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

Chapter 1417 Quit smoking

Seeing Nan Yifeng's expression change, Nan Weiwei felt inexplicably panicked. The feeling of guilt flooded her heart like a tide, quietly drowning her reason.

She thought to herself that the smoking issue could be gotten over with a few excuses, but how could the strong smell of alcohol on his body, as strong as a blazing fire in the dark night, be easily concealed?

She lowered her head slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her cheek, as if she was avoiding something.

She bit her lip, her voice was as soft as a mosquito, with a hint of panic that was difficult to conceal:

"I just... I just drank a little bit, really only a little bit. As for the cigarette, I... I don't know. We didn't smoke. I guess it was the driver who smoked, and the smell of the cigarette drifted to us."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Fu Yanchen, her eyes full of anxiety and uneasiness, and her hands unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes.

Fu Yanchen stared at Nan Weiwei closely, his eyes seemed to be able to see through all the secrets in her heart.

The corners of his mouth sank slightly, and his voice was steady but with unquestionable majesty: "My driver never smokes."

Nan Weiwei was suddenly speechless when she heard this. Her throat seemed to be choked by something and she couldn't utter a word.

She felt her cheeks burning as if on fire, her heart filled with annoyance and regret, and she secretly blamed herself for being so self-indulgent.

Fu Yanchen looked at the three of them and saw that they all had the same expression, guilty and flustered. His face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm, terribly gloomy.

He turned his gaze to Xiaoxiao, his tone filled with concern and reproach: "Xiaoxiao, others may not know, but don't you know the condition of your own body? Those things are not good for your body, how can you be so careless about yourself?"

Xiaoxiao lowered her head, not daring to look Fu Yanchen in the eye. She clenched the corners of her clothes tightly with both hands, and her knuckles turned white from the force.

She said with a guilty conscience, and whispered, "I... isn't it... isn't the situation special today?"

Nan Weiwei's eyes widened, and her guilty conscience was suppressed a little by the urge to quibble. She put her hands on her hips and pretended to be righteous, but she couldn't hide a trace of panic in her voice: "I really didn't smoke! Don't accuse me!"

Nan Yifeng stood aside, looking at Nan Weiwei's appearance, shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of pampering and concern.

He knew in his heart that his sister was just being stubborn and it was useless to argue about it at the moment. Rather than pursuing right or wrong, he cared more about his sister's health.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and he said softly:

"You little girl, why are you so naughty? You smoked, and I don't mean to blame you. It's just that this thing is not a good thing. It's addictive, and it's not a good habit."

"From now on, you are not allowed to touch me again. Do you understand? If I catch you smoking again, I will be really angry and spank you."

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his arm quickly, like lightning, and reached into Nan Weiwei's bag accurately.

His movements were done without hesitation and in one go, as if he had practiced this action in his mind countless times.

In the blink of an eye, he took out all the remaining cigarettes in Nan Weiwei's bag.

He held the cigarettes tightly in his hands, as if he was afraid that they would suddenly fly away.

Under the light, the cigarette packaging reflected a cold light, which seemed a bit dazzling.

However, his gaze remained firmly fixed on the cigarettes, without the slightest wavering.

"I'll take these and destroy them." His voice was low and decisive, revealing an unquestionable determination.

When Nan Weiwei saw this, she was so angry that her eyebrows raised and her eyes almost spit fire.

She was so angry that her teeth were itching, her chest was heaving violently, and she pointed at Nan Yifeng and shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, hey, this is not fair."

Nan Yifeng pursed his lips, "How is it unfair? Let me tell you."

"Look at yourself. There are cigarettes everywhere in your car, bedroom, and office! You are just like a chain smoker, smoking one pack after another! How dare you come to control me? Isn't this like the officials are allowed to set fires but the people are not allowed to light lamps? This is not fair, huh!"

Nan Weiwei's voice trembled slightly because of anger, and her chest heaved violently, as if there was a ball of fire burning inside.

Her eyes were as sharp as torches as she stared at the other person, the resentment and unwillingness in her eyes seemed to be about to burst out.

Nan Yifeng felt a hint of embarrassment when he was interrupted by Nan Weiwei. His lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end. He just sighed helplessly, casually put the cigarette in his pocket, and looked at Fu Yanchen with a probing look.

Fu Yanchen originally had a lot of things he wanted to say, but when he saw Nan Weiwei's angry look, he suddenly hesitated.

In addition, Xu Xiaoxiao on the side not only raised her eyebrows, but her eyes were also full of approval of Nan Weiwei's words, which made Fu Yanchen even more afraid to speak easily.

Nan Weiwei is really good at fanning the flames! She can always use some seemingly casual words or expressions to ignite people's anger.

Just like now, Fu Yanchen originally just wanted to have a good discussion with Xu Xiaoxiao and show concern for her health, but she ended up doing this and made him feel as if he was wrong, and he was a little at a loss.

He frowned slightly and fixed his eyes on Xu Xiaoxiao, with a look of helplessness and deep concern in it.

"Xiaoxiao, you, what do you mean by looking at us like that?"

Xu Xiaoxiao said, "Yeah, Weiwei is right, you men have double standards, you don't let us smoke, but you smoke every day."

Fu Yanchen, "Xiaoxiao, I... I'm not hypocritical, and I don't blame you. And... you shouldn't think I'm meddling too much."

Xu Xiaoxiao was not convinced. "You have always been nosy. In the past, you even controlled what kind of sanitary napkins I used."

As if they had made an appointment, the people around him all turned their eyes to Fu Yanchen, their eyes seemed to be saying, "Fu Yanchen, are you acting like a father?"

Facing everyone's questioning gazes, Fu Yanchen showed an awkward smile on his face.

He quickly explained: "I'm just worried about her physical condition. You know, if sanitary napkins are of poor quality, it's easy to cause infection, and then she will be the one who suffers."

Xu Xiaoxiao,,,,

"Xiaoxiao, you've always had a bad stomach. You drank too much and you felt so uncomfortable you couldn't sleep all night. Cigarettes are bad for your lungs..."

Fu Yanchen's voice was gentle, with a hint of imperceptible anxiety. He leaned forward slightly and placed his hands on Xu Xiaoxiao's shoulders.

Xu Xiaoxiao didn't appreciate it at all. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, raised her eyebrows, and smiled sarcastically: "It hurts your lungs, and you still smoke? It sounds nice, and you still care about me, you just..."

The sound was crisp but with a hint of gunpowder, making it particularly harsh.

Fu Yanchen was choked by these words, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. Then, as if he had made up his mind, his eyes became firm:

"Okay, I get it. I will quit and never touch this thing again. Don't worry! Don't touch that thing in the future either. Do you understand?"

He said this sincerely, as if he had made up his mind to break up with cigarettes completely.

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Xu Xiaoxiao, as if he was expecting her response.

"Hmph..." Xu Xiaoxiao raised her head like a child.

Fu Yanchen smiled, and looked at Nan Yifeng with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Nan Yifeng felt uncomfortable with this look. No, Fu Yanchen, just quit smoking on your own and don’t drag me down.

Nan Weiwei, "Huh."

Nan Yifeng really had no other choice. He took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and forced a smile with the corners of his mouth in an extremely unnatural way.

Said: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. I'll quit too, okay? But you are absolutely not allowed to touch that thing again in the future, got it?"

Nan Weiwei looked at Nan Yifeng's helpless expression and couldn't help feeling a little amused, but she still nodded seriously, indicating that she had no interest in that thing in the first place.

"You guys take care of yourselves. I have something to talk to Fu Yanchen about. Don't disturb us."

As he spoke, he reached out and tugged at Fu Yanchen's sleeve, signaling him to leave quickly.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the two of them, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smug smile, humph, you still want to control her, but you can't deal with him.

She led Xiaomei and Nanweiwei and ran upstairs, her steps like a happy deer, with a bit of playful elegance.

When she got upstairs, she ran to Mother Hou and said with a smile, "Mother Hou, please prepare a guest room for us! I have a friend who wants to stay with me."

Mother Hou smiled and went to get the sheets and quilt covers.

While making the bed, she was still chatting with Xu Xiaoxiao with a smile: "Xiaoxiao, I want to ask you something."

"Well, just tell me, why are you being so polite?" Xu Xiaoxiao said.

"Xiaoxiao, I've observed that during this period of time, when you were at home, your relationship with Mr. has become less rigid than before. On the contrary, I can see that it has become much more relaxed. Mr. has also changed a lot. Xiaoxiao, have you decided in your heart that you will not leave in the future? It's great to stay in the capital to accompany Mr. and the young master."

Mother Hou's wrinkled face was filled with joy, her eyes were shining with anticipation, and her hands' movements became more lively because of this topic.

Xu Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, and that brief silence seemed to freeze time.

There seemed to be countless tiny particles of dust floating gently in the air around her. She lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her cheek. Her thoughts were tangled like a tangled mess.

How should she answer this question? She understood what Hou's mother meant. Looking at the look in Hou's mother's eyes, she... found it really difficult to answer.

She really couldn't bear to see Mother Hou's expectant eyes dim in an instant, but she also had her own persistence and responsibilities. The business over there was the result of her years of hard work, like flowers that she had planted and nurtured with her own hands. How could she give it up so easily?

She took a deep breath, tried to put on a gentle smile, and said softly:

"Mother Hou, I'm sorry. I have my own business over there. It's like a tree. My roots are planted there. I can't just give it up. But don't worry, I'll come back. This is my home. You are here, my children are here, and there are so many memories here."

Mother Hou stopped making the bed, straightened up, and stared at Xu Xiaoxiao, her eyes full of concern and expectation.

Xu Xiaoxiao paused, then continued, "And we have already planned to... remarry, but Fu Yanchen is still in the probation period. Once he passes the test, I will definitely stay here peacefully."

When she spoke, there was a hint of cunning in her eyes, as well as a hint of longing for the future.

When Mother Hou heard this, a bright smile suddenly broke out on her face. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, full of joy.

She wiped her hands on her apron and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, as long as you are fine, I will be relieved. If the master dares to bully you, just tell Mother Hou, Mother Hou will support you."

The tone was like he was protecting his most beloved child.

Hearing this, Xu Xiaoxiao's smile deepened, just like a ray of warm sunshine in spring, gentle and bright.

She blinked and said playfully, "Mother Hou, you are so brave. He is your boss."

As he spoke, he waved his hands gently, as if to emphasize Fu Yanchen's identity.

Mother Hou straightened her back, put her hands on her waist, and raised her head slightly. She looked quite majestic:

"Huh, of course. I watched him grow up. When he was little, he often followed me around asking for candy. I can take care of him."

As she spoke, she recalled the past, her eyes filled with the warmth accumulated over the years.

Xu Xiaoxiao was slightly startled, and the changes in Fu Yanchen now emerged in her mind.

Now he is no longer as arrogant and conceited as before. He has become much more easy-going and more gentle and considerate to her.

She shook her head gently and did not continue the topic, but a warm feeling surged in her heart.

Mother Hou sighed softly, and that sigh was filled with endless worry and reluctance.

She walked forward, took Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, patted it gently, and said in a voice with a bit of vicissitudes:

"Xiaoxiao, since you have made up your mind to remarry your husband, I won't say anything more. After all, this is your own life choice, and I respect your decision. No matter what, your happiness is the most important."

"Look at this house. Since you left, it has become deserted and no longer as lively as before. Every time I walk in here, I think of every little thing that happened when you were here, and I always feel empty in my heart."

"I really hope that when you come back next time, you will never leave again. You can live happily with the master and the young master. Only then will this family be truly complete."

"Xiaoxiao, do you know how important you are to this family? Without you here, I always feel like something is missing, and I always feel uneasy."

As Mother Hou spoke, her eyes swept around the room, as if looking for the liveliness and warmth of the past.

Outside the window, the breeze blew gently, blowing the flowers and plants in the yard, making a rustling sound, as if echoing Mother Hou's words.

The moonlight shines through the window, onto several people, creating a warm picture.