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

Chapter 1646 Torturing Oneself

However, Nan Weiwei tossed and turned in bed, like an ant being roasted in a hot pan, unable to fall asleep no matter what she did.

That feeling of frustration and entanglement was like a tangled mess, twisting and turning in her heart, becoming more and more irritable and restless.

She sat up abruptly, her hair disheveled, with a few strands playfully clinging to her cheeks.

She propped her head up with her hands, staring blankly ahead, her mind replaying the scenes with Nan Yifeng in the car.

The heated arguments and hurtful words flashed before her eyes like movie clips, each scene like a needle piercing her heart.

After thinking for a long time, she suddenly reached for her phone on the bedside table as if she had grasped a lifeline.

She quickly swiped her fingers across the screen, found Xu Xiaoxiao's contact information, and then quickly typed out a brief account of what happened with Nan Yifeng in the car earlier that day before sending it out.

After sending the message, she gripped her phone tightly, staring intently at the screen, as if that would make Xu Xiaoxiao reply quickly.

Xu Xiaoxiao was clearly still awake. Not long after she sent the message, her phone rang.

Nan Weiwei, like a startled fawn, suddenly raised her head and hurriedly picked up her phone to check.

All that could be seen on the screen was a message from Xu Xiaoxiao: "Weiwei, if you really realize you've gone a bit too far, don't be shy about admitting your mistake! Otherwise, you'll definitely feel uneasy all the time~"

Nan Weiwei was secretly delighted. Sure enough, her twin sisters understood her best and knew what she was thinking.

“Weiwei, instead of spending the whole night unable to sleep, why don’t you just apologize sincerely? That way you can at least feel more at ease.”

"Besides, apologizing to Nan Yifeng won't cost you anything. It won't do you any harm. What, does apologizing make you lose a piece of flesh? Even if you do, so what? It's a good way to lose weight."

Nan Weiwei... are they sisters?

"Besides, even if you ultimately choose to separate, it doesn't mean you'll never see each other again. You have mutual friends and family, so you might bump into each other someday! Therefore, giving each other a way out and clearing up the misunderstanding is the wisest thing to do! It won't be awkward when you meet again in the future."

Nan Weiwei looked at the message sent by Xu Xiaoxiao, and her eyes gradually became firm.

She felt that Xu Xiaoxiao made a lot of sense, and that continuing to dwell on it was not a solution; perhaps apologizing was the best way to resolve the issue.

She thought about it and realized that even if she didn't want to talk to Nan Yifeng anymore, she couldn't possibly ignore her parents.

She and Nan Yifeng share relatives, and they will inevitably meet again in the future. If this stalemate continues, how awkward will it be when they meet?

Thinking of this, Nan Wei took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself, and then began to edit an apology message for Nan Yifeng on her phone.

Her fingers hesitated on the screen for a long time, carefully considering each word, afraid of saying something inappropriate again.

Finally, Nan Weiwei bit her lip, as if making a decision, and her fingers quickly tapped on the screen, simply typing a few words: "Um... Nan Yifeng, I'm sorry about what happened during the day... I... I went a bit too far with my words. I hope you won't take it to heart. I didn't mean it that way. You should know I didn't mean it that way." Every word seemed to be squeezed out of her heart with difficulty, carrying her regret and unease.

She stared intently at the screen, her finger hovering over the send button. After a moment's hesitation, she finally took a deep breath and gently pressed the send button.

After sending the message, she felt both relieved and hopeful, as if she had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness.

She eagerly awaited Nan Yifeng's reply, her eyes glued to the phone screen as if trying to see right through it.

Time passed minute by minute, and each second seemed as long as a century.

She began to fidget, picking up her phone to check it every now and then, then putting it down again, her hands constantly twisting the hem of her clothes, her eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.

But as they waited and waited, the phone never rang with that familiar notification sound, and Nan Yifeng's reply did not appear on the screen.

Nan Weiwei's brows gradually furrowed, and a hint of dissatisfaction and grievance appeared on her face.

Nan Yifeng is such an unpredictable guy! She's already humbled herself to apologize to him, so why isn't he willing to give her even the slightest response?

Even if you can't be as gentle, considerate, and understanding as other men, you should at least show some basic attitude!

Even a simple "It's okay" would be fine. That way, she'll know her apology has been accepted and understood, preventing her from feeling guilty and uneasy.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she began to resent Nan Yifeng.

She felt that Nan Yifeng was too cold-hearted. She had already apologized, but he didn't even respond. What kind of attitude was that?

She angrily threw her phone aside, collapsed onto the bed, pulled the covers over her head, and tried to calm herself down.

However, her mind was a tangled mess, and she couldn't untangle it no matter what she did.

Nan Weiwei tossed and turned in bed for a long time, feeling as if a heavy stone was hanging over her heart. The message that Nan Yifeng had not replied to was like a thorn in her side, making her restless.

Unable to resist any longer, she picked up her phone again and rapidly tapped on the screen, sending a message to Xu Xiaoxiao: "What should I do if he doesn't reply to my messages? Is he really angry?"

Every word she uttered conveyed her anxiety and helplessness, as if Xu Xiaoxiao were the savior who could rescue her from dire straits.

Xu Xiaoxiao quickly replied with a concise and straightforward message: "Don't worry about it. As long as you apologized, that's enough. Let Nan Yifeng decide the rest. You've already taken the initiative to reconcile, which is brave enough. Don't push yourself too hard."

Nan Weiwei looked at the message and read it several times. Her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and the tangled mess in her heart seemed to be slowly untangled by Xu Xiaoxiao's words.

She carefully considered Xu Xiaoxiao's words and found them to be very reasonable.

Yes, I have already apologized and tried my best to make up for my mistake. As for whether Nan Yifeng will reply or what he thinks, that is beyond my control.

Having figured this out, Nan Weiwei felt a great weight lifted off her shoulders, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. She casually tossed her phone aside, then, like a lazy cat, snuggled comfortably into bed and soon drifted off to sleep, fast asleep.

No one knew how much time had passed, but suddenly! An unusually sharp and extremely piercing cell phone ringtone exploded without warning in the otherwise quiet room.

Like a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth, it swiftly and unexpectedly yanked Nan Weiwei, who was fast asleep, out of her beautiful and enchanting dream.

At this moment, she was still immersed in that dazed, dizzy, and vague feeling. Her mind was as if it were tightly wrapped in a thick, dense fog, so heavy that she was too dizzy to wake up.

Nan Weiwei also has a flaw: she has an extremely bad temper when she wakes up. If she is suddenly woken up while she is sound asleep, she will turn into a super active volcano about to erupt and overflow with lava, radiating a scorching aura that makes her unapproachable and a strong aggressiveness. She herself will fall into a terrible mood of extreme irritability and rage.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, without even lifting her eyelids, and reflexively reached out a hand to start groping around aimlessly.

Finally, when she touched that familiar shape, she grabbed her phone tightly without thinking!

Immediately afterward, before she could even see who was calling on the caller ID screen, she impatiently pressed the answer button and, without hesitation, launched into a tirade of abuse into the receiver:

"Hello, hello, who is it? What do you want? Are you bored and have nothing better to do? Why are you making these incessant calls in the middle of the night?!"

"Please, can you at least figure out what's going on? Dragging someone out of their sweet dreams this late at night is a despicable act that has no moral bottom line and no sense of social responsibility whatsoever! Is there some earth-shattering, more important than the sky that you have to tell me right now, every second counts?"

Her voice, sharp and high-pitched with anger, echoed in the silent room.

A deep, magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, but it sounded a little hazy and drunk.

The sound was as if shrouded in thick fog, making it difficult to hear the details; one could only feel an intense pressure coming from within.

"I'm here to take your life..." He said this so casually, as if killing was just a trivial matter to him.

However, it was precisely this nonchalant attitude that made the whole sentence full of endless murderous intent and indifference.

Then, another soft laugh rang out, tinged with a hint of sarcasm: What, you have a problem with that? He seemed completely unconcerned about any objections or protests the other party might raise, and even found them somewhat laughable.

His voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a wild arrogance, as if he were deliberately provoking Nan Weiwei.

Nan Weiwei was still in a volatile mood when she heard that familiar yet provocative voice. She immediately woke up and was no longer sleepy. It was like a bucket of cold water being poured over her head, instantly pulling her out of her daze.

She rubbed her eyes, her sleepy eyes widening instantly, filled with surprise and confusion.

She glanced at her phone screen instinctively; it showed 12:50 a.m. At that time, most people should be sound asleep in their warm beds.

She frowned, thinking to herself: Nan Yifeng... must have been drinking with someone again, and he's drunk, otherwise he wouldn't be so inconsiderate. But Fu Yanchen is abroad, so who is he drinking with... could it be... one of those shady women again?

Moreover, calling in the middle of the night and saying such inexplicable and provocative things.

She gripped her phone tightly, her fingers turning slightly white from the force, a nameless anger rising within her, yet also a complex mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

She was both angry that Nan Yifeng had disturbed her sleep in the middle of the night, and also curious about how much he had drunk and why he was like this.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then said irritably to the person on the other end of the phone, "Nan Yifeng, what's wrong with you in the middle of the night? If you've had too much to drink, go home and go to sleep. Don't cause trouble here!"

Although her voice was firm, a closer listener could still detect a hint of worry and concern.

After all, they had so many wonderful memories together, and even though their relationship was a bit complicated now, she didn't want anything to happen to him.

When Nan Weiwei heard Nan Yifeng's drunken and slurred words on the other end of the phone, she felt a strange unease, as if something was bothering her. Her brows furrowed instantly, and she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Weiwei, I'm not going back. It's pointless to go back without you at home."

Nan Weiwei... After a few minutes of silence, she replied, deliberately emphasizing her tone and mimicking Nan Yifeng's coquettish manner, her sarcasm overflowing, "Oh, so you're playing the sentimental card now? Stop with the mushy stuff. What, can't you live without me?"

"yes,,,,"

Nan Weiwei, a mocking smile curving her lips, her eyes full of disdain, continued, "Hehe..." She chuckled lightly, her eyes slightly sarcastic.

"Nan Yifeng, Nan Yifeng, you're really drinking like a maniac! At this rate, it won't be long before you start having health problems! You might be over forty before all sorts of illnesses start afflicting you!"

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips, and said, "Back then, I'd probably still be young. How would I have the time and energy to take care of a sickly old man? So, you'd better take care of yourself and not ruin your health!"

"Do you really think you're young and invincible? You drink like crazy all the time. Your health will suffer sooner or later. Go back and wash up and go to sleep. Don't embarrass yourself in public. You're the president of the Nan Group. Have some self-respect."

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, her voice unconsciously rising a few decibels, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction and anger through this phone call.

As Nan Weiwei spoke, she sat up from the bed, crossed her arms, and glared angrily ahead. Although she couldn't see Nan Yifeng, she could almost picture him drunk and disheveled.

She was both angry and annoyed, angry that he disturbed her sleep in the middle of the night, and annoyed that he didn't take care of his own body.

But amidst her anger, there was also a hint of worry. After all, they had shared so many wonderful times, and she didn't want to see Nan Yifeng ruin his health by drinking.

"slight,,,,"