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

Chapter 1524 Contradictory Heart

Nan Weiwei had just stepped into the house with her slightly tired body when her cell phone dinged and a message popped up.

She casually threw her bag on the sofa, and while bending down to take off her shoes, she picked up her cell phone and glanced at it.

This glance made her originally relaxed expression instantly tense. It was a message from the private detective: Miss Nan, according to our investigation, there is something fishy about this Chen Donghai.

These simple words were like a heavy rock, pressing on Nan Weiwei's heart.

She slowly straightened up, staring ahead with a somewhat dull look in her eyes, her thoughts beginning to drift uncontrollably.

Chen Donghai, the man who has frequently appeared in his aunt's life recently, is considerate and makes his aunt smile, but what kind of secret is hidden behind it?

Nan frowned slightly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the screen.

She recalled her original intention of commissioning a private detective to investigate Chen Donghai. She felt that her aunt's sudden involvement in this relationship was a bit hasty, and she wanted to learn more about this man so that her aunt could have a peaceful and stable old age. However, she did not expect that the investigation would actually uncover a problem.

She paced back and forth in the living room, her mind a mess.

Should I go and persuade my aunt to break up with Chen Donghai now? Once this thought came to her mind, it was like a seed taking root in her heart, and she couldn't get rid of it.

She knew her aunt's character too well. Once she set her mind on someone, she would give her all and no one could pull her back.

If I rashly try to persuade him now, it will definitely trigger a fierce "battle".

Nan Weiwei imagined the scene of confrontation with her aunt. Her aunt's angry eyes and accusatory words seemed to be right in front of her.

She couldn't help but shudder. She really didn't want to make her relationship with her aunt awkward because of this matter.

After all, her aunt is one of the few relatives she has in this world.

However, if I don’t tell my aunt the truth and let her continue to be immersed in this potentially dangerous relationship, what if Chen Donghai really has some ulterior motives, won’t my aunt be the one who gets hurt in the end?

By then, my aunt might fall into deeper pain. How could I bear to watch that happen?

Nan Weiwei sat on the sofa, holding her head in her hands, and fell into deep confusion.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the city lights flickered in the night, but they could not illuminate the confusion in her heart at the moment.

She knew that she had to make a decision as soon as possible, a difficult decision that would make her aunt face reality while trying not to hurt their relationship.

The time of hesitation seemed to be stretched into an endless thread, and every minute and every second was entangled more and more tightly in Nan Weiwei's heart.

She sat on the slightly worn sofa in the living room, her body unconsciously tensed as her thoughts surged, her hands clasped together, her knuckles slightly white from the force.

Her eyes wandered around the empty living room, but it seemed as if she didn't see anything. The scenes of her aunt and Chen Donghai together kept appearing in her mind. Those seemingly sweet moments seemed to be covered with a thick layer of haze.

She knew very well that once this decision was made, it would be like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, and she had no way of predicting what kind of waves it would cause.

Finally, Nan bit her lower lip slightly, as if she had made some kind of decision.

She slowly picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and her finger hovered over the screen for a moment, as if she was making a final struggle with the fear in her heart.

Then she took a deep breath and began to edit the message that would determine her next move.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of her heart, carrying her anxiety, her worry, and her desire for the truth.

"Is your information accurate? This matter is very important to me. What exactly is wrong with Chen Donghai? Can you explain it more clearly?"

When the last character fell, her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed the send button.

The prompt sound indicating that the message was sent successfully rang, but it did not make Nan Weiwei feel relieved at all.

On the contrary, an even stronger sense of uneasiness came over me.

She stared at the phone screen, as if that would make the private investigator reply faster.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and every second of waiting seemed like torture.

Nan Weiwei began to imagine all sorts of possible responses. Was Chen Donghai having financial problems? Or had he been unfaithful in his past? Or was he hiding something? Each scenario made her heart tighten.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the hustle and bustle of the city came faintly through the window, but it could not distract Nan Weiwei's attention.

She was like an island shrouded in loneliness and worry, waiting for news that would bring light or a darker truth.

She knew that no matter what the private detective replied, she would embark on a road full of unknowns and challenges, and she had no idea at the moment whether the end of this road would bring happiness to her aunt or deeper pain.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, and the flashing light was like a dazzling lightning, instantly splitting Nan Weiwei's already fragile inner defenses.

She seemed to be under a spell, her eyes fixed on the screen, her fingers suspended in mid-air, not daring to click on the message.

When she finally mustered up the courage and her fingertips touched the screen, the private detective's reply was like a heavy hammer, hitting her heart hard.

"Ms. Nan Weiwei, this is not the first or second time we've worked together, and I've never lied to you. You actually already have the answer in your heart, but you're just not willing to believe it."

These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing her self-esteem. She couldn't help but frown, and a bitter feeling welled up in her heart.

"You need it so urgently this time that even if I try my best, it's really difficult to explain to you in detail exactly what problems Chen Donghai has. But one thing is certain, he definitely has a problem, and it's a very serious problem. It's definitely not just a minor glitch or mistake."

These few words were like a cold wind that made her feel cold all over.

A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and the intimate scenes between her aunt and Chen Donghai kept appearing in her mind. Those moments that once seemed beautiful now became blurry and suspicious.

"I know very well that there is a special relationship between Chen Donghai and your aunt. They are dating. Therefore, I think you need to be vigilant and guard against him."

"After all, human hearts are unpredictable, and we can't trust others easily. However, you don't have to worry too much. I will continue to investigate this matter in depth. If there is any new progress, I will contact you as soon as possible, and then we can discuss a solution together."

When she saw the last sentence, Nan Weiwei felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe.

She covered her face with her hands, her body trembling slightly, and a deep feeling of powerlessness surged in her heart.

She began to pace frantically in the living room, and every step felt like stepping on sharp stones, causing her heart to ache.

She imagined all the secrets Chen Donghai might be hiding: was he a fraud? Was he violent?

Or was there a past she couldn't reveal? Every guess was like a poisonous spider, spinning silk in her heart, wrapping her tightly around it.

The night outside the window grew darker, and the city lights flickered in the darkness, but could not bring her any warmth or comfort.

She felt like she was in a dark abyss, surrounded by unknown dangers, and she was alone and helpless.

Nan Weiwei knew that she could no longer sit and wait for death and had to take action as soon as possible.

But how could she tell her aunt? How could she make her aunt believe her without hurting the deep affection between them?

These questions were like a tangled mess, entangled in her mind, causing her to fall into deep anxiety and pain.

She could only hold her phone tightly, not knowing what to do?

After a long time, Nan Weiwei clutched the car keys and walked out of the house with unsteady steps.

The cold metal key hurt her palm, but it was far less painful than the torment she felt in her heart.

She was thinking about going to her aunt to have a good talk and telling her all the possible hidden dangers of Chen Donghai, but when the words came to her lips, it was as if a ball of invisible cotton was blocking her throat and she couldn't spit them out.

So, she could only wander aimlessly on the streets of the city like a lost goose.

The street lights emitted a dim light, stretching her shadow long, as if it was an extension of her inner anxiety.

People were coming and going on the street, each with a smile on their face, but she felt that she was out of tune with this world, as if separated by a layer of transparent glass. She could only watch other people's happiness while she was stuck in the quagmire of fear and unable to extricate herself.

After receiving a reply like that from the private detective, the anxiety in her heart grew wildly like weeds.

Every thought was like a poisonous snake, slithering freely in her mind and gnawing at her sanity.

She kept imagining the various misfortunes that her aunt might encounter if she continued to be with Chen Donghai. Those scenes kept flashing before her eyes like a movie, making her terrified.

Suddenly, the sharp ring of the cell phone broke the dead silence and pulled her out of her painful fantasy.

Like a sleepwalker awakened, she frantically took out her cell phone from her bag. Seeing the name "Nan Yifeng" on the screen, she pressed the answer button with trembling fingers.

"Hello?" Her voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and her mood was extremely low.

That simple word seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and it contained endless fatigue, anxiety and confusion.

She didn't know why Nan Yifeng called at this time. Was it just a simple greeting, or had he already known about Chen Donghai's situation? Her heart was like a little rabbit, jumping up and down non-stop.

At this moment, she really hoped that Nan Yifeng could give her some guidance and help her sort out this mess. But she was also afraid, afraid of hearing some worse news, which would cause her already fragile nerves to suffer another severe blow.

She held the phone tightly, her ears perked up, waiting for Nan Yifeng's voice on the other end of the phone, like a person waiting for salvation in the darkness, looking forward to a ray of light that may never come.

"Weiwei, where are you right now? Didn't I tell you that you weren't feeling well and needed a good rest? That's why I gave you a day off so you could stay home and recuperate. But you're so disobedient! Running around everywhere! What if something unexpected happens?"

Nan Yifeng's voice was full of anxiety, as if one could see him frowning, muttering to her on the other end of the phone while speeding on the way home.

There was no harsh rebuke in his words, but more of a feeling of heartache and worry for her.

"I was worried you'd be hungry, so I put aside all the tedious tasks I was doing and rushed back. I thought I'd see you contentedly enjoying the delicious food I prepared for you, but who knew you'd make me come all the way here in vain! I came back filled with joy, only to find nothing. How can I not be angry?"

There was a hint of helplessness and anger in his words, like an elder gently rebuking a naughty child.

Nan Weiwei seemed to see Nan Yifeng standing in the empty house, looking around, with a look of loss on his face.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze passing over the bustling streets and the hurried crowds, and fell on the towering building not far away.

The building stands like a towering mountain in the center of the city, giving people an unshakable feeling.

Lights were on on every floor of the building, and the warm yellow light shone through the windows, like beams of golden sunlight, falling onto the street.

The light is soft and bright, giving people an inexplicable sense of security and warmth.

She stared at the light, as if she could see people behind the windows, perhaps having dinner with their family, watching TV, or chatting with friends.

The lights are like warm harbors, waiting for tired people to return.

A strong desire surged in her heart, a desire for home and warmth.

The lights seemed to be waving to her, calling her home.

At home, there is the care that Nan Yifeng prepared for her, and that familiar sense of security.

But at this moment, she was wandering outside, making those who cared about her worry.

"OK, I'll be back right away."

Nan Weiwei's voice was a little choked, and those few simple words contained too much emotion.

There was guilt towards Nan Yifeng, regret for running away impulsively, and the desire to return to the warmth of her home immediately.

She started the car and went home. The street lights were still emitting a dim light, but in her eyes, they were like guiding lights.

She quickened her pace and walked towards the tall building with lights on, as if every step brought her closer to warmth and further away from the things that made her anxious.

She knew that when she returned home, with Nan Yifeng around, she might be able to find some courage and ways to deal with Chen Donghai's situation.

When Nan Weiwei dragged her heavy steps into the villa, the warm yellow light instantly enveloped her, but the haze in her heart did not dissipate at all.

The aroma of food wafting from the kitchen should have been a warm invitation, but now it was like a misty cloud, unable to dispel the doubts in her heart.

Nan Yifeng had already finished his work at the dining table, arranging the carefully prepared dishes neatly.

Seeing Nan Weiwei coming back, he felt that Nan Weiwei didn't take care of her body and ran out to play, so he had to teach her a lesson.

He deliberately put on a stern face, as if trying to maintain a serious "parent" demeanor, but he couldn't help but reveal his concern: "Wash your hands and eat, I'm busy later."

"it is good."

Nan Weiwei nodded gently, her voice as soft as a breeze, and her eyes a little wandering.

At this moment, her mind was full of Chen Donghai's affairs and the dilemma of how to talk to her aunt. She had no time to pay attention to Nan Yifeng's pretending to be serious attitude.

She walked into the bathroom in a daze, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

I turned on the faucet and forgot to adjust the water temperature. Clear cold water flowed out and hit the sink, splashing small water droplets.

Nan Weiwei mechanically extended her hands under the water, letting the cold liquid wash over her.

Her thoughts were like a wild horse running wild. Sometimes she thought of the frightening messages from the private detective, sometimes she thought of her aunt's seemingly happy smile when she was with Chen Donghai, and sometimes she thought of the fierce conflict that might ensue if she told her aunt the truth.

Every thought was like a sharp knife, cutting deep wounds in her heart.

Until her hands were soaked in cold water until they lost feeling, the biting cold seemed to penetrate her bones, bringing waves of piercing pain. This sharp pain was like a wake-up call, suddenly exploding in her mind, pulling her out of her chaotic thoughts.

She came back to her senses as if waking from a dream, and her eyes slowly fell on her hands that were red from the cold.

The originally slender and fair fingers were now swollen from the cold, and the skin had taken on a strange red color, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding skin.

She couldn't help but shiver slightly, but this shivering was not due to the cold, but from the fear and anxiety deep in her heart.

She turned off the faucet, wiped her hands roughly with a towel, and then slowly walked out of the bathroom.

Nan Yifeng was already seated at the dining table, looking at her expectantly.

Nan Weiwei forced a smile and sat down at the dining table, but her heart was still drifting far away, floating in the fog surrounding Chen Donghai.

This dinner, which should have been a warm one, now seemed like a silent battle, and she didn't know how to face what was going to happen next.

Nan Yi Feng,,,,