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

Chapter 1490: Want a Villa

The seemingly relaxed and happy smile on Chen Lulu's face now quietly rippled slightly, just like a small stone gently breaking the calm surface of a lake, creating layers of subtle and complex ripples.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes showing a hint of pity, but also a hint of stubbornness and threat. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was filled with a bit of coquettishness and resentment.

"I, all alone, came from such a distant foreign country, across the ocean to this strange place. I thought I would have a warm support, but your father refused to even see me."

As she spoke, she bit her lower lip lightly, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was trying her best to endure the grievance in her heart.

She glanced around the somewhat deserted restaurant, looking at the empty tables and chairs. It was so quiet that only the occasional clatter of cutlery could be heard, and she felt increasingly lonely.

She sighed softly, her voice full of helplessness: "Yi Feng, look at this huge place, and it's a place for couples to date. It's so boring for me to eat alone."

"Alas, what I hate most in my life is being alone. I like to be surrounded by people wherever I go. Being alone feels like being abandoned by the whole world."

She raised her head and looked straight at the other person, her eyes showing both expectation and a hint of threat. Her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and her knuckles turned slightly white due to the force.

"I know you hate me in your heart, but that's okay. If you really don't want to accompany me, you can leave now. I won't force you. However, I'll be bored and go find your mother and pour out all my grievances to her. Or, like last time, I'll go directly to the Nan family and let everyone know what kind of person your father is."

After she finished speaking, she raised her chin slightly, with a hint of determination in her eyes, as if telling the other person that she was not someone to be bullied, and if she did not receive the companionship and attention she deserved, she would definitely do something that the other person would not expect.

The surrounding environment was still quiet, but her words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in the air.

Nan Yifeng's face was as cold as a pond, his eyes were like bottomless wells, and his tightly pursed lips revealed an inviolable coldness.

He stood there quietly, his posture as straight as a pine tree, exuding an aloof air that kept people at a distance. He never said a word in response to Chen Lulu's threatening words just now.

His eyes inadvertently flashed with an imperceptible sharpness, and he thought to himself: This woman still thinks that Nan's is the property of his so-called biological father.

She fully believed that with this relationship, she could do whatever she wanted in the Nan family, and her plan went smoothly.

But how could she know that Nan's was actually the Nan family that his adoptive parents left to him and Weiwei with all their hard work, and had nothing to do with his biological father who had never fulfilled any of his responsibilities.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks, covering the complex emotions in his eyes.

At this moment, he didn't want to tell Bai Chenlulu the hidden secret.

He had his own plans in mind, like a far-sighted chess player, quietly laying out his moves on the board, taking every step cautiously and firmly.

He was waiting, waiting for a critical moment.

That time is when he finds the child. The identity of the child is crucial. Once the identity of the child is confirmed, many problems that have troubled him may be solved.

By then, he would no longer need to be subject to the threats and entanglement of the woman in front of him. He would be able to take control of his own life with dignity and protect everything that belonged to him and Weiwei.

The atmosphere around became increasingly oppressive, like the calm before a storm.

Nan Yifeng remained silent, his resolute chin lines tense, as if he was silently accumulating strength, waiting for the coming storm to break through the shackles before him.

The air in the room seemed to be stagnant, and the awkward atmosphere was like thick ink, immersing every inch of the space in depression and dullness.

The two sat facing each other, but there seemed to be a deep abyss between them, and no one took the initiative to break the suffocating silence.

Everything around was eerily quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window adding a touch of loneliness and desolation.

At this moment, Nan Weiwei, Xiaomei, and Niu Mengmeng, who were sitting at the table next to them, seemed to be forced by the oppressive atmosphere. They all stood up and whispered, "Let's go to the bathroom."

The sound was as gentle as falling feathers and quickly dissipated in the heavy air.

Chen Lulu looked at their departing backs, a barely perceptible cunning glint in her eyes.

She moved her body slightly and adjusted her sitting position. It seemed unintentional, but in fact she had already made a plan in her mind.

She stood up calmly, her steps light but with some confidence, and followed Nan Weiwei and the others.

In the corridor of the bathroom, the lights were dim and soft, and the decorative paintings hanging on the wall appeared a little blurry under the light and shadow.

Chen Lulu's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and her heartbeat involuntarily quickened a bit.

When she walked to the sink, she happened to see Nan Weiwei and others standing in front of the mirror.

Nan Weiwei was facing the mirror, carefully applying lipstick, her focused expression as if she was carving a precious work of art.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes showed a hint of charm and confidence.

Xiaomei and Niu Mengmeng stood aside, waiting quietly, occasionally talking in a low voice with a faint smile on their faces.

Chen Lulu's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

She walked gracefully to Nan Weiwei and the others, deliberately raised her voice and said, "What a coincidence, Miss Nan, you are here to eat too."

The voice was clear and pleasant, yet contained a hint of provocation.

When Nan Weiwei heard the voice, she paused in applying lipstick, and a hint of surprise and displeasure flashed in her eyes.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Chen Lulu through the mirror. Her eyes were cold and sharp, as if she wanted to see through Chen Lulu.

Xiaomei and Niu Mengmeng also turned their heads with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Yeah, what a coincidence." Nan Weiwei responded coldly, with a hint of alienation in her tone.

She put the lipstick into her bag, turned around, and looked directly into Chen Lulu's eyes. There was a faint sneer on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes showed a bit of disdain and provocation. She slowly spoke, her voice crisp but with a sting: "Coincidence, what a coincidence, I'm coming to my house for dinner, is there any problem?"

The tone was as if questioning a person who was making unreasonable demands, with an inherent arrogance.

When Chen Lulu heard this, she raised her head slightly and a faint smile appeared on her face. That smile was like the sunshine in spring, warm but with a bit of cunning.

She whispered, "I thought you were deliberately blocking me and Nan Yifeng." Her voice was soft, but it seemed to hide endless deep meaning.

"Haha," Nan Weiwei let out a shrill laugh, which echoed in the silent room and seemed particularly abrupt.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes, and pointed at Chen Lulu and said, "You...are not worthy, you are just an actor."

Chen Lulu's face turned ugly.

"But Miss Chen Lulu, how does the food here taste compared to those in foreign countries? It tastes good, right? I have to remind you that even if it tastes good, you have to eat it in moderation. Don't be greedy. If you eat too much, you will feel uncomfortable, and it will be even more uncomfortable when you spit it out." The words were like a sharp blade, piercing Chen Lulu's heart.

Chen Lulu's movements froze slightly, and her originally relaxed expression instantly became solemn.

She could feel the malice in the other person's words, surging towards her like an icy tide.

But she quickly regained her composure, slowly turned her head, and looked at the other person with sharp eyes.

There was a determination and disdain in her eyes, as if telling the other party that she would not be easily defeated.

She raised her chin slightly, a mocking arc appeared on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Weiwei. But the food you eat will slowly digest even if it hurts, right?"

"Besides, since I've decided to eat it, I definitely won't spit it out casually! After all, this is the food I carefully selected, and it tastes amazing! I'm so sorry about this lately. I just returned home and don't have any family around to accompany me, so I can only ask Nan Yifeng to play with me."

"I also know that this may delay the time you spend with Nan Yifeng, but I really don't have any better way. I hope you don't mind."

Although the voice was not loud, it was full of power, as if declaring her sovereignty.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the air around seemed to solidify, making people feel depressed.

The two of them just stared at each other, their eyes full of gunpowder, as if a storm was about to come.

Nan Weiwei stood there, leaning forward slightly, her hands unconsciously clenching the corners of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force.

A very unnatural smile appeared on her lips, as if it had been forced together, revealing a sense of compulsion and vigilance. She stared at Chen Lulu with a fake smile, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Chen Lulu, what do you want? Don't be greedy and try to swallow an elephant."

Chen Lulu was still sitting upright in the chair, her posture straight, her eyes full of calmness and determination, without any concealment or evasion.

She gently raised her hand and stroked the hair by her ear, her movements graceful and calm.

Then, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Nan Weiwei's gaze directly, the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a faint smile, which was filled with a bit of confidence and publicity, and she slowly spoke.

"As for me... I'm not greedy. I just want one thing: my daughter and I to have enough food and clothing for the rest of our lives."

"Haha, what you want is Nan's shares!" Nan Weiwei said.

Chen Lulu paused for a moment, her eyes slowly sweeping over everything around her, as if she wanted to deeply imprint the future stable life in her eyes.

Her eyes lingered on every detail, as if savoring the satisfaction brought by this tranquility and stability.

It was a different feeling from a one-time buyout, which could bring temporary wealth but could not give her the lasting sense of security that a steady stream of money would.

Chen Lulu knows very well that the true value of money does not lie in the amount of money, but in whether it can continuously provide her with life security and inner peace.

A one-time buyout might leave her with a significant amount of wealth in the short term, but that wealth could be depleted over time, and she would have to face life's uncertainties all over again.

In contrast, a steady flow of money is like a river that never dries up, providing her with the resources and support she needs anytime and anywhere.

This continuous flow of wealth gives her peace of mind because she knows that no matter what difficulties and challenges she encounters, she has enough financial strength to cope with them.

At this point, she raised her eyebrows slightly, with a sly look in her eyes. "I don't know what I want yet, but I like the way it is now. Once I ask, they have to satisfy me."

She deliberately emphasized the word "all," her tone leaving no room for doubt. "Besides, this is what I deserve. My youth is worth more than this."

The voice was clear and firm, echoing in the silent house, as if it was a declaration, declaring her persistence and determination in this stable life.

When Nan Weiwei heard this, her face instantly became gloomy, like the depressing sky before a storm.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, but she forced herself not to lose her temper.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense, as if even the air had frozen, making it hard to breathe.

Nan Weiwei raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and sneered, her laughter like an ice spike falling to the ground, crisp yet chilling to the bone.

"This woman's wishful thinking is really going well."

Nan Weiwei thought to herself, her eyes full of disdain and contempt.

She seemed to have seen the beautiful blueprint that the woman had drawn in her mind. She thought she was in control of everything, but she didn't know that it was just an illusory dream.

"If she knew that the Nan family had nothing to do with Nan Yifeng's father, she would be so angry that she might explode on the spot."

Thinking of this, Nan Weiwei felt a sense of pleasure in her heart.

The woman had a smug smile on her face, but in Nan Weiwei's eyes, that smile looked like a clown's comedy performance.

"Hmph." Nan Weiwei snorted and looked at the woman coldly.

The woman stood in front of Nan Weiwei, her hands on her hips, her chin slightly raised, her eyes full of provocation, and said, "I know you all hate me in your hearts, and you hate me with all your heart. But what can I do?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, as if to emphasize her helplessness, but in fact she was showing off.

"I have a child, this is Nan Yifeng's father's flesh and blood."

As the woman spoke, her face was filled with what she considered to be a great maternal glow, but to Nan Weiwei, it was extremely disgusting.

"Now, even if I asked him to buy me a luxurious mansion in the most expensive area of the imperial capital, he would never dare to say no."

The woman became more and more proud as she spoke, and her voice became a little louder, as if she was afraid that others would not be able to hear her "majesty".

Nan Weiwei looked at her quietly, his eyes as deep as a cold pond, without a trace of ripples.

She sneered in her heart: "Just you? Are you worthy?" But she did not show it on her face. She just watched coldly as the woman continued her "performance". The atmosphere around her seemed to become oppressive because of the tense confrontation. Even the breeze outside the window seemed to slow down, not daring to easily break the tense atmosphere.

Niu Mengmeng,,,