every time she woke up, the morning light had already filtered through the window lattice and sprinkled into the house, but Fu Yanchen's figure had already dissipated like the morning mist, leaving no trace.

She got up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. For some reason, she couldn't help feeling a little lost in her heart, as if the first ray of sunshine in the morning also brought a bit of coolness and quietly invaded her heart. Could it be that she still couldn't forget Fu Yanchen?

No, it shouldn't be like this, she hated Fu Yanchen.

"Baby, your household registration has been settled, and it's time for us, mother and son, to leave."

Xu Xiaoxiao said.

The sun sets and the night comes quietly. The stars dot the inky sky. The moon quietly climbs up the branches and shines on the quiet path. Xu Xiaoxiao lies alone on the bed, tossing and turning. She gets up and walks to the bed, looking outside the villa. It is quiet outside.

It's early morning and Fu Yanchen hasn't come back yet. What is he busy with?

She listened to the occasional rustling sound of the night breeze blowing through the leaves outside the window, and suddenly she missed Fu Yanchen a little. This was how she used to wait for Fu Yanchen to come back, no matter how late it was.

At that time, Fu Yanchen was as busy as he is now, but he would bring her favorite food every night when he came back.

Time and again it was too late and she could not wait any longer, so she would fall asleep. Fu Yanchen would order the servants to keep the food warm and give it to her the next day.

At that time she was happy and cheerful. She closed her eyes and tried to find his trace in her dreams, but it was often in vain, because until late at night and the moon was setting, Fu Yanchen's footsteps still did not sound in the silent night.

She couldn't help but start to wonder what Fu Yanchen was busy with. Was it the turmoil of the world that held him back, or was there some unspeakable secret that deprived him of the time to go home? He was so busy that he couldn't even take care of his children.

Xu Xiaoxiao's heart was full of doubts, but there was also a hint of imperceptible worry.

She wanted to ask him, but every time the thought came to her mind, she hesitated. She shouldn't pay attention to him anymore.

In the past few days, Xu Xiaoxiao's life seemed to be shrouded in an inexplicable emotion. She spent her time waiting and also expected something while spending her time.

Whenever the sun sets and the afterglow fills the cottage, she would always unconsciously walk to the door, staring at the path where Fu Yanchen might return, and pray silently in her heart, hoping that the next time, she would be able to see that familiar figure slowly step into her world in the first rays of sunset.

But I can’t see Fu Yanchen every day.

Ah Su showed up on time every day, and occasionally walked into Xu Xiaoxiao's field of vision with a bit of casualness and concern.

He would still chat with Xu Xiaoxiao, but after going through so many things, they no longer had the carefree conversations they used to have, and their chats were no longer as free and unrestrained.

Asu noticed that Xu Xiaoxiao always seemed a little uneasy recently, and a hint of imperceptible worry occasionally flashed in her eyes.

In fact, Asu understood what Xu Xiaoxiao was thinking. Although he was a boy, he was a thoughtful person. He knew how to find his place in this subtle emotion without appearing abrupt and yet giving just the right comfort.

That evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky a gentle orange. Asu came back and gently knocked on the door of Xu Xiaoxiao's house.

"Who?"

"Xiaoxiao, it's me."

Xu Xiaoxiao put the child in the cradle and opened the door.

When the door opened, he saw Xu Xiaoxiao's slightly haggard but still gentle face, and an indescribable pity welled up in his heart.

"Xiaoxiao, my uncle asked me to bring you some of your favorite snacks, as well as a pot of freshly brewed tea. My uncle's Da Hong Pao is very expensive."

Asu's voice is gentle and magnetic, as if it can smooth out the wrinkles in people's hearts. If Xu Xiaoxiao had not been hurt by Asu several times, she would have thought that this person was good. However, in front of Fu Yanchen, Asu would always choose Fu Yanchen.

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, what are you thinking about?" Asu called a few times.

"What's wrong?" Xu Xiaoxiao reacted and asked.

Asu smiled and handed the tray in his hand to Xu Xiaoxiao, his eyes full of concern.

Xu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then she forced a smile and said softly, "A Su, what are you doing here?"

"My uncle...knows that you like Lian Ji's osmanthus cake, so he asked the store to deliver it to you. I made the tea."

"Thank you, I... don't have any stomach. Is your uncle planning to..." Before she finished her words, her voice was choked with sobs.

Seeing this, Ah Su quickly stepped forward, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted her: "Xiaoxiao, I know what you are thinking. But sometimes, excessive worrying cannot solve the problem. My uncle is a responsible person. Since he has chosen this path, he must have his reasons. All we can do is support him."

Xu Xiaoxiao looked up at Asu, and those encouraging eyes seemed to give her a little strength.

She nodded slightly, her eyes slightly red, but a determined smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In the evening when the setting sun dyed the sky red, Xu Xiaoxiao and Asu sat in the courtyard, sipping tea, eating snacks, and chatting about each other's thoughts.

Although Fu Yanchen has not returned yet, this rare tranquility and companionship has filled Xu Xiaoxiao's heart with unprecedented peace and warmth.

Maybe it's just herself who can't let go.

At three o'clock in the morning, everything was quiet, only the moonlight was like water, quietly falling in the quiet courtyard.

Fu Yanchen's figure quietly appeared in the night, with fatigue and lingering coldness.

He pushed open the door quietly, fearing to disturb everything that was sleeping.

With mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't dare to face Xu Xiaoxiao directly. He walked quietly through the corridor, and every step seemed so heavy and cautious.

Finally, he stopped at the door of the baby's room, which was the warmest and quietest corner of the house.

The soft light of the night light shone through the crack in the door, illuminating his complex and indescribable expression.

Fu Yanchen took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. He saw the baby sleeping peacefully in the small crib. The baby's pink little face looked particularly innocent in the soft light.

He approached gently, afraid that his breathing would disturb the tranquility. He stretched out his hand, and gently touched the baby's soft hair with his fingertips, with a trace of tenderness and care in his eyes.

At this moment, all the fatigue and pressure seemed to have temporarily left him, leaving only the deep attachment to his family in his heart.

He stood there quietly, staring at the baby. However, as the warmth and tranquility gradually spread, a hint of bitterness welled up in Fu Yanchen's heart.

He knew that he owed Xu Xiaoxiao and the baby so much. The guilt and self-blame weighed on his heart like a huge rock, making it difficult for him to let go.

Finally, he turned and left silently without disturbing anyone, leaving behind only a shadow of his back, which gradually faded away into the night.

Some things have to end...