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

Chapter 1617 The Sentimental Fu Yanchen

Even so, Fu Yanchen was still uneasy. That worry grew wildly in his heart like vines, tightly binding every nerve in his body.

On the eve of his departure, he decided to call the housekeeper and Mrs. Hou to the living room to meet him.

As the two stepped into the room, a solemn and dignified atmosphere enveloped them.

His face was as cold and stern as frost, and his eyes were firm and deep, as calm and undisturbed as a still pond.

However, beneath that calm exterior, there seems to be an endless undercurrent of emotions, which cannot help but inspire awe.

He stood in the center of the living room, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes filled with concern and anxiety, and began to explain everything in detail.

Whether it's the texture, feel, and comfort of Xu Xiaoxiao's clothes every day, or the exquisite and just-right ratio of various nutrients in her daily diet—everything is carefully considered and repeatedly pondered.

From the smallest details like the ideal temperature and relative humidity range in a bedroom for maximum comfort, to the biggest concerns like how many hours of deep sleep she needs each night to fully rest and recover her energy, and the intensity of exercise she should engage in during the day for optimal physical and mental health…

All these seemingly trivial yet crucial details were carefully examined and meticulously handled, ensuring their proper arrangement.

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands from time to time, looking so serious that it seemed as if the house would be turned upside down and all sorts of things would happen if he left.

His once calm and serene face now seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, every line revealing deep worry and unease.

His tightly furrowed brows were like two heavy shackles, pressing firmly between his eyebrows, seemingly never to be loosened; his tightly closed lips were pale and weak as if they had lost their moisture, trembling slightly, as if they might let out a sigh or a cry at any moment.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood aside, quietly watching Fu Yanchen, feeling both touched and somewhat amused.

Looking at Fu Yanchen's serious expression, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, her eyes filled with tenderness and love.

She knew that Fu Yanchen was so nervous and worried because he loved her and the baby in her belly so much.

Mrs. Hou smiled and nodded, listening attentively to every word Fu Yanchen said, occasionally adding, "Mr. Fu, don't worry, we will definitely take good care of Xiaoxiao."

Her kind face was full of sincerity, and her eyes revealed her concern for Xu Xiaoxiao and her respect for Fu Yanchen.

Finally, if it weren't for the butler standing by, gently reminding Fu Yanchen, "Sir, we know you're worried, but... look at the time, please pay attention to the time! If you don't hurry up and leave, you'll miss your flight."

This usually elegant and dignified gentleman still indulges in meticulous care and instructions for his family, as if he has become a talkative and loving old mother, constantly nagging about various trivial matters of life without showing any signs of fatigue.

Only then did Fu Yanchen snap out of his daze, as if waking from a deep dream.

He abruptly shut his mouth, then quickly reviewed the important matters he had just been given in his mind, carefully checking for any omissions.

After careful consideration, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that everything was arranged properly without any mistakes or omissions, but his eyes still revealed a trace of lingering attachment.

When they left, Xu Xiaoxiao insisted on seeing him to the front door.

Fu Yanchen was extremely reluctant to part with her, but he couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he could only walk slowly while frequently looking back.

Every few steps he took forward, he would involuntarily stop, his deep and passionate eyes fixed on Xu Xiaoxiao's pretty and lovely face, as if he wanted to imprint her charming appearance deep into the softest and warmest corner of his heart through this beautiful scenery.

He frowned slightly, a deep worry showing between his brows, and gently instructed, "Alright, baby, don't go any further! You're not feeling well, and it's windy and cold outside. Go back inside and warm up, or you'll catch a cold."

"Don't worry, I'll finish up all the odds and ends as soon as possible and come home to be with you. So, you have to stay home and wait for me to come back, okay? Oh, and if you feel unwell at all, be sure to tell Uncle Lin and Aunt Hou right away. Don't try to tough it out on yourself..."

He kept rambling on and on, his words flowing from his thin lips like an endless string of pearls.

Xu Xiaoxiao nodded gently, her eyes slightly red. She stepped forward, gave Fu Yanchen a soft hug, and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. You should also take care of yourself and have a safe journey."

Fu Yanchen hugged her tightly before slowly letting go. He turned and walked step by step toward the door, each step heavy as if carrying the weight of the world's concerns.

Finally, the car carrying Fu Yanchen slowly started, its engine emitting a deep roar, as if it were also expressing its reluctance to part.

The wheels turned slowly, inching forward, gradually increasing their speed.

Xu Xiaoxiao stood at the door, her eyes fixed on the car, not blinking, until the car grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared at the end of the road and could no longer be seen.

She maintained the posture of watching him leave, as if doing so would let Fu Yanchen feel her concern.

Time passed by, second by second, as if it were being stretched out indefinitely.

Finally, after a long yet brief wait, her eyes gradually regained their clarity, and her body began to tremble slightly.

With a long sigh, she slumped into the chair like a deflated balloon.

That long sigh was like a magic key, unlocking the door to the depths of her heart that had been locked for so long.

The tension that had been gripping her for so long finally eased, but at the same time, a strange and eerie emotion crept into her heart, like surging waves crashing against her one after another.

The feeling was initially subtle, like a soft feather gently brushing against her heart, tickling yet carrying a hint of indescribable bittersweetness.

Gradually, this feeling intensified, like a tangled mess, tangling uncontrollably in her heart.

She tried hard to untangle this mess and figure out what kind of emotion it was.

She frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

She began to ponder in her mind where this feeling of emptiness came from.

Suddenly, as if she understood something, her eyes lit up slightly, but quickly dimmed again. If she wasn't mistaken, it was longing.

In this subtle and gradual process, she had already quietly adapted to the life where Fu Yanchen was always by her side.

This feeling was as natural and indispensable as breathing. If one day he were suddenly not by her side, she might feel lost and disoriented. After all, this had been going on for a long time…

She was used to waking up every morning to his gentle smile; used to him carefully picking out the dishes she didn't like during meals; used to him gently supporting her waist and carefully protecting her and the baby in her belly during walks; used to falling asleep in his warm embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat.

But now, with his sudden departure, it's like a painting that was once complete has had a corner torn off, leaving it incomplete.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely; only a few minutes had passed, but for her it felt like an eternity.

Every second felt so heavy, making it impossible for her to ignore the longing that was gradually spreading deep within her heart.

That emotion surged into my heart like a tide, growing ever stronger and deeper.

She missed his voice, his smile, and the familiar scent emanating from him.

This longing grew wildly in her heart like weeds, leaving her somewhat at a loss.

She sighed softly, turned around and slowly walked into the house, each step very light, as if afraid of disturbing this longing.

She sat on the sofa, lost in thought, staring blankly ahead, her mind filled with images of Fu Yanchen.

She knew that the coming period would be an eternity for her, but she could only wait silently for Fu Yanchen to return safely as soon as possible.

Inside the car, the air seemed to freeze due to Fu Yanchen's anxiety.

He sat upright but somewhat stiffly, his hands unconsciously clasping and releasing, his gaze frequently drifting to the phone beside him, as if the phone held a secret code to unlock his worries.

Each glance was filled with anticipation, as if Xu Xiaoxiao's voice would ring out on the phone at any moment.

Lin Nuo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was looking at the scenery outside the window. Sensing the strange atmosphere in the car, she turned her head and saw Fu Yanchen's restless appearance. She asked with concern, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong? You seem a little uneasy."

Fu Yanchen frowned deeply, his originally handsome face now appearing somewhat gloomy due to worry.

His brow was furrowed deeply into a distinct "川" (river) shape, as if this character was a reflection of his inner anxiety and unease.

His deep eyes flickered with concern and anxiety, and his lips were slightly pursed, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with barely concealed urgency: "Lin Nuo, um... I'm really a little worried..."

Looking at the solemn-faced man before him, Lin Nuo couldn't help but feel a little worried, but he still forced himself to be cheerful and said, "It's alright, President Fu. I know that this trip abroad to handle company affairs may encounter some difficulties and challenges, but you have always been a very capable and decisive person."

"And didn't you already say that as long as we work together, there's nothing we can't overcome? So, please believe in yourself and in every member of the team. Now, all you need to do is get to the destination as quickly as possible, stabilize the situation, and then figure out how to deal with any unexpected situations. I believe that with your years of experience and keen insight, you will definitely be able to complete the mission successfully!"

Fu Yanchen gently shook his head, his eyes filled with conflict and reluctance. His furrowed brows showed no sign of easing: "No... I'm not worried about the company, I'm worried about Xiaoxiao. She's pregnant now, and I'll be gone for at least half a month. I'm really afraid something might happen to her at home."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at his phone again, as if he could see Xu Xiaoxiao's current state through the phone.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly seemed to have made up his mind. He leaned forward and asked anxiously, "How much longer until boarding? Is there a chance of flight delays? Should we just turn back? I really want to see Xiaoxiao again!"

He anxiously glanced at his watch, muttering to himself, his heart filled with worry and reluctance to part with Xiaoxiao.

His voice carried a hint of pleading, and his eyes were full of concern for Xu Xiaoxiao. He looked like a father about to leave his child on a long journey, his heart filled with worry and reluctance.

Upon hearing this, Lin Nuo's eyes widened in surprise and helplessness. His mouth opened slightly, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.

He wondered to himself, "How come President Fu, who is usually so decisive and efficient at work, becomes so indecisive and sentimental when it comes to Xu Xiaoxiao?"

But he also understood Fu Yanchen's love for Xu Xiaoxiao, and could only say with a wry smile, "Mr. Fu, well... you see... the flight times were all booked in advance, and we're already in a bit of a rush to get to the airport. If we turn back, we'll definitely miss this flight."

"Right now, the situation at the overseas company is also very urgent. You should prioritize your work. Your wife is being taken care of by the housekeeper and Aunt Hou. They are both elderly, so there shouldn't be any problems. Um, if you're really worried, you can just call or send a message to your wife to reassure her before you board the plane, right?"

After listening to Lin Nuo's words, Fu Yanchen leaned back in his seat and sighed deeply, his eyes filled with helplessness. But he knew in his heart that Lin Nuo was right, and could only silently hope that the plane would take off soon so that he could finish dealing with his affairs abroad and return to Xu Xiaoxiao's side.

Lin Nuo... sigh... where did the ruthless Mr. Fu go? He felt like his boss was cursed, becoming so sentimental.

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