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

Chapter 1491 Monitoring Blind Spots

Niu Mengmeng only felt that the anger in her chest was like a surging tide, wave after wave, almost swallowing her whole.

She really couldn't stand Chen Lulu's arrogant and domineering attitude any longer. She looked so high and mighty, as if she was the most noble person in the world and everyone else was like an ant.

Niu Mengmeng's eyes slowly swept around the bathroom. The white tiles glowed coldly under the light, and the green plants in the corner looked a little wilted, as if they were also affected by the depressing atmosphere.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had grasped something key. She turned to look at Nan Weiwei, her voice filled with a hint of urgency and expectation: "Weiwei, this is your restaurant. You should know where the blind spots of the surveillance cameras are!"

Nan Weiwei had been standing quietly by the side, with a complicated look in her eyes. When she heard Niu Mengmeng's words, she was slightly startled. Her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something: "Mengmeng, you..."

"I can't stand it!" Niu Mengmeng slammed the sink next to her. The "bang" sound was particularly loud in the quiet bathroom. Her voice became a little sharp because of anger. "A mistress is so arrogant. Do you really think you can do whatever you want?"

As she spoke, she clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if she was about to turn her anger into power and swing it out in the next second.

Xiaomei was standing aside. Seeing Niu Mengmeng's appearance, she was shocked and quickly reached out to grab Niu Mengmeng's arm. Her face was full of worry, and she gently advised: "Mengmeng, don't be impulsive."

Nan Weiwei looked at the scene in front of her, and the corners of her mouth suddenly rose slightly, with a hint of playfulness and cunning in her smile, as if she was planning something interesting.

She spoke slowly, her voice soft but full of unquestionable certainty: "The bathroom is a blind spot for surveillance. In the past, I often came here to do bad things."

When Niu Mengmeng heard this, an evil light flashed in her eyes. The light was like a meteor across the night sky, with a hint of determination and ruthlessness.

She curled up her lips into a wicked smile and said, "Okay." As soon as she finished speaking, she took big strides, clenched her fists, and walked towards Chen Lulu aggressively.

The footsteps, in the silent space, sounded like war drums, beating on Chen Lulu's heart again and again.

Seeing this, Nan Weiwei's smile deepened. She turned and walked to the bathroom door, closing it with a "click". The crisp sound of the door locking seemed to draw an end to the conflict that was about to break out.

Xiaomei stood there, her eyes revealing a bit of panic. Her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, her lips trembling slightly: "Weiwei, Mengmeng, this is not good! What if something happens?"

At this moment, Chen Lulu looked at Niu Mengmeng approaching her, and her face instantly turned pale, like a piece of white paper.

Her body began to retreat uncontrollably, and every step back seemed to exhaust all her strength.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with panic and helplessness, and her voice was trembling with fear: "You, what do you want to do? I... I'm not afraid of you!" But that voice, at this moment, sounded so weak and pale.

Niu Mengmeng rushed to Chen Lulu in a few steps like an enraged lioness, and swung her fist with strong wind towards Chen Lulu without hesitation.

Chen Lulu widened her eyes in horror and instinctively raised her hand to block, but her slender arm seemed so vulnerable under Niu Mengmeng's powerful attack.

With a dull "bang", the fist hit Chen Lulu's arm heavily. She felt a sharp pain and staggered back a few steps.

Nan Weiwei was not to be outdone. Her eyes were as cold as the frost in winter. Her steps were light but with a fierce momentum as she quickly approached Chen Lulu.

She grabbed Chen Lulu's hair and pulled it back hard. Chen Lulu screamed immediately. Her scalp was pulled so hard that it hurt, and her body leaned back uncontrollably.

Nan Weiwei took the opportunity to raise her other hand and slapped Chen Lulu in the face with a loud slap. Chen Lulu's cheek instantly became red and swollen, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Let you be arrogant and become a mistress!"

Niu Mengmeng roared and rushed forward again, kicking Chen Lulu in the stomach.

Chen Lulu groaned from the kick and fell heavily to the ground. She covered her stomach with her hands, curled up into a ball, and groaned in pain.

Xiaomei stood at the bathroom door, her heart pounding and she was so nervous that beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She would put her ear close to the bathroom door from time to time, every day, to see if anyone was coming.

Every time she heard footsteps in the corridor, her body would tremble involuntarily, her hands would clench into fists, and she would whisper, "Don't come, don't come."

Niu Mengmeng and Nan Weiwei showed no intention of stopping. Niu Mengmeng stepped on Chen Lulu's back and said viciously, "What? Weren't you so arrogant just now? Now why are you lying on the ground like a stray dog?"

Chen Lulu struggled to get up, but Niu Mengmeng's feet pressed down on her like a mountain, making her unable to move.

Nan Weiwei squatted down, got close to Chen Lulu's face, and said with a sneer, "Do you think you can take other people's things? Don't you even look at what kind of person you are?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand again and pinched Chen Lulu's face hard a few times, and several red marks immediately appeared on Chen Lulu's face.

At this moment, Xiaomei suddenly heard a clear sound of footsteps coming from the corridor. Her face turned pale and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her throat. She hurriedly turned around and shouted to the inside: "Someone is coming, stop!"

Niu Mengmeng and Nan Weiwei stopped moving when they heard the shout. They looked at each other, and a hint of understanding flashed in their eyes: "Let's finish this quickly." As she said that, she kicked Chen Lulu's legs twice again.

Nan Weiwei also stood up, straightened her clothes, and said coldly: "I'll let you go today, but you should behave yourself from now on."

After saying that, she winked at Niu Mengmeng, and Niu Mengmeng reluctantly let go of her feet and stood aside.

Seeing the footsteps getting closer, Xiaomei was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She kept waving her hands inside: "Hurry, hide!"

Niu Mengmeng and Nan Weiwei quickly hid in the bathroom cubicle, while Xiaomei stood at the door pretending to be calm, trying to hide her inner nervousness.

As the footsteps got closer, a man who looked like a waiter appeared at the bathroom door.

Xiaomei forced a smile and said, "Hello, it's a bit messy inside. My friend accidentally broke her makeup and is cleaning it up."

The waiter looked at Xiaomei in confusion, then remembered that she was the eldest lady's friend, nodded, turned and left.

After the waiter walked away, Xiaomei breathed a sigh of relief, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

She hurried into the bathroom and said to Niu Mengmeng and Nan Weiwei, "It's okay, let's go."

The three of them then hurriedly left the bathroom, leaving Chen Lulu lying on the ground in a dishevel and with a face full of resentment.

Nan Weiwei, Niu Mengmeng and Xiaomei looked calm, as if the fierce conflict in the bathroom just now was just a trivial episode.

They walked steadily back to their seats, sat down leisurely, as if nothing had happened, picked up the cutlery on the table, and continued to enjoy the food slowly and leisurely. They looked so calm, as if nothing in the world could break their leisure at the moment.

Nan Yifeng, who was sitting next to him, was standing tall and straight. He was wearing a well-tailored suit with his tie tied neatly at the collar. He exuded a calm and restrained temperament.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and his gaze swept over Nan Weiwei inconspicuously. Based on his understanding of himself, the girl he raised and his fiancée, he had guessed from her slightly flushed cheeks and eyes that were faintly flashing with excitement that she must have just gone to do something "bad".

At this moment, Chen Lulu covered her face and staggered to Nan Yifeng.

Her hair was a little messy, sticking to her cheeks. Her face was red, swollen and bruised, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. She looked extremely miserable.

Her eyes widened, filled with anger and humiliation, and her voice was tearful, yet she pretended to be tough and said, "Nan Yifeng, your fiancée and her friends beat me, you...you must give me an explanation, otherwise, I will call the police."

Upon hearing this, Nan Yifeng gently put down the knife and fork in his hand, elegantly picked up the tissue beside him, and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth. His movements were calm and unhurried, as if he was dealing with a very ordinary matter.

He slowly raised his head, his deep eyes were calm, yet revealed an irresistible majesty.

He nodded slightly, his tone calm but with unquestionable determination: "Well, call the police."

When Chen Lulu heard this, she was stunned at first, then a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, thinking that Nan Yifeng was finally going to stand on her side.

But before she could be happy for too long, Nan Yifeng's next words were like a bucket of cold water, chilling her from head to toe.

"That way the police can follow the clues and find you and my father's child, and I won't have to worry anymore."

Nan Yifeng's voice remained steady, as if he was just stating an ordinary fact.

Chen Lulu's face turned pale in an instant, like a piece of white paper. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes were full of fear and panic.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't utter a word. Yes, the child was her trump card.

After a long while, Chen Lulu seemed to come back to her senses. She glared at Nan Yifeng fiercely, turned around, covered her face, and left in a hurry. Her back revealed a sense of embarrassment and loneliness, like a defeated rooster.

Nan Yifeng still sat there calmly, continuing to enjoy his dinner, as if nothing had happened.

Nan Yifeng stood up, his posture still as straight as a pine tree, each step he took was steady and powerful, with innate majesty and aura, he walked straight towards Nan Weiwei.

He came to Nan Weiwei's side, leaned down slightly, and his low and magnetic voice rang in Nan Weiwei's ears: "Tell me, what's going on? Are you fighting again?"

Nan Weiwei was enjoying her meal, but when she heard Nan Yifeng's voice, she clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. When she heard Nan Yifeng's voice, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes burning with anger, and she looked like an enraged little lion.

She was so angry that her whole body was shaking, and her voice became sharp with excitement: "Nanjing Feng, do you know how excessive she is? She is so stupid. Do you know what unreasonable demands she made?"

Nan Yifeng... "Girls, please speak politely."

"I can't be polite. She...she, Nan Yifeng, do you know what she wants? She actually wants our Nan family to buy her a villa in a luxurious residential complex. Haha, as for a villa, I'll just buy her a cemetery and bury her there! She doesn't even look at herself for who she is. A lowly mistress who can't even be shown the light of day, yet she dares to ask for such a high price!"

Nan Weiwei became more and more angry as she spoke, her chest heaving violently and her cheeks flushed red with anger.

When she thought of Chen Lulu's arrogant and greedy face, she felt sick and wanted to rush up and teach her a lesson.

Nan Yifeng listened quietly to Nan Weiwei's story, his expression complicated and difficult to read.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure and contemplation flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, he reached out and gently patted Nan Weiwei's shoulder. The action carried a soothing power, as if telling her not to get too excited.

"I'm going back to my mother's place. You don't have to worry about this."

Nan Yifeng's voice was still calm and steady, as if he was handling an ordinary official business.

He... didn't want Nan Weiwei to be involved in this dispute again. After all, she had just attacked out of impulse, and he didn't want to see her get hurt again.

Nan Weiwei was slightly startled when she heard Nan Yifeng's words. The anger in her eyes subsided a little, but she still had a hint of stubbornness in her eyes: "You just let her go like that? She's been so excessive, we can't just let it go like this!"

Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei's unconvinced look, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, that smile was filled with a kind of doting and helplessness: "Don't worry, I won't let her succeed. I'll handle this matter, you just be good and don't act impulsively again."

After saying that, Nan Yifeng turned around and walked out of the restaurant with firm steps, leaving Nan Weiwei sitting there. Looking at his back, although she still felt a little unwilling in her heart, she also knew that since Nan Yifeng said that, he must have his plans.

"Weiwei, Xiaonan won't be angry, right?" Niu Mengmeng was a little worried. She didn't care, but she was afraid that Xiaonan would take his anger out on Nan Weiwei.

"It's okay, Chen Lulu is not his mistress, she is his father's lover." Nan Weiwei explained.

"what?"

"what?"

Niu Mengmeng and Xiaomei opened their mouths wide in disbelief...