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

Chapter 1568 Kicked Out of the Bedroom

Xu Xiaoxiao leaned slightly closer to Nan Weiwei, her eyes full of concern and teasing, and spoke softly.

"Weiwei, look at you. You look so listless. It's obvious you're not in a good mood. I think you shouldn't go home today."

"Think about it, Nan Yifeng is in a fit of rage right now. If you go back now, won't you just be asking for trouble? You two might have another big fight, and I really can't imagine what that would be like!"

"I guarantee that once Nan Yi's anger subsides, he will naturally come to you and show his friendliness."

"At that time, he will definitely speak softly and tenderly to you, and you will definitely feel especially comfortable and happy. After all, don't girls like to be pampered?"

After she finished speaking, she winked mischievously.

Nan Weiwei, who was sitting on the sofa with a huff, gripping the cushions tightly with both hands, brightened up when she heard Xu Xiaoxiao's words. She then nodded vigorously, as if to encourage herself.

She moved even more violently, almost twisting the pillow out of shape. Under her rough handling, the pillow's originally smooth surface became wrinkled.

Xu Xiaoxiao,,,,

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I won't go home today. Let's see if he comes looking for me! Humph, I'm not the kind of person who's easily bullied. I have a temper too! If he really cares about me, he'll definitely come looking for me. If he doesn't come looking for me, then it means he doesn't care about me at all, and I don't need to be sad for him anymore."

Nan bit her lip and said stubbornly, looking like a little soldier ready to fight the other party to the end.

She thought to herself that this time she must let Nan Yifeng know that she also has a bottom line, and that she can't always let him get away with his temper. She has to make him take the initiative to coax her.

After a while, Nan Weiwei frowned with some worry and muttered softly, "Xiaoxiao, what if he really doesn't come to find me? Would I have to stay here forever?"

Her eyes revealed a hint of unease and anticipation; she hoped that Nan Yifeng would take the initiative to come to her, but she was also afraid that he really wouldn't.

Xu Xiaoxiao patted Nan Weiwei's hand with a smile and comforted her, "Don't worry, Weiwei. Nan Yifeng cares about you so much, he definitely won't want you to stay here sulking. He'll come sooner or later, maybe he'll call you or come to see you in a little while."

Nan Weiwei felt a little more at ease after hearing Xu Xiaoxiao's words, but she still gripped the pillow tightly and kept glancing at the door, as if she was waiting for Nan Yifeng to appear.

Fu Yanchen was wearing a loose-fitting nightgown with the neckline slightly open, revealing his well-defined collarbones. He casually put his hands in his pockets and slowly strolled to the second-floor corridor.

Originally, he just wanted to get a glass of water to soothe his dry throat and relieve the fatigue from work.

As he reached the corner of the stairs, the conversation between Xu Xiaoxiao and Nan Weiwei downstairs drifted into his ears like a gentle breeze.

"Weiwei, don't go back today. Wait until Nan Yi calms down and comes to you to make amends. That should make you feel better. Don't all girls like to be coaxed?" Xu Xiaoxiao's playful voice came from behind.

Fu Yanchen paused slightly, as if something had gently tugged at his heartstrings.

His gaze followed the gap in the stairs down, and he saw Nan Weiwei nodding vigorously, her face flushed with excitement, her hands unconsciously clutching the cushions on the sofa.

Xu Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, had a smile on her face, her eyes full of teasing and concern.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanchen felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, as if he had been gently pricked by a tiny needle.

He suddenly realized that girls like to be coaxed, but he rarely did.

Those sweet moments that should have belonged to the two of them always seemed to slip away quietly amidst his busyness and neglect.

Downstairs, two women were sitting on the sofa, chatting enthusiastically.

Their topics seemed endless, one after another, ranging from trivial matters of life to interesting things at work, and even their aspirations for the future—encompassing everything.

Their laughter rose and fell, clear and melodious like silver bells, like twinkling stars in the night sky, bringing endless joy and warmth to the home.

The laughter was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes melodious, and sometimes unrestrained; each type was full of vitality and infectiousness, making people unable to help but laugh along.

The laughter pierced through the walls, echoed throughout the room, and may even have reached the ears of the neighbors.

But what does it matter? The laughter is so beautiful, so pure; it fills the home with life and energy, making every corner brighter.

As Fu Yanchen watched this scene, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly. He noticed that compared to the usual somewhat dull atmosphere, his home felt exceptionally warm tonight.

His thoughts drifted back to the past, to before Xu Xiaoxiao's accident, when she was just as cheerful.

Back then, she was like a flower blooming in the sunshine, with a bright and cheerful smile that brought laughter wherever she went.

But later, a sudden change caused her smile to gradually disappear, replaced by silence and melancholy.

Although Xu Xiaoxiao has forgiven him now, there always seems to be an invisible barrier between them.

They didn't have many topics to talk about, and she didn't smile as much anymore.

Every time he tried to get closer and break down that barrier, he never knew where to begin.

Fu Yanchen sighed softly, his gaze falling on Nan Weiwei again.

If Nan Weiwei doesn't leave tonight, given how close Xu Xiaoxiao and Nan Weiwei are, he'll definitely be kicked out of the bedroom by Xu Xiaoxiao again.

Thinking of this, a slight sense of loss welled up in his heart, like a child who had lost his beloved toy.

He stood there, quietly listening to the laughter downstairs, as if feeling that long-lost warmth.

After a long while, he turned around and slowly walked towards the kitchen to pour the glass of water he had originally intended to drink.

This time, however, his steps seemed heavier, and filled with anticipation for the future.

Fu Yanchen returned to his study, squinted slightly, and, using the warm yellow light in the study, looked down again to check the time on the exquisite watch on his wrist. The hands of the watch face steadily pointed to 10:10. The night was deep, and the surroundings were unusually quiet.

He frowned slightly, muttering to himself, "I don't know what Nan Yifeng is up to. It's already this late and he still hasn't come to pick me up."

He turned back to his desk, slowly sat down in the chair, and tapped the keyboard a few times with his slender fingers before deleting the keys, deciding that sending a text message would be more appropriate.

So he opened the chat window with Nan Yifeng, quickly swiped his finger across the screen, typed a message, and sent it: "When are you coming to pick up your fiancée?"

After sending the message, he leaned back in his chair and waited quietly for a reply, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

A moment later, the phone screen lit up with a message from Nan Yifeng. Fu Yanchen quickly picked up the phone and saw the message: "I'm busy. I don't have time to pick her up. Let her come back by herself."

Upon seeing this message, Fu Yanchen frowned even more, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He smirked slightly, feeling annoyed: "What on earth is Nan Yifeng busy with? He doesn't even have time to get his woman home? It's so late at night, how unsafe is it to let a young girl go home alone?"

He picked up his phone again, his finger pausing on the screen for a moment, as if considering how to reply.

In the end, he quickly typed a message and sent it: "You're letting her go home by herself so late at night? Aren't you worried something might happen? Even if you're busy, you can still find some time, right?"

After sending the message, he remained leaning back in his chair, gripping his phone tightly, waiting for Nan Yifeng's response. His expression revealed a hint of worry for Nan Weiwei.

This time, the chat window on the screen seemed to be frozen, and there was no reply from Nan Yifeng.

Fu Yanchen waited for a moment, a hint of anxiety gradually appearing in his eyes. He glanced at the clock on the wall; the minute hand had quietly moved another large division, and time was passing by second by second.

He could no longer contain himself. He stood up from the sofa, walked quickly to the window, picked up his phone from the windowsill, and swiped his fingers across the screen to dial Nan Yifeng's number.

The beeping tone on the other end of the phone felt like a drumbeat striking his heart, making his heart race involuntarily.

The call was quickly connected, and Nan Yifeng's slightly tired yet somewhat cold voice came through: "Hello?"

Fu Yanchen frowned, his tone accusing: "What are you two up to? Can't you talk things out? Why are you making such a fuss? It's so late at night and you're not even picking her up. It's not safe for a girl to be out alone."

Nan Yifeng took a light breath on the other end of the phone, his tone still cold, as if covered with a layer of frost: "It's nothing serious. She's been coming home very late every day lately, it's nothing new. And so far, she hasn't encountered any accidents or troubles, everything is going smoothly."

“She has all her limbs and can move freely. Where she wants to go is entirely up to her own will, so how can I interfere with her freedom? She has her own thoughts and plans, and I can’t treat her like a child, keeping her tied to my side and restricting her movements. Everyone has the right to decide their own lifestyle and schedule, and I should respect her choices.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanchen's anger flared up instantly. He raised his voice and said, "What are you saying? Even if she came home late before, that's no excuse for neglecting her tonight. Anything can happen out there late at night. How can you be so irresponsible as her boyfriend?"

Nan Yifeng was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then said, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. I'm still working overtime at the company and don't have time."

His voice revealed a sense of exhaustion and helplessness, as if he was overwhelmed by the pressure of work and could hardly breathe.

Fu Yanchen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that arguing with Nan Yifeng would not solve the problem.

So he softened his tone and said, "Alright, let her stay at my place tonight! Xiaoxiao misses her too. Let the two sisters have a good chat and clear up their grudges. Don't overwork yourself. No matter how busy you are with work, you need to take care of your health."

A brief "hmm" came from the other end of the phone, followed by a "beep beep" sound as the call ended.

Fu Yanchen slowly put down his phone, gazing at the night view outside the window, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He was worried about the relationship between Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng, but he also hoped that they could reconcile as soon as possible and get back together.

After hanging up Nan Yifeng's call, Fu Yanchen's brows were still slightly furrowed, his mind still preoccupied with the matter between Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng.

However, right now, the most important thing is to arrange a place for Nan Weiwei to stay.

He strode steadily toward Mrs. Hou, who was busy in the living room.

Mrs. Hou was a long-time servant in the family, and she was always meticulous and thoughtful in her work.

Fu Yanchen walked to her side and said softly, "Mrs. Hou, please tidy up the guest room and prepare a comfortable place for you to rest."

Mrs. Hou looked up with a kind smile on her face, nodded and said, "Okay, sir, I'll go and tidy up right away. I'll make sure the guest room is arranged perfectly." After saying that, she turned and walked towards the guest room.

Fu Yanchen stood there, watching Hou's mother's back, and felt a little more at ease.

Then he walked around the living room and checked the time.

He looked up at the second floor and saw Xu Xiaoxiao and Nan Weiwei sitting in the small living room. The two were chatting enthusiastically and occasionally burst into laughter.

Fu Yanchen slowly walked up the stairs to the second floor and arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

He saw Xu Xiaoxiao and Nan Weiwei standing very close together, both with happy smiles on their faces. Nan Weiwei was gesturing wildly, while Xu Xiaoxiao listened attentively and nodded in response from time to time.

Fu Yanchen coughed softly, trying to get their attention.

Xu Xiaoxiao and Nan Weiwei then turned around and saw Fu Yanchen standing at the top of the stairs.

Fu Yanchen frowned slightly, his eyes filled with concern and a reminder, and said, "Xiaoxiao, um... I know you sisters have a good relationship, but isn't it too late today? You're pregnant, have you forgotten what the doctor said? Get some rest."

Xu Xiaoxiao was taken aback when she heard Fu Yanchen's words, and then an apologetic smile appeared on her face.

She gently patted Nan Weiwei's hand and said, "Weiwei, look at me, I was so busy chatting with you that I forgot the time."

Nan smiled and waved her hand, saying, "It's okay, Xiaoxiao. I'm so happy chatting with you that I don't even feel sleepy."

Xu Xiaoxiao stood up, stretched, and said, "But Yan Chen is right. I'm pregnant, so I have to listen to the doctor and get some rest. Weiwei, you can stay here tonight and we'll continue our conversation tomorrow."

Nan Weiwei also stood up, took Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, and said, "Okay, Xiaoxiao, but I..."