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

Chapter 1641 The Motorbike Gang

Nan Yifeng's mother slowly walked to the door, paused slightly, and scanned the surroundings with her eyes, as if carefully confirming something.

After confirming that Xiaomei hadn't secretly followed her out, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her gentle and concerned expression returned to her face.

She turned around and gently took Nan Weiwei's hand. Her hands were warm and strong, conveying a silent sense of reassurance.

She leaned closer to Nan Weiwei, lowered her voice, and her expression became somewhat serious as she slowly said, "Weiwei, there are some things I need to remind you of. I've been observing Xiaomei for a while now, and she's quite scheming. She may seem cheerful and playful with you, but she might be plotting something. You should be careful, or you might end up getting hurt."

As Nan Yifeng's mother spoke, she gently patted Nan Weiwei's hand, her eyes filled with worry and a reminder.

Nan Wei was slightly taken aback, then nodded gently, forcing a smile, and said, "Auntie, I understand."

However, she didn't take those words too seriously.

She and Xiaomei had known each other for several years and had spent many wonderful times together, shopping, chatting, and sharing the joys and sorrows of life.

In her memory, Xiaomei had always been a warm, cheerful, simple and kind girl, not at all the kind of scheming person that Nan Yifeng's mother described.

However, she also understood that Nan Yifeng's mother meant well and said those words out of concern and protection for her.

Seeing Nan Weiwei nod, Nan Yifeng's mother felt a little relieved. She smiled and patted Nan Weiwei's head, saying, "Okay, it's good that you know. Auntie won't say any more. Be careful on your way home... oh no, be careful when you're home alone. Call Auntie if anything happens."

Nan smiled and replied, "Auntie, please be careful on your way. Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."

Nan Yifeng's mother glanced at Nan Weiwei again, her eyes full of affection, and said, "Yes, Auntie will come to see you again tomorrow and bring you some delicious food. Bye-bye." As she spoke, she waved and turned to walk slowly toward the door.

Nan Weiwei stood still and waved, saying, "Bye-bye." Watching Nan Yifeng's mother's figure gradually disappear into the distance, a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Although she didn't take Xiaomei's reminder to heart, she knew that this care and love from her elders was incredibly precious.

What she couldn't have imagined was that, not long after, Xiaomei really...

As Nan Yifeng's mother's figure gradually receded into the distance until she disappeared around the corner of the street, Nan Weiwei slowly withdrew her gaze and dragged her somewhat heavy steps back into the house.

Inside the house, Xiaomei stood in front of the refrigerator, which was crammed full, her eyes wide with amazement and envy.

The refrigerator is filled with exquisitely packaged high-end ingredients, such as imported steaks with a subtle sheen and fresh, succulent salmon, as well as colorful fruits and all kinds of snacks, creating a dazzling array that resembles a small food exhibition.

Xiao Mei slowly turned around, a smile of envy creeping onto her lips. She said with deep emotion, "Weiwei, Auntie really likes you! Look at all the precious gifts she's given you; it shows how much she cares."

"It's rare to find someone as kind and amiable as her. It's just a pity that fate played a cruel trick on you; you almost became a real family. Even though you've parted ways with Nan Yifeng, she still treats you so well. This kindness is truly touching. If it were any other ordinary woman, she probably would have avoided this relationship like the plague."

As Xiaomei spoke, she gently patted Nan Weiwei's shoulder, her gesture full of comfort and encouragement.

Upon hearing Xiao Mei's words, Nan Weiwei's lips curled up slightly, revealing a bitter smile.

She slowly walked to the sofa, sat down helplessly, supported her forehead with her hands, and sighed deeply, her sigh filled with helplessness and entanglement.

"Actually, I feel a lot of psychological pressure from her, Xiaomei."

Nan Wei slowly raised her head, her beautiful and moving eyes filled with endless sorrow and troubles, as gloomy and dark as a sky shrouded in dark clouds.

“I have absolutely no right to accept the deep affection and kindness she has shown me! After all, given the current situation, from any perspective, I am unable to truly give her the corresponding return and repayment.”

"Even so, I am fully aware of and deeply grateful for all the care and love she has shown me over the years. But... alas, I am truly powerless and unable to help her now! I know her feelings... she... hopes I will reconcile with Nan Yifeng and become her daughter-in-law... but..."

As she finished speaking, Nan Weiwei couldn't help but let out a long sigh, her words revealing a deep sense of helplessness.

Nan Weiwei's voice was choked with emotion, and her eyes were slightly red, as if she was about to shed tears at any moment.

She paused, then continued, "Every time I see her bringing a huge pile of things to see me, I feel really bad. I know it's out of concern and affection for me, but this affection feels like an invisible mountain pressing down on me, making it hard for me to breathe."

"I hope it's just a passing fancy... Otherwise... I'll feel bad and guilty," Nan Weiwei murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

Those beautiful, deep eyes were now gleaming with a complex light, a mixture of expectation, helplessness, and bitterness.

As Nan Weiwei spoke, she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, even drawing blood, but she seemed to feel no pain at all.

Her clenched fists revealed the unspeakable struggle and pain deep within her heart—as if she were being torn apart by two powerful forces, leaving her with no choice and unable to make a decision.

Seeing Nan Weiwei's pained expression, Xiao Mei felt a pang of sympathy.

She walked over to Nan Weiwei, sat down gently, put her arm around Nan Weiwei's shoulder, and said, "Weiwei, don't think like that. Auntie is a good person, and her kindness to you is genuine. Maybe time will gradually heal everything, and she will understand your difficulties in the future. Don't put so much pressure on yourself."

Nan leaned slightly on Xiao Mei's shoulder, closed her eyes a little, took a deep breath, and said, "I hope so."

Her voice was soft, like a gentle breeze, carrying a hint of uncertainty and anticipation.

The two quickly tidied up the slightly messy table in the room, put away the items that needed to be stored, and then checked their work documents and personal belongings.

After confirming that everything was in order, they walked to the door side by side. Nan Weiwei reached out and grasped the doorknob, preparing to gently push it open, when a crisp cell phone ringtone suddenly broke the moment of silence.

Nan Weiwei quickly took out her phone from her bag. When she saw that it was Nan Yifeng's mother calling, her heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously thought that her aunt had forgotten something, so she quickly answered the phone and asked in a relaxed tone, "What's wrong, Aunt? Did you forget something? Tell me, and I'll bring it to you."

However, instead of the familiar and gentle response from her aunt, there was a noisy background noise on the other end of the phone, mixed with the painful groans of Nan Yifeng's mother, a sound of pain and helplessness, as if she were suffering great torment.

Nan Weiwei's heart clenched instantly, and the smile on her face vanished, replaced by a look of tension and worry.

Immediately afterward, Nan Yifeng's mother's weak and panicked voice came through the phone: "No... Weiwei, I was hit by a motorcycle. Those motorcyclists were snatchers. They stole my bag and ran away quickly..."

Her voice trembled, filled with obvious fear and pain; each word struck Nan Weiwei's heart like a heavy hammer.

Nan Weiwei's pupils contracted sharply, and her face turned deathly pale. Without thinking, she asked anxiously, "What? Auntie, are you alright? Where are you now?"

Her voice trembled slightly with nervousness, and her hands gripped the phone tightly involuntarily, as if she could send some strength to her aunt on the other end of the line.

On the other end of the phone, Nan Yifeng's mother gasped for breath, her voice growing weaker and weaker: "Ah! It hurts so much! I feel like I fell and hurt my back, and my ankle seems to be twisted too. My body is completely unresponsive, and I can't stand up at all... I'm at the entrance of your community, Weiwei, where are you? I'm so scared! Can you come and help me?" Her voice was choked with sobs, and her helpless appearance seemed to be right in front of Nan Weiwei.

Nan Weiwei felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, the pain almost suffocating her. She reassured the person on the other end of the phone, "Auntie, don't be afraid, I'm coming right away."

He quickly turned around and said to Xiaomei, who was also looking shocked, "Xiaomei, my aunt was hit by a motorcycle gang at the entrance of the community and her bag was stolen. She is injured and can't stand up now. I have to go and see her right away. If you are going to work and it's too late, go ahead and ask for leave for me."

Xiao Mei quickly grabbed Nan Weiwei's arm and said, "Weiwei, I'll go with you. It's okay if we're a little late for work." With that, the two hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the residential area, their steps urgent and flustered, with only one thought in their minds: they hoped that nothing would happen to Auntie.

The two ran frantically, their hearts pounding with anxiety. When they finally arrived at the entrance of the residential area and saw Nan Yifeng's mother, Nan Weiwei's heart felt as if it had been gripped by an invisible hand, the pain almost suffocating her.

The scene before her was even worse than she had imagined. Nan Yifeng's mother was slumped on the ground in a sorry state. Her once elegant and proper clothes were now covered in dust and stains, and her hair was disheveled and scattered around her face. She looked fragile and helpless. She had really fallen hard. Those damned bikers.

Nan Yifeng's mother lay to the side in her high heels, the heels of which had fallen off.

Her once fair ankle was now swelling at an alarming rate! In the blink of an eye, it had become like an inflated balloon, bulging high.

The red color is so vibrant and luscious, like a ripe red apple, tempting yet dangerous.

The skin was so taut and shiny from over-expansion that you could even see the bluish blood vessels and muscle texture underneath—a truly horrifying and shocking sight!

Her hands were weakly supporting her on the ground, her body was trembling slightly, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat that rolled down her cheeks and soaked her collar.

Nan Weiwei rushed forward and knelt beside Nan Yifeng's mother, her voice trembling with tears as she anxiously asked, "Auntie, how are you?"

As she spoke, she carefully reached out her hand, wanting to help Nan Yifeng's mother to her feet.

However, the moment her hand touched Nan Yifeng's mother's body, Nan Yifeng's mother screamed in pain, her face instantly turning ashen white, devoid of any color, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, wetting her hair.

"No... Weiwei, it hurts... it hurts so much, my back hurts so much, it feels like it doesn't belong to me anymore..."

Nan Yifeng's mother groaned in pain, her body trembling uncontrollably, her hands clutching her waist tightly as if to ease the pain.

"Sigh, time waits for no one. When you get old, you're nothing. Look at me when I was young, I could fall anywhere and it wouldn't matter. I could roll down the stairs, dust myself off, and walk away. Now... even a slight fall and I'm like this. I'm useless..."

Her voice was weak and feeble, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out from between her teeth.

Seeing her aunt's pained expression, Nan Weiwei's eyes welled up with tears. She forced back her tears and said in a trembling voice, "Auntie, don't worry, I'll call an ambulance for you and then have your driver come over to help."

As she spoke, she quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket. Her fingers were so nervous that they were almost unresponsive. She finally managed to dial the emergency number and explained the situation to the operator with a sob in her voice.

After hanging up the phone, she quickly contacted Nan Yifeng's mother's driver and said urgently, "Driver, please come to the entrance of the community as soon as possible. My aunt is injured and needs your help."

After arranging everything, she knelt down next to Nan Yifeng's mother again, gently held her hand, and comforted her, "Auntie, hang in there a little longer, the ambulance will be here soon, and the driver is on his way."

Her eyes were full of worry and heartache, as if the one who was injured was her own family member.

Nan Weiwei felt very uncomfortable. Her aunt got into trouble because she came to see her. If anything happened to her because of this, she would never be able to repay the debt for the rest of her life.

Nan Yifeng's mother noticed Nan Weiwei's thoughts and comforted her, "Weiwei...it's alright..."