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

Chapter 1692 Xiao Mei is in trouble

"That's not right. Xiaomei was just with me. After you called, she answered a call and then left. She didn't say she was going home. Her phone is at home now, which proves she came back and left again. And this strange smell..."

As Nan Weiwei spoke, she frowned slightly, her eyes full of doubt, and gently sniffed the faint scent in the air. "It smells like a kind of imported cigarette. Xiaomei doesn't smoke."

Nan Weiwei's voice carried a hint of unease as she spoke, as if she sensed something unusual about the matter.

Standing to the side, Nan Yifeng heard Nan Weiwei's words and a scene suddenly flashed through his mind.

He remembered the car they had encountered at the entrance of the residential area when they returned.

The car looked expensive and had a very modern design, which he found a bit strange at the time. Now, considering the current situation, he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

"Looks like your friend is really in a relationship," Nan Yifeng said casually, trying to express his thoughts.

Upon hearing Nan Yifeng's words, Nan Weiwei immediately turned her head, a hint of displeasure in her eyes, "Are you going to bring up that car again?"

She was clearly somewhat resistant to Nan Yifeng's sudden mention of cars, feeling that he was either making conversation or deliberately changing the subject.

Nan Yifeng shrugged helplessly and said, "That's the truth. Think about it, Xiaomei answered a phone call and left in a hurry, but left her phone at home. There was also this strange smell of cigarettes at home. Add to that the suspicious car we saw at the entrance of the community, and it's hard not to think that way when you put all of this together."

He tried his best to make his tone calm and rational, hoping to persuade Nan Weiwei.

However, Nan Weiwei was currently experiencing a mix of frustration and worry, and couldn't hear a word Nan Yifeng said. Looking at Nan Yifeng's self-righteous demeanor, her anger flared up instantly.

"Seeing that you've taken your medicine and are almost better, get out!" Nan Weiwei said loudly, walking over to Nan Yifeng and forcefully pushing him toward the door.

Nan Yifeng was caught off guard by Nan Weiwei's sudden action. He staggered a few steps and almost fell.

"Hey, Weiwei, open the door." Nan Yifeng steadied himself while pounding on the door, hoping Nan Weiwei would let him in so he could explain things properly.

He knew that Nan Weiwei was angry and that what she said was just said in anger, but he still didn't want to leave just like that, because he was worried that Nan Weiwei would overthink things if she was alone.

However, Nan Weiwei had already made up her mind and didn't want to pay any attention to Nan Yifeng.

She turned and went back into the house, muttering, "All you do is talk nonsense, stop bothering me."

Then, with a "bang," the bedroom door slammed shut, shutting out Nan Yifeng's shouts.

Nan Yifeng stood at the door, listening to the room gradually quiet down, feeling a sense of helplessness and loss.

He knew his words might have been abrupt and inconsiderate of Nan Weiwei's feelings, but he was genuinely worried about Xiaomei's situation and wanted to analyze it with her. He sighed, turned, and slowly walked down the stairs.

Although Nan Weiwei pushed Nan Yifeng out the door, her mood did not calm down.

She leaned against the bedroom door, listening to Nan Yifeng's departing footsteps, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

On one hand, she was still angry about what Nan Yifeng had just said, feeling that he didn't understand her; on the other hand, she couldn't help but start to worry about Xiaomei.

The strange smell of cigarettes, the cell phone left at home, and the mysterious car all shrouded her mind like a fog, making her feel uneasy and confused.

Nan Weiwei walked to the bedside, slowly sat down, crossed her arms over her chest, and stared blankly ahead.

She didn't know what had happened to Xiaomei; she just hoped it was all a misunderstanding and that Xiaomei would be safe and sound.

Nan Weiwei was preoccupied with worry about Xiaomei all day, and she completely forgot about her original plan to send clothes to Nan Yifeng's mother.

In the afternoon, the unease intensified, and Nan Weiwei fidgeted restlessly in the room.

Various terrifying scenarios kept flashing through her mind. Could Xiaomei have encountered some kind of accident?

Could she have been scammed? The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she even almost picked up her phone to call the police.

Finally, evening arrived, and when she heard the door open, Nan Weiwei felt her heart, which had been hanging in suspense all day, finally settle down with a "thump."

She hurriedly stood up from the sofa, walked quickly to the door, and saw Xiaomei standing there unharmed. Her eyes couldn't help but redden slightly.

"Xiaomei, where have you been? You didn't even bring your phone?" Nan Weiwei asked with a worried look, her voice carrying a hint of reproach, but more so with concern after a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

While changing her shoes, Xiaomei casually replied, "Oh, Lu Feng called and asked me to go with him to meet a client. I was in a rush, so I forgot to bring my phone."

Her tone was relaxed, as if it were just a trivial matter.

"Is that so?" Nan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking Xiao Mei up and down, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

She always felt that things weren't as simple as Xiaomei made them out to be. After all, Xiaomei was usually a very meticulous person and rarely forgot to bring her phone. Besides, how could she explain the strange smell of cigarettes in the house? Lu Feng didn't smoke due to health reasons.

"Of course, Weiwei, don't worry." Xiaomei changed her shoes, walked to Nan Weiwei's side, took her arm, and said with a smile.

Nan Weiwei was not moved by Xiao Mei's smile. She broke free from Xiao Mei's hand, walked to the sofa in the living room, sat down, patted the spot next to her, and gestured for Xiao Mei to sit down as well.

"Xiaomei, I don't think things are that simple. Tell me honestly, where did you go today? And what's with that cigarette smell in the house?"

Nan Weiwei asked with a serious expression, her eyes fixed on Xiaomei, not missing any subtle expression on her face.

Xiao Mei was slightly taken aback, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She sat down next to Nan Weiwei and explained, "Weiwei, I really did go to see a client. The scent you mentioned is from my new perfume. As for forgetting my phone, it's because I was in such a rush when I left that I didn't have time to grab it."

Nan Weiwei listened to Xiaomei's explanation, but still had some doubts.

She pressed on, "So what did you talk about when you met with the client? And why did it take so long?"

Xiao Mei sighed and said, "It's just some business cooperation matters. That client is very picky and has put forward a lot of suggestions for modification to the cooperation plan, so we have been discussing it for a long time and time has passed by without us realizing it."

Looking at Xiaomei's serious expression, Nan Weiwei's doubts lessened slightly, but were not completely eliminated.

"Okay, I hope you're telling the truth. Do you know how worried I was about you today? I almost called the police," Nan Weiwei said, a little annoyed.

Xiao Mei looked apologetic upon hearing this. She hugged Nan Weiwei and said, "Weiwei, I'm sorry for making you worry. I won't do it again. I'll let you know in advance wherever I go, and I'll remember to bring my phone."

Nan Weiwei softened a little at Xiaomei's words: "I hope you can keep your word. If something like this happens again, I'll really be angry."

Xiaomei nodded and said, "Okay, Weiwei. I promise I won't make you worry anymore."

Although Jing Nanwei's doubts had not completely dissipated, seeing Xiao Mei's sincere appearance, she decided not to ask any further questions.

As long as Xiaomei is safe and sound, that's all that matters. And Xiaomei, seeing that Nan Weiwei stopped asking questions, secretly breathed a sigh of relief...