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

Chapter 1482 The chickens and dogs are restless

"Yi Feng, don't be like this." Nan Weiwei comforted him.

Nan Yifeng sat at the table with a frown on his face, as gloomy as the sky before a storm. His hands were unconsciously clenched, and his knuckles turned white.

At this time, Nan Weiwei opened his mouth, a trace of worry and inquiry on his face, and said cautiously: "Yi Feng, tell me... could that woman's purpose in doing this be to divide your father's property? After all, your father has quite a bit of savings. Or maybe she... thought that Nan's was left to you by your parents, and didn't realize that Nan's had nothing to do with your father at all."

Nan Yifeng suddenly raised his head, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, as if the most sensitive nerve in his heart was touched.

He gritted his teeth, his voice low but filled with a bit of uncontrollable anger, "If she dares to set her sights on the Nan family, I won't let her go."

"Suddenly having a younger sister is a terrifying thing indeed!"

"It's even more disturbing when you consider that this sister's mother is about your age."

Wow, when Nan Weiwei thought of this, she couldn't help but shiver all over, as if a chill was running down her spine.

"Then...what are you going to do now?" Nan Weiwei asked Nan Yifeng.

Nan Yifeng took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress his inner anger, and slowly said, "I think what you said makes sense. I'll ask my philandering father about it tonight."

"I understand that she did this entirely for money, which is understandable. But now, I still have an indescribable feeling in my heart. I always feel that her desire seems endless."

"She was like a hungry vampire, with an endless desire for my body, clinging to me tightly as if I were her only source of food. Her hands were like iron pliers, firmly grasping my shoulders, making it impossible for me to break free. Every day she made unreasonable demands: one day she wanted a designer bag, the next day she wanted limited-edition clothes, the day after tomorrow she wanted expensive jewelry."

"What's worse is that she once made a blunt threat to me. Her cold gaze and icy tone still echo in my mind. She warned me that if I didn't meet her conditions, she would not hesitate to go straight to my mother."

"My mother... the thought that she might be implicated because of me makes me panic and feel helpless. This feeling of being threatened is like a sword hanging over my head, which may fall at any time and pierce me all over."

"I felt helpless and angry. I felt helpless because I seemed to have no choice but to do what she asked. I was angry because she was so shameless as to use my weakness to threaten me."

"In the dead of night, when everything is silent and the world seems to be asleep, a terrible thought suddenly flashes through my mind - kill her! But I can't let go of you and Mom and Dad."

"You know what? This thought is like a ghost, quietly emerging in the darkness, and then following me like a shadow, lingering. Her face keeps flashing before my eyes. It's an unbearable disgust, as if it can penetrate my eyes and pierce the depths of my soul."

"Every time I think of her, the resentment in my heart erupts like a volcano, uncontrollable. My disgust for her has reached an extreme point, and I even feel that her existence is a blasphemy to my life."

As he spoke, Nan Yifeng slammed the table suddenly. A loud "bang" echoed in the silent room, and the teacups on the table jumped up, spilling tea all over the floor.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and his expression was filled with anger and disgust, as if Chen Lulu was standing in front of him and he wanted to eat her alive.

Nan Weiwei was startled by this sudden action and subconsciously shrank back, her eyes full of shock.

She had never seen Nan Yifeng lose his composure like this. The usually calm and composed Nan Yifeng was now forced into such a situation by a woman.

Nan Yifeng seemed to realize his own loss of composure. He slowly sat back in his chair, rubbed his temples with both hands, and tried to calm himself down.

But his tense body and slightly trembling hands still betrayed his inner unrest.

When he mentioned the name Chen Lulu, it seemed as if the whole world became dim in his eyes.

His eyes were filled with deep resistance and disgust, as if Chen Lulu was an existence he could not tolerate.

Every movement he made seemed a little stiff and unnatural, as if he was trying hard to suppress his inner disgust.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips were tightly closed, and even his breathing became a little rapid.

This resistance and disgust was not superficial, but emanated from deep within his heart.

It was like an instinctive reaction, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it, he couldn't conceal this true emotion.

Outside the window, a drizzle started to fall. The raindrops hit the window, making a "tick-tick" sound, as if it was the ruthless urging of fate, making the atmosphere in the room even more depressing.

Nan frowned slightly, his eyes full of anxiety and eagerness. He leaned forward, his hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, and spoke in a hurried voice.

"Then... what should we do? According to what you said, there's absolutely no progress at all! We can't just keep letting her waste our time like this, can we? Think about it, if we keep going like this, not only will our time be wasted, but more importantly, our money will all flow into that woman's pocket like water! This is absolutely not acceptable!"

"Don't let that happen. You'll be completely disgusted. Having to face her disgusting face every day, how suffocating it will be! It's like being surrounded by a fly, lingering and making you irritable and uneasy."

"In the end, I couldn't hide it. The truth will eventually come out. And by then, how terrible will the situation be! Not only will I be in extreme embarrassment and awkwardness, but it may also trigger a series of unexpected consequences.

"What's even more worrying is that if this were to be exposed, my aunt would be deeply hurt! She's always had high hopes for me, but now that she's learned of something like this, she'll definitely be incredibly depressed, perhaps even heartbroken. This will undoubtedly cause the entire situation to spiral out of control, with disastrous consequences."

Nan Yifeng's already furrowed brows deepened upon hearing this, like an unsolvable knot. His face was filled with helplessness, and his eyes revealed a deep sense of powerlessness, as if he were being held tightly by an invisible hand, unable to move.

He sighed slowly, and the sigh seemed particularly heavy in the silent room, as if carrying endless fatigue.

"I don't know what to do either."

Nan Yifeng's voice was low and a little hoarse, as if he was a little breathless under the burden of life.

"Let's take it one step at a time! The current situation is like falling into a bottomless abyss. I can't see a way out at all. I can only drag it out like this for now and see if I can find any turning point."

At this point, he paused, looking firmly at his friend with a hint of earnestness in his eyes. "Okay, I'm telling you now, don't let your imagination run wild. Don't tell my parents anything when you get home. I don't want them to worry about me. They're old and can't handle this. I'll take care of it, don't worry."

He unconsciously clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, as if to encourage himself. "If all else fails, I'll arrange for my mother to move somewhere else, away from all this chaos. Let my father face it on his own. He'll have to bear the consequences of his own actions."

The drizzle outside the window was still falling, and the raindrops slid down the window, leaving winding traces, just like Nan Yifeng's complicated and tangled mood at the moment, full of helplessness and struggle.

The night was dark, like a huge piece of black silk, tightly wrapping the whole world.

The hustle and bustle of the city gradually died down in the night, with only the occasional sound of car horns, like the cries of struggle in the darkness, quickly swallowed up by the thick night.

Nan Yifeng was driving alone, the wheels rolling on the wet road, making a rustling sound, as if it was the externalization of his inner troubled thoughts.

He did not return to his and Nan Weiwei's warm but somewhat depressed home, but drove straight to his father's villa. Nan Weiwei knew what he was going to do and did not ask.

The villa was brightly lit, and the warm yellow light shone through the windows, making it look particularly warm on this cold night.

As soon as Nan Yifeng walked into the villa, his mother's familiar figure came into view.

His mother was wearing a loose home dress, her hair casually tied behind her head, and a kind smile on her face. That smile was like the warm sun in winter, instantly dispelling some of the chill from his body.

"My son is back!" The mother smiled happily, with joy shining in her eyes. The light was like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating the entire living room.

As she spoke, she quickly ordered the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous dinner, "Quick, tell the kitchen to make a few more dishes that Yi Feng likes."

After saying that, the mother still seemed a little worried. She patted Nan Yifeng's shoulder gently, her movements gentle and loving, "Let me go. I know what my son likes to eat."

As he spoke, he walked towards the kitchen with brisk steps, his back revealing an indescribable kindness and warmth.

Nan Yifeng looked at his mother's departing back, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a stern look.

His eyes became deep and cold, as if hiding countless unknown secrets and worries.

He looked around and made sure his mother was far away and would not hear their conversation. Then he lowered his voice and said coldly to his father, "Let's go to the study and talk."

The tone left no room for negotiation, like the cold wind in winter, carrying an irresistible chill.

My father was slightly startled, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He nodded, stood up, and walked towards the study first.

The footsteps sounded particularly heavy in the silent living room, as if every step carried the pressure of life and unknown variables.

Nan Yifeng followed closely behind his father. Under the light, his figure looked somewhat lonely and determined, as if he was about to step into a battlefield without gunpowder but full of danger.

Inside the study, the lights were dim and quiet, but the tension in the air could not be dispelled.

The calligraphy and paintings on the wall were hazy in the light and shadow, as if they were holding their breath in this solemn atmosphere.

Outside the window, the wind started to blow again, making the branches rustle, as if sounding the alarm for the conversation in the house.

As soon as my father stepped into the study, he turned around impatiently, his eyes fixed on Nan Yifeng, his eyes full of anxiety and eagerness, and he looked like an ant on a hot pan, fidgeting.

He asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Yi Feng, how is it? Did she leave? I'll give you whatever amount she asked for." His words revealed an eagerness to solve the problem with money and put the peace.

Nan Yifeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic and cold smile. That smile was like frost in winter, making people shudder.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes sharp and direct, and said straight to the point: "Haha, go, I don't intend to leave. Let me ask you, does she know that Nan's is not yours?"

When my father heard this, his eyes widened and his face was filled with confusion, as if he had lost his way in the fog.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his forehead was instantly filled with wrinkles, as if the wrinkles of time were even deeper at this moment.

His voice rose a few degrees, filled with confusion and anger: "Nan's? What does Nan's have to do with her? This is a matter between her and me. What does it have to do with Nan's?"

As his father spoke, he paced back and forth in the study. His steps were quick and messy, and every step seemed to be beating on Nan Yifeng's heart.

His hands sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes unclenched, as if he was trying to sort out this sudden and complicated situation.

His eyes showed both confusion about Nan Yifeng's words and worry that the woman might be involved with the Nan family.

Nan Yifeng looked at his father's panicked appearance, without any pity in his eyes, but became more determined instead.

He said coldly, "Think about it carefully. She suddenly appeared, using your name, maybe just to get involved with the Nan family. She must think that the Nan family belongs to you. She has a big appetite now. If she dares to cause unrest in the Nan family, I will not let it go."

When my father heard this, he stopped in his tracks, as if he was frozen in place by something.

He stood there blankly, staring ahead with empty eyes. At this moment, the atmosphere in the study became increasingly depressing, as if a storm was about to come.

"Yi Feng..."