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

Chapter 1465 The urge to cry

Xiaomei didn't know that Nan Weiwei and Lu Feng had almost searched the entire capital for her.

She sat quietly on the slightly old chair in the inn, her body curled up a little, as if she wanted to hide herself completely in this small space.

With his hands tightly hugging his knees, his eyes were fixed on the bowl of steaming instant noodles. There was confusion but also a hint of unyielding determination in his eyes. He forgot to turn on his mobile phone.

The world around seemed to be still at this moment, with only the faint aroma of instant noodles flowing slowly in this silent space.

Her heart seemed to be entangled with a myriad of thoughts. Nan Weiwei and Lu Feng might be anxiously looking for her in every corner of the city at this moment, but she chose to hide alone in this remote little hotel and face her own heart.

Xiaomei sighed softly, and that sigh contained endless complex emotions, including uncertainty about the future and nostalgia for the past.

"Should we go back to the countryside in Linshi, or... continue to stay here?"

The question kept echoing in her mind like an unsolvable puzzle.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of struggle flashed in her eyes.

Slowly, her eyes became firm, as if she had found the answer in a moment of epiphany.

"Now that I'm out, I can't go back easily, otherwise I'll be looked down upon by the villagers."

She said this to herself secretly in her heart, as if this sentence was the most firm belief in her heart.

This place might not be the place she originally expected, but since fate brought her here, she decided not to give up easily.

The road of life is never smooth. There will always be twists and turns waiting for us to overcome.

The meaning of life does not depend solely on material wealth and status, but more importantly on inner satisfaction and growth.

She does not expect to achieve much, but only hopes to gain something from this journey and make her life more meaningful.

Perhaps this place will bring her unexpected challenges and difficulties, but she believes that as long as she persists and strives to overcome everything, she will eventually find her own direction and value.

This determination, like a warm current, warmed her wandering heart.

I can't give up so easily and leave any regrets in my life.

Xiaomei raised her head and looked out the window with a determined gaze. Outside the window was a bustling yet unfamiliar city, the battlefield she was about to enter.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and in that smile she showed both her expectations for the future and encouragement to herself.

She knew that tomorrow, she would have to bravely look for her own future.

She thought to herself, "I still have some money on me, which should be enough to support my living expenses for a while."

She calculated every expense carefully to ensure that there would be no shortage of funds.

"As long as I can find a job, I can rent a house near the company, which will make commuting to get off work much more convenient."

She was full of expectations for the future, imagining herself having a warm little home in this city and truly settling down.

It is not easy to take root in this city, but she firmly believes that as long as she works hard, there will always be a chance to achieve this goal.

Although this plan is simple, it is full of hope. Xiaomei took a deep breath, as if to cheer herself up.

The road ahead is still long, but she is ready to meet every challenge.

Just as her thoughts were flying, a strong and tempting aroma of pickled peppers quietly penetrated Xiaomei's nostrils. The smell, like a naughty child, played in her heart and aroused her deep appetite.

Her stomach seemed to respond to this temptation at this moment, making a series of "gurgling" sounds of protest, and the sound was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Xiaomei was slightly stunned, then a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and she shook her head in self-mockery.

Yes, no matter how she plans for the future, the bowl of instant noodles in front of her is her most real support at the moment.

She gently opened the lid of the box, and at that moment, the spicy aroma of the pickled peppers and the soft and glutinous noodles intertwined together, forming a mouth-watering picture.

She no longer hesitated, picked up the chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls.

Every bite seems to be tasting the ups and downs of life.

The spiciness of the pickled peppers is like the determination in her heart, hot and firm; the softness of the noodles is like the gentleness in her heart, delicate and tough.

She ate with gusto, a satisfied smile appearing from time to time on the corners of her mouth, as if at this moment, all her troubles were dissolved by this bowl of instant noodles, leaving only infinite longing for the future and love for life.

The world around seemed to be still again, with only the "slurping" sound of eating noodles echoing in this small room. It was Xiaomei's most direct response to life and her most firm declaration for the future.

She knew that no matter what the road ahead held, as long as she had a dream in her heart, there would be a way under her feet, and this bowl of instant noodles was the warmest comfort for her before she embarked on her journey.

Xiaomei finished the bowl of steaming instant noodles contentedly, then slowly stood up.

Her eyes involuntarily turned to the bathroom in the corner of the room, a place that seemed somewhat out of place with the whole room.

The bathroom door was closed, as if hiding some secret.

Xiaomei walked closer to it and gently pushed open the somewhat shabby door, and a stale smell hit her face.

After entering the bathroom, Xiaomei realized that the space was so small that it even made people feel a little depressing.

The tiles on the wall have begun to peel off, revealing the gray cement wall inside.

The tiles on the floor were also broken in several places and looked a bit mottled.

The bathroom facilities were also very simple, with only a worn-out shower head and a small sink.

The shower head's water outlet was partially blocked and the water flow became intermittent.

The faucet in the sink was also a bit loose and made a ticking sound from time to time.

Standing in this simple bathroom, Xiaomei couldn't help but think of the bathrooms in the luxurious hotels where she had stayed.

There was ample space, bright lights, and high-end amenities, in stark contrast to this shabby bathroom.

She gently pushed the door open, and a cool breeze blew in her face, making her shiver involuntarily.

She tried to turn on the shower, hoping that a stream of warm water would dispel the chill on her body. However, what came out was freezing cold water, which made her disappointed. The proprietress did not lie to her.

"Oh," she sighed helplessly, shook her head, and walked out of the cold bathroom.

A hint of desolation flashed across her eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination.

This was just a small setback in life, not enough to make her back down.

Returning to the bed, she took heavy steps, as if every step carried endless fatigue and sorrow.

She slowly lay down, and the moment her body touched the bed, a faint musty smell came to her nose, irritating her nasal cavity.

She frowned, the smell making her feel uncomfortable.

She turned over gently, trying to find a relatively comfortable position, but the mattress felt damp, as if it had been soaked with tears.

She couldn't help but recall the warmth and comfort that Lu Feng's bed once had. At that time, it was a safe haven for her soul and the place she most wanted to return to after a tiring day.

However, the musty smell and damp feeling now made her feel that the bed was also telling of its misfortune, as if it was also silently enduring some kind of pain.

She moved her body carefully, trying to find a more comfortable position, hoping to feel some warmth.

However, no matter how she tossed and turned, that cold feeling was like a demon, tightly entangling her, refusing to give her a moment of peace.

She wrapped the quilt tightly around herself, wrapping herself up tightly, as if this could protect her from the biting cold.

But all this was in vain. The coldness still penetrated every corner, and eroded her body bit by bit through the gaps in the quilt.

She couldn't help but shudder, and her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.

The chill was like an icy snake, slowly crawling along her spine, bringing waves of shivers wherever it passed.

She closed her eyes tightly and tried desperately to fall asleep, hoping to forget the annoying cold in her dreams.

However, that chill was like a shadow, always lingering in her heart, making her thoughts a tangled mess and unable to calm down.

However, even so, she did not have too many complaints in her heart.

She knew that this was lucky compared to the homeless people sleeping on the streets.

At least, there is a place that can shelter her from the wind and rain, and a bed that, although not warm, can give her a sense of security.

The city outside the window was still brightly lit, but she was feeling her own loneliness and strength in this small space.

The words of the landlady suddenly flashed through her mind. For safety's sake, she resolutely decided to take some extra precautions before going to bed.

She moved the heavy cabinet carefully. Every step seemed a little difficult, but she did not give up.

Finally, she succeeded in dragging the cabinet behind the door, and then used all her strength to press it tightly against the door.

In this way, even if someone tries to break in, it will be difficult to push the door open because it is blocked by the cabinet.

Although this simple line of defense cannot completely block all threats, it can at least buy her some precious time, giving her the opportunity to deal with possible dangerous situations and thus gain a rare sense of security.

She closed her eyes and said to herself, "Tomorrow, everything will be fine."

In this strange city, she guards her hopes and dreams for the future in her own way.

In this way, Xiaomei wandered between half asleep and half awake, as if she was in a hazy world, her consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

However, just as she fell asleep, a sudden noise broke this rare peace and pulled her back to reality from the edge of her dream.

The sound came from the corridor outside. It was the laughter of a group of young people, but it was mixed with a bit of drunkenness and unruliness.

Their voices were astonishingly loud, as if to completely tear apart the silence of the night. Every word and every laugh was clearly transmitted to Xiaomei's ears, like a sharp blade, cutting her already fragile nerves.

At this moment, a rapid and heavy knock on the door suddenly sounded, followed by the "bang bang" sound of the door panel being violently hit, as if someone was trying to break into her world forcibly.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and fear instantly froze her blood like ice.

She covered herself tightly with the quilt, not daring to make a sound. She could only hear her own accelerated heartbeat and the heart-pounding noises outside.

The knocking on the door continued for a long time, accompanied by repeated impacts, as if each time it was going to completely destroy the door and her inner defenses.

Fortunately, she took measures in advance to prevent those people from succeeding. No matter how hard the people outside tried, they could not open it.

Finally, the gang seemed to give up, and before leaving, they kicked the door a few times unwillingly, making a few dull noises, and then gradually walked away, leaving behind a series of gradually dissipating footsteps and curses.

Xiaomei lay on the bed, not daring to move until the noise outside completely disappeared. Only then did she dare to carefully lift the quilt and tiptoe out of bed.

In this strange environment, she deeply felt loneliness and helplessness, but she also understood that at this moment, she could only rely on herself to protect herself.

She walked to the table and picked up the phone with trembling hands. This small phone seemed to be her only support at this moment.

However, when she pressed the power button, the screen showed no response. She then realized that she had forgotten to turn on the computer.

She slapped her head and cursed herself for being so careless. At this critical moment, her cell phone became a decoration. No wonder the phone was so quiet all night.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Now I am alone, no matter what difficulties I encounter, I must not lose my calm and rationality.

She took a deep breath, then slowly stretched out her finger and gently pressed the power button of the phone.

With a slight "buzz" sound, the light on the screen gradually brightened.

She stared at the phone screen quietly, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Every second of waiting was like torture. Finally, after a long while, the phone completed the boot process.

The picture on the screen gradually became clear, and the first thing that caught my eye was the numerous missed calls, voice and video notifications.

Her heartbeat involuntarily quickened, and she quickly clicked on the prompts to check the specific content.

Most of these missed calls and messages came from Lu Feng and Nan Weiwei.

Her heart tightened, wondering what they wanted from her. Did they know?

Lu Feng is her good friend and immediate superior, while Nan Weiwei is her best friend, and their relationship has always been good.

In addition to the messages from Lu Feng and Nan Weiwei, there were also several messages from Xu Xiaoxiao.

Xu Xiaoxiao asked her out for dinner, which surprised her a little.

She originally didn't want to disturb Xu Xiaoxiao's pregnancy, but she didn't expect that she would ask her out.

Looking at this information, she couldn't help but feel a complicated emotion in her heart.

These messages seemed to reveal a sense of urgency and anxiety. They were looking for her. Her eyes fell on the mobile phone screen, and the missed call prompts seemed particularly warm.

There were several missed calls that happened ten minutes ago.

This meant that they had been trying to contact her throughout the long night.

Her heart beat faster involuntarily, and the anxious faces of Nan Weiwei and the others began to appear in her mind.

It's already three o'clock in the morning, a time when people should usually be fast asleep.

However, they kept calling her at this time, and she felt like crying...