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

Chapter 1734 Guilt

Xiao Mei's finger hovered above the screen for a long time, her fingertips trembling slightly, before finally landing on that familiar black avatar.

No notes.

A simple period serves as the nickname.

She handed him the phone.

Nan Weiwei took the phone.

The screen still showed the two people's chat box. The last message was a question sent by Xiaomei. The red exclamation mark did not appear. The other party did not delete her as a friend; they simply stopped replying.

Nan Weiwei didn't hesitate and immediately clicked on the voice call.

"beep--"

"beep--"

The monotonous waiting sound echoed in the quiet air, each sound like a heavy hammer blow to Xiaomei's tense nerves.

Xiao Mei stared intently at the phone, her breathing becoming rapid.

No one heard.

Until the busy tone of the automatic disconnection sounded, there was still complete silence on the other end.

Nan Weiwei clicked the call button again, her face expressionless.

The long wait continues.

This time it rang three times before being hung up.

“He won’t answer…” Xiaomei’s voice was choked with sobs as she covered her face with her hands and her shoulders heaved violently. “He’s guilty.”

Nan Weiwei tossed her phone back onto the table with a soft "thud".

The sound made Xiaomei shudder.

"I'm sorry..." Xiaomei looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, tears washing away her light makeup. "Weiwei, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect it to turn out like this, it's all my fault... I... sob sob sob..."

Nan Weiwei leaned back in her chair, looking at the girl in front of her who was crying her eyes out.

Blame?

Pointless.

The deed is done, and she has suffered no loss.

"Will crying solve the problem?" Nan Weiwei pulled out a tissue and handed it over.

Xiao Mei took the tissue and wiped her face haphazardly, but she couldn't wipe away the endless tears.

“Back then…” Xiaomei sobbed, speaking haltingly, “I shouldn’t have believed him. He said he studied design, that he understood our hardships, and that he would chat with me until late at night every day… I really thought I had met a soulmate.”

Nan Weiwei tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

confidant.

There are no such things as unexpected friends in this world; they are all just premeditated attempts to get close to someone.

"Scroll up the chat history," Nan Weiwei said.

Xiao Mei paused for a moment, picked up her phone, unlocked it, and swiped upwards with trembling fingers.

The text on the screen flashed by rapidly.

All of this was just a period of ambiguous concern and seemingly professional guidance, but not long ago this person was still ignoring her.

Nan Weiwei leaned closer for a look.

The dates are within this time period.

This was the most crucial period for them to work on their design drafts.

[Take my advice, this color scheme is too tacky, the judges won't like it.]

[While this structure is novel, the risks are too great. You don't want your hard work to go to waste, do you?]

I'm doing this for your own good, really, don't be so stubborn.

Every word and phrase is an act of suppression.

Nan let out a very soft sneer.

"This is the confidant you were talking about?" She pointed to one of the voice messages. "Open it."

Xiaomei hesitated for a moment, but still clicked on it.

A man's voice rang out, carrying a sense of superiority and a seemingly helpless sigh: "Xiaomei, to be honest, your manuscript... is really mediocre. If you submit it to a competition at this level, I'm afraid you'll be discouraged. I'm only telling you the truth because I consider you a friend; it's garbage, no one would even pick it up if you threw it on the roadside."

The recording has finished playing.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Xiao Mei's face was deathly pale, and her lips trembled as she said, "Back then... back then I really thought he was doing it for my own good. I almost wanted to persuade you to give up."

“Trash?” Nan Weiwei repeated the word.

She turned to look at the bookshelf.

There sat a golden trophy, its light reflecting off the lamps.

That's the gold medal trophy from this competition.

It was obtained in exchange for what that man called "trash".

“He doesn’t want us to participate,” Nan Wei concluded. “Or rather, the people behind him don’t want us to participate.”

Xiao Mei looked up abruptly, her face full of astonishment: "The person behind me?"

Nan Weiwei picked up her phone and opened the man's WeChat Moments.

Visible in three days.

Nothing at all.

But in an earlier chat log, Xiaomei had sent Nanwei a screenshot, which was a landscape photo that the man had occasionally posted, with the caption "Sister's company is really impressive."

They didn't pay any attention at the time.

Looking back now, the outline of that building clearly identified it as Shengshi Group.

"That 'white moonlight' sister you've always been thinking about," Nan Weiwei said to Xiaomei, her voice slow and clear, "she works for Shengshi Group."

Xiao Mei opened her mouth wide, her mind going completely blank.

"Her name is Anya."

Nan Wei uttered the name.

Xiao Mei was completely dumbfounded.

Anya.

A designer who is somewhat well-known in the design world and is always known for her intellectual elegance is actually...

“But…but he said his sister is just an ordinary employee…” Xiaomei argued.

"Ordinary staff?" Nan Wei sneered. "How could an ordinary staff member know our design style so well, and even be able to pinpoint our weaknesses?"

Anya.

Nan Weiwei pictured the woman in her mind.

Always dressed in impeccable business attire, with an impeccable smile on her face, she was like a confidante.

“Weiwei, don’t you already know he’s Anya’s brother? Ask Anya, she’ll definitely know where he is.”

"An Ya would rather die than mention where her brother is, nor would she give any specific information about the town or township. Even though Nan Yifeng said that as long as she revealed where her brother was, he would treat her leniently..."

Nan Weiwei continued, "Actually, I understand. Because once it's mentioned, with Nan Yifeng's methods, it's easy to find out their background. This man is not some inspirational young man from a small town at all. He is a knife in An Ya's hand, specifically used to stab the weaknesses of competitors."

That is, Xiaomei.

Xiao Mei is naive, easily deceived, and full of romantic fantasies.

Xiao Mei felt like the sky was falling.

In her mind, this online friend was perfect.

He was gentle, considerate, and understanding.

He was her only source of emotional support outside of her tedious design work.

She even fantasized about meeting him and imagined all sorts of possibilities for the future.

In the end, it was all fake.

It was a complete scam.

"I'm sorry..." Xiaomei broke down in tears again, "I really didn't know... I thought..."

“You think he’s light, but he’s actually a pit.” Nan Weiwei interrupted her confession.

She doesn't need to apologize.

An apology cannot undo the damage, and although there may be no actual loss, it does not change the facts.

"Xiaomei, this kind of person has no morals and is a terrible person." Nan Weiwei pushed the phone back to Xiaomei. "Don't contact him again. Block him, delete him, treat him like he's dead. Consider this a lesson learned."

Xiao Mei looked at her phone screen.

The black-colored avatar remained silent.

Like a bottomless black hole, it swallowed all her sincerity and trust.

"But..." Xiaomei bit her lower lip, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth, "I'm not reconciled. How dare he play me like this? How dare he belittle our hard work to nothing? And then take our work to the competition. If you hadn't been prepared this time, we... especially you..."

"Because he was afraid we would win, that we would participate in the competition. If we withdrew, or changed our design, they would be all set. But who would have thought... haha."

Nan Weiwei stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

Outside the window, the city lights blaze, bustling yet indifferent.

“He was afraid we would participate in the competition, afraid we would win awards, and afraid we would threaten Anya’s position.”

Nan Wei looked at her reflection in the glass and said, "The more he belittles us, the better our work is. The more he obstructs us, the more guilty they are."

Xiao Mei was stunned.

She had never thought about the problem from this perspective.

It turns out that the "trash" that was belittled to the point of being worthless was actually such a terrifying threat in the eyes of the opponent.

“The gold medal is the best slap in the face.” Nan Wei turned around, her back to the lights outside the window, her whole body shrouded in shadow. “The moment we stood on the podium with the gold medal, his face was already swollen from being slapped.”

Xiao Mei wiped away her tears and sniffed.

She picked up her phone.

This time, her fingers did not tremble.

Open the settings.

Add to blacklist.

Delete a contact.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

After doing all this, she felt completely exhausted and slumped into the chair.

"Weiwei, am I stupid?" Xiaomei muttered to herself, staring at the ceiling.

"It's pretty stupid," Nan Weiwei said mercilessly.

Xiao Mei gave a wry smile.

“But,” Nan Weiwei changed the subject, “you learn from your mistakes. This lesson is one you’ll remember for a lifetime. In the future, when judging people, don’t just listen with your ears, use your brain.”

Xiao Mei nodded emphatically.

"What about Anya..." Xiaomei said with some worry, "Since she's the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, could she have another plan?"

Nan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Anya.

This time, her attempt to use Xiaomei backfired, and they ended up winning the gold medal. Anya certainly won't let this go easily, but what can she do? She's already in a precarious situation herself.

"It's alright, like a grasshopper in autumn, it won't last long." Nan Weiwei straightened her sleeves. "If she doesn't know how to repent and still wants to play, then we'll play along with her."

Just then.

On the table, Nan Weiwei's own phone suddenly lit up.

A new WeChat friend request popped up on the screen.

Nan Weiwei picked up her phone.

The verification message contained only a short line of text, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of provocation.

Congratulations on winning the award, but don't push your luck.

The profile picture is a blooming white lotus flower.

Anya.

Nan Wei stared at the line of text, her fingers gently tracing the edge of the screen.

Did you finally give in and jump out?

Xiao Mei leaned over for a look and immediately gasped: "It's her! This is Anya's private WeChat account. I've seen this profile picture in that man's phone screenshots before!"

Nan Weiwei failed the verification.

She simply took a screenshot and saved it.

Since the other party has willingly offered themselves up for abuse, then she shouldn't blame her for being impolite.

"Weiwei, what should we do?" Xiaomei asked, a little panicked. "Is she declaring war on us?"

"Declare war?" Nan chuckled lightly, casually tossing her phone back onto the table. "She's not worthy."

At best, it was nothing more than a powerless rage born of shame and anger.

The real war is never about empty talk on WeChat.

Rather, it is a battleground of capital, a contest of design, where every move is ruthless and cutthroat.

Nan Weiwei walked to her desk and turned on her computer.

The light from the screen shone on her face.

She pulled up a document.

"Xiao Mei, sue her," Nan Weiwei said.

"Huh?" Xiaomei was still staring blankly at the friend request.

The little red dot for the friend request in the bottom right corner of the screen is still glaringly obvious.

Anya.

Since you've offered your face up.

If I don't hit it, wouldn't I seem very impolite?

Nan Weiwei picked up her phone and accepted the friend request.

Almost immediately, the other party sent a message.

What? Afraid to speak? You rich kids, why, why are you so heartless?

Nan Weiwei did not type.

She sent them the photo of the gold medal trophy directly.

There is no written explanation.

Only the gleaming golden trophy stood out brightly in the dialogue box.

The screen on the other end displays "Typing...".

It took me a long time to type.

Finally, six points were sent over: [...]

Even through the screen, Nan Weiwei could feel Anya's frustrated expression.

It's sure to be amazing.

Nan Weiwei closed the chat window and ignored it.

Ignoring such people is the greatest insult.

Night was falling.

The wind outside seemed to have picked up, rattling against the glass.

Nan Weiwei's phone vibrated again.

It's not WeChat.

It was a text message.

It came from an unknown number.

It was just a short sentence, but it made Nan Weiwei's hands, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stop in mid-air.

He's in his hometown; I'll send you the address.

Immediately afterwards, a detailed location was sent over.

Nan Weiwei...who sent her Anya's brother's address?