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

Chapter 1497 Is it worth it?

Nan Weiwei was extremely anxious and rushed back to the Nan family like lightning.

The Nan family mansion, which was originally neat and tidy with a warm atmosphere, now seemed a little deserted and depressing in her eyes.

She walked hurriedly, her heels tapping rapidly on the floor, making a "thump thump" sound, as if it was her panicked and anxious heartbeat.

As soon as she entered the living room, she saw her parents sitting on the sofa. Her father, Nan Xi, had a serious expression and a furrowed brow, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem; her mother, Du Yunxi, looked haggard, her eyes full of worry and anxiety.

Nan Weiwei didn't even have time to catch her breath before she asked anxiously, "Mom and Dad, is Yi Feng back yet? That news..."

As she spoke, her eyes eagerly turned to her father Nan Xi. In her heart, her father had always been the pillar of the family, and this time, her father was undoubtedly the most innocent person in this matter, yet he was innocently dragged into this turmoil.

Nan Xi slowly raised his head, looking at his daughter's worried face. He shook his head gently, his voice filled with fatigue and helplessness. "He's not back yet, Weiwei. Don't worry about the news. I don't care. I, Nan Xi, am upright and honest. I have nothing to fear from my own shadow. Those groundless rumors can't hurt me at all. As for Yi Feng, this kid has always been loyal and righteous, and he has a strong temper. I'm worried that he might do something stupid in the heat of the moment. Sigh."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh heavily, and the sigh echoed in the quiet living room, as if carrying endless worries.

When his mother, Du Yunxi, heard that Nan Yifeng hadn't returned yet, she sat up straight. Her already worried face was now filled with even more anxiety. She unconsciously clenched her hands, her voice trembling slightly, "He... Yifeng hasn't come back yet, so where could he have gone? I hope nothing happens to this child."

Her eyes searched around the living room, as if she could see Nan Yifeng there.

At this moment, Nan Xi, who had been silent and thoughtful, seemed to suddenly remember something. He sat up straight with a flicker of worry and speculation in his eyes: "Will he... go to settle accounts with his biological father?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the living room instantly became more solemn.

Du Yunxi's face turned pale. Her eyes widened in fear, her lips trembling slightly. "What...what should I do? The situation with his biological father is complicated."

Nan Weiwei's heart tightened. She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes revealing determination and resoluteness: "Mom and Dad, don't worry. I'll go out and find Yi Feng right away. No matter where he goes, I will bring him back."

After saying that, she turned around and ran towards the door. Her resolute back seemed to carry a fearless strength, determined to provide a peaceful sky for her family in this chaotic storm.

Nan Xi and Du Yunxi were extremely anxious and hurriedly followed Nan Weiwei out of the door.

Along the way, the three of them all had solemn expressions, with worries surging in their hearts like a tide.

Outside the car window, the hustle and bustle of the city seemed to have nothing to do with them. Their minds were all on Nan Yifeng's safety.

Soon, they arrived at the villa where Nan Yifeng's biological mother lived.

The villa looks elegant and majestic, but in the eyes of the three people, it looks like a mysterious castle hiding endless dangers.

Nan Weiwei didn't care about anything else and rushed into the house. She saw Nan Yifeng's mother sitting on the sofa in the living room with red and swollen eyes and a haggard look.

Nan Weiwei took two steps at a time and walked up to her, her voice filled with anxiety and urgency: "Auntie, is Yi Feng back?"

Nan Yifeng's mother raised her head, and the moment she saw Nan Weiwei, a hint of relief flashed in her eyes, but then it was replaced by deeper worry.

Her eyes were red, as if she was swept by an invisible storm of sadness, and tears flickered faintly in her eyes, as if they would burst out in the next second.

She nodded gently, her movements showing a bit of weakness and helplessness, and her slightly trembling head seemed to be in great pain and worry.

Her voice was choked with an uncontrollable sob, and every word seemed to be squeezed out with great difficulty from the bottom of her heart. "He's back. In the upstairs study, he... locked the door. His father is inside too. That tightly closed door is like an unbridgeable chasm, isolating me from the outside world."

"I can't get in. I can only stand outside the door anxiously, feeling like a little rabbit jumping around in my heart. I'm so scared. I'm especially afraid of something happening. What if the father and son get into a fierce conflict inside and something happens? What should I do..."

As she spoke, she finally couldn't hold back her tears, which flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto the back of her hand, burning hot.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, feeling a little embarrassed. She forced a slightly apologetic smile, her voice filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, Weiwei... I should have come to see you, but now something like this has happened at home, and you've been dragged into this. Now I have to keep you here worrying about me. I really feel bad."

Her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, her fingers turning white from the force, and her nervous and helpless expression was like a child lost in the dark, unable to find the direction.

From time to time, she looked up in the direction of the study upstairs, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety, and she kept muttering in a low voice: "Please don't let anything happen..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but shed tears again, and her hands helplessly tugged at the corners of her clothes.

Nan Weiwei's heart tightened, and she quickly comforted him, "Auntie, don't say that. The most important thing now is how to stop their conflict from escalating. Let's think of a solution together."

At this time, Nan Xi and Du Yunxi also walked in.

Nan Xi frowned, his eyes revealing determination and composure. He quickly walked up to Nan Yifeng's mother and said softly, "Don't worry, let's go up and take a look at the situation together."

Du Yunxi walked over to Nan Yifeng's mother, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted her softly: "Yes, don't worry too much. Yifeng is a well-behaved child. He will be fine."

The group hurried upstairs and arrived at the door of the study. The door was tightly closed, and through the crack in the door they could faintly hear the sound of a fierce argument coming from inside.

Nan Weiwei's heart suddenly rose to her throat. She slammed the door hard and shouted, "Yi Feng, open the door! Let's talk it over. Don't be impulsive!"

However, there was no response from inside and the quarrel continued.

Nan Xi frowned, thought for a moment, then turned to Nan Weiwei and said, "Weiwei, go find the spare key and see if you can open the door."

Nan nodded slightly and immediately turned around to look for the spare key.

Nan Xi and Du Yunxi stayed at the door of the study, trying to calm the two emotionally agitated people inside with words.

Nan Yifeng's mother leaned against the wall, covering her face with her hands, tears streaming down her face as she murmured to herself, "What should I do..."

Outside the study, there was a tense and depressing atmosphere, as if a storm was about to come.

Nan Xi's face was tense as iron, and the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging, showing his anxiety and worry at the moment.

He knocked hard on the tightly closed door of the study. The "bang bang bang" sounds echoed in the silent corridor, like drumbeats beating in everyone's hearts.

"Yi Feng! Open the door! Let's talk it over nicely. Don't be impulsive! No matter what happens, we'll face it together as a family. Locking you and your son in like this will only make those who care about you more worried!"

His voice was filled with anxiety and earnestness, and every word was filled with concern for his son.

Nan Weiwei hurried over, holding the spare key tightly in her hand, her hair a little messy and sticking to her cheeks, which was caused by her rushing all the way.

She ran to the door breathlessly, her eyes full of anticipation, and quickly inserted the key into the lock.

However, the key turned several times in the lock, but the door didn't budge. "Unfortunately... it's locked from the inside and can't be opened."

There was a hint of despair in her voice, her hands fell down weakly, her eyes instantly became redder, worry flooded her heart like a tide, and there was constant quarreling in it.

"How to do?"

Nan Weiwei looked anxious and helpless, her eyes moving back and forth between Nan Xi and the closed door, as if she could find a way to open the door that way.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes. Her nervous and helpless expression made people feel distressed.

A trace of determination flashed in Nan Xi's eyes. He gritted his teeth and said in a low and firm voice: "Break the door!"

These three words seemed to carry a tremendous force, exploding in this tense atmosphere.

He quickly looked around, his eyes fixed on a fire axe in the corner of the corridor.

He strode over, grabbed the axe, turned around and went back to the door.

The axe in his hands seemed not to be a tool of destruction, but a hope of saving his son.

He raised the axe high, his eyes revealing unquestionable determination, and was ready to smash it hard at the door that separated them from Nan Yifeng.

Just as Nan Xi raised the axe high and the axe blade was about to fall with a cold light, the study door that had been closed for a long time, like a barrier of despair, slowly opened with a creak.

The moment the door opened, a suppressed and violent atmosphere hit me in the face.

Nan Yifeng walked out slowly from behind the door, his figure looking particularly eerie in the dim corridor light.

The suit, which was originally straight and expensive, was now soaked in blood, like a seductive flower blooming in the darkness, which was shocking.

The originally smooth fabric was now dotted with bloodstains, like a strange painting, telling a thrilling story.

Bloodstains meandered down the folds of the suit, as if telling of the fierce conflict that had just occurred.

His hands hung at his sides, the joints were bloody and visibly swollen, as if he had fought a desperate battle with something hard.

Every redness, swelling, and bloodstain was like a mark of the anger and pain in his heart.

Nan Yifeng's face was filled with hostility, his eyes were red, as if two flames of anger were burning in them, and his eyes revealed a kind of madness and determination.

His brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, with an undisguised ferocity.

The originally handsome face now became distorted and terrifying because of the hostility in his heart, which made people shudder.

When the people around him saw his appearance, they were like being cast under a spell. They were suddenly frozen in place, not daring to move.

Their eyes were wide open and their faces showed expressions of astonishment, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

Some people's mouths were wide open enough to fit an egg in, but no sound came out; some people were pale, their bodies were trembling slightly, and they seemed like they would collapse to the ground at any time.

No one dared to step forward to find out what had happened to him. They just stood far away and stared at him with horror.

This kind of Nan Yifeng was too unfamiliar to them. The gentle and elegant man he usually was seemed to have disappeared, replaced by this strange man who was consumed by anger and pain.

Nan Weiwei widened her eyes and covered her mouth in horror, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't dare make a sound.

Nan Xi's hand holding the axe froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with shock and worry.

Du Yunxi was so frightened that her face turned pale as paper and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Nan Yifeng's biological mother's legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, she was supported by the people around her in time.

The entire corridor fell into dead silence, with only Nan Yifeng's heavy breathing echoing in the air, as if it was the last calm before the storm.

Nan Yifeng's mother's hands were tightly gripping the corner of her clothes, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her lips were trembling slightly, as if she had a lot of words that she wanted to say, but was blocked by something invisible, so she could only stand there, hesitant to speak.

Her eyes were full of worry, and she looked into the study from time to time, as if through the half-open door, she could see the person who had worried her for more than twenty years.

Nan Yifeng stood in place, emitting a cold aura, like an iceberg that could not be approached.

"Yi Feng, he..."

He looked at his mother coldly, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment.

After hearing his mother's hidden worry, he spoke in a cold voice, as if coming from an ice cellar: "Don't worry, he's still alive."

His eyes were like two cold arrows, shooting straight at his mother's weathered face.

On my mother's face, the traces of time are as deep as knife cuts, and every wrinkle seems to tell the difficulties and hardships of life.

His tone was full of sarcasm and questioning, as if he wanted to pour out all the dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart.

"Haha, I overestimated him, thinking he could handle this matter properly. After all, he left us so decisively back then. I naively believed he would be responsible enough to face all of this. But what happened? He handled it this way, not only plunging the entire Nan family into such a huge turmoil, but also making my adoptive parents bear this undeserved stigma!"

At the end of his speech, his voice unconsciously rose an octave and he became more and more excited.

He stared at his mother with wide eyes, as if trying to find an answer from her face, an answer that could explain all this.

"Mom, tell me, do you think this man is worth waiting for all these years? He treats us and this family like this, do you think he's really worth it?!"

His question was like a heavy hammer, hitting his mother's heart hard, making her tremble.

Nan Yifeng's mother's body shook slightly, as if these words hit her heart hard.

Her eyes turned red instantly and tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Her eyes were full of contradictions and pain. On the one hand, she felt heartache for Nan Yifeng, and on the other hand, she had complicated emotions towards that man.

After a long time, she slowly spoke, her voice choked with sobs: "Yi Feng, Mom knows you feel wronged, and it hasn't been easy for Mom these years. But he...he is your father after all."

Nan Yifeng sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "Dad? Does he deserve it? Has he ever fulfilled his responsibilities as a father for a single day? Where has he been all these years? Now that something's happened, he's hiding in there like a coward."

Nan Yifeng's mother sighed helplessly, and finally couldn't help but shed tears.

She walked forward and wanted to reach out and touch Nan Yifeng's face, but he dodged sideways.

She looked at Nan Yifeng's resolute back, her heart filled with helplessness and despair.

The entire corridor was filled with a depressing and sad atmosphere, as if an irresolvable storm was quietly brewing.