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

Chapter 1414 Sleep together

Xiaomei held the wine glass lightly in her hand, with a look of drunkenness and indescribable gratitude in her eyes. She spoke slowly, with a hint of sobs in her voice:

"After I started working, fate made me meet kindhearted people like Xiaoxiao and Weiwei. They are like the warm sun in winter, supporting me all the way and helping me grow from immaturity to maturity. Now, I have achieved some success, and you too."

After saying this, she pursed her lips gently, as if recalling that difficult but warm journey.

Hearing this, Lu Feng's lips curled up into a gentle smile, his eyes full of understanding and approval. He nodded gently, his voice low and powerful: "Well, they are indeed rare good people. It is not easy for them to leave such a deep mark on your life."

At this point, he waved his hand modestly, "As for me, I only did a little bit and was not able to help much."

Xiaomei's eyes turned red as tears welled up in her eyes. She shook her head gently, her voice firm and unquestionable: "No, Brother Lu, you have fulfilled grandma's lifelong dream. I will never forget this kindness."

There were tears in her eyes, but they also revealed an indescribable happiness and satisfaction.

After that, Xiaomei raised her glass again, her movements were a little clumsy but full of sincerity, and the wine shone with an alluring luster under the light. "Come on, Brother Lu, for this rare friendship and for all the little things in the past, let's have another drink."

Lu Feng looked at Xiaomei's expectant eyes, frowned slightly, and thought secretly about his physical condition. After drinking this cup, he would probably have to go to the hospital again tomorrow.

However, when Lu Feng thought of Xiaomei who had just lost her dear grandmother, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in his heart.

Moreover, it was he who asked Xiaomei out for drinking this time. If he rejected her now, wouldn't it make her even more sad?

So, Lu Feng hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed softly and decided not to refuse anymore.

He slowly stretched out his hand and took the wine glass that Xiaomei handed over.

The wine glass flickered faintly under the light, as if it was also sad for Xiaomei's loss of her relatives. I stared at the wine in the glass, which rippled slightly in the glass, as if telling Xiaomei's sorrow and pain.

I took a deep breath, then without hesitation, brought the glass to my lips and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine slid down his throat, bringing a hot feeling, but he didn't care.

Because at this moment, Lu Feng cared more about Xiaomei's inner feelings, and hoped that this glass of wine could alleviate her sadness a little.

The wine slowly flowed down his throat, like a burning fire dragon, raging in his body.

The burning feeling, as if being burned by flames, spread from the throat to the stomach, bringing a burning pain.

However, in this painful burning, the unique aroma of the wine itself flowed quietly between his taste buds like a clear spring.

The rich aroma, like a beautiful piece of music, lingered in his nostrils, making people involuntarily indulge in it.

He closed his eyes and savored the complex flavor.

The spiciness and mellow aroma of the wine intertwined in his mouth, forming a wonderful taste.

Every drop of wine was like a little elf, jumping and playing on the tip of his tongue, releasing their unique charm.

As the wine went down my throat, the burning pain was gradually covered up by the aroma of the wine.

He felt his body gradually relax, and his tense muscles gradually loosened.

Even the pain in his body seemed to be temporarily forgotten at this moment, and the only thing left in his heart was the joy and satisfaction brought by the glass of wine.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a bitter smile, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

This wine is like an attractive trap. Once you fall into it, it is difficult to extricate yourself.

It is like an irresistible magic that makes people unable to stop and become addicted without realizing it.

Thinking back to Fu Yanchen and the others, they always liked to drink to drown their sorrows when they encountered troubles.

Now that I think about it, I am no different. Over the years, alcohol seems to have become an indispensable part of his life. Whether he is happy or sad, he is used to using alcohol to numb himself.

However, he knew very well that such excessive drinking was not good for the body.

Isn’t his stomach problem caused by long-term alcoholism?

Every time his stomachache came, the piercing pain made him regret it so much that he secretly told himself to quit drinking.

However, when emotions surged up in his mind again, when worries and pressures came like a tide, he found that he could not resist the temptation of alcohol at all.

Although there were countless voices in his heart reminding him: "Don't drink, don't drink!"

But those hands seemed to have lost control and involuntarily reached for the wine glass, drinking the spicy liquid in one gulp.

The night faded away and the dawn appeared, but the drunkenness was like a tide. It did not recede with the night, but instead stirred ripples in the hearts of the two.

Drinking cup after cup of fine wine seems to be able to extinguish the world's sorrows and ignite the deepest secrets and dreams in one's heart.

Xiaomei and Lu Feng began chatting, starting from the first time they met Xu Xiaoxiao and the others, from their youth to the vicissitudes of life today, from their respective dreams to the helplessness of reality. All kinds of life became their cup of tea, transformed into a bitter smile or a hearty laugh at the corners of their mouths.

It was not until dawn that the two fell into a deep sleep in a drunken state. Dreams and reality were intertwined and difficult to distinguish.

It was already dawn. Xu Xiaoxiao, dressed in plain clothes and with a solemn look on her face, set out for the funeral home early.

Fu Yanchen sent her there, explained everything to her and left. Recently, there was a small group of people moving around in the dark in the Fu Group, trying to make some waves.

At the funeral home, Xu Xiaoxiao arrived. She thought that Xiaomei must have arrived earlier than her. After all, that was their dearest grandmother, and no one wanted to miss her final farewell.

When she stepped into the solemn and silent hall, she waited and waited, but still could not see Xiaomei. Could it be that Xiaomei... No, no, no...

In a panic, she took out her cell phone, tapped the screen with her fingertips, and dialed Nan Weiwei's number.

On the other end of the phone, Nan Weiwei's voice also sounded a little anxious. It turned out that she had arrived at the funeral home, but still did not see Xiaomei.

After discussing it, the two decided to go directly to the hotel where Xiaomei was staying. Although they had a bad feeling in their hearts, they still held out hope.

Along the way, the scenery outside the car window passed by quickly, but their hearts were like a tangled mess, unable to be cut or sorted out.

Finally, standing in front of the familiar door, Xu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

The door slowly opened, and what came into view was Lu Feng's slightly tired but still gentle face.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with an indescribable embarrassment and shock.

"Lu Feng, why are you... here with Xiaomei?"

Xu Xiaoxiao's voice was mixed with surprise and confusion. Her eyes wandered between Lu Feng and the messy scene in the house, trying to find a reasonable explanation.

Nan Weiwei followed closely behind, also with a look of surprise on her face. Both of their eyes showed confusion about the situation before them, as well as deep worry about Xiaomei's safety.

This sudden scene was like a bolt from the blue, catching them off guard. They felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to do.

"You...you actually..."

Nan Weiwei's slender fingers trembled slightly as she pointed directly at the two people lying side by side on the large carved bed. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, full of astonishment and disbelief, as if she had seen the most absurd and bizarre thing in the world.

Lu Feng was sleepy, his head still groggy from a hangover. He slowly got up from the bed and looked at Nan Weiwei with a dazed look. He managed a smile, but it was uglier than crying: "Weiwei, don't think about it. Hey, no, you guys came so early...?"

He raised his hand and rubbed his temple, his brows furrowed, his face full of fatigue and pain, as if the hangover headache was gnawing at his nerves like thousands of ants.

"Is it too early? Everything has been prepared at the funeral home. They are just waiting for the family members to sign." Xu Xiaoxiao said helplessly.

Xiaomei was still sleeping soundly in bed, her hair scattered messily on the pillow, and a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was immersed in the joy of last night even in her dream.

She must have dreamed about her grandmother.

Lu Feng looked at Xiaomei helplessly and sighed deeply, as if he was filled with endless fatigue and helplessness.

"What's going on with you? Why are you here?"

Nan Weiwei asked Lu Feng in a low voice.

Lu Feng spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of waking something up, and said slowly: "Alas, there is really nothing I can do. She called me and sounded very sad. I... thought of my grandma. How could I bear to ignore her?"

Xu Xiaoxiao and Nan Weiwei,,,,

"So, I came over to drink with her. You know my stomach... After a glass of wine, my stomach hurts so much that it hurts like hell. Now it hurts like my bones."

"Let's go to the hospital quickly!" Xu Xiaoxiao said, I'll call a taxi for you, don't drive yourself.

"Okay, now that you're here, I'm going to go back and take a rest. No need to take a taxi. I have medicine at home. I'll be fine after taking some. The company told me not to go there today. I'll go back and have a good sleep and let my body recover. Otherwise, sooner or later, I'll be broken down by the torture of my body."

After saying that, he slowly stood up, got off the bed with unsteady steps, and his body swayed slightly, as if he would fall down at any time.

He reached out to pick up the medicine bottle from the bedside table. The light flickered, shining on his pale face, making him look even more haggard.

Nan Weiwei looked at this scene with mixed feelings. The unbearable scene in front of her made her feel that Xiaomei was going a bit too far. She knew that Lu Feng was in poor health, but she still asked him to drink with her. However, thinking that she had just lost her grandmother, she didn't say anything.

She felt a little distressed for Lu Feng's miserable appearance. She moved her lips, but finally called a taxi for Lu Feng.

Lu Feng left, holding his stomach.

Xu Xiaoxiao lightly walked to the bedside, and lightly touched Xiaomei's shoulders exposed outside the quilt with her fingertips. Her voice was gentle but with a force that could not be ignored: "Xiaomei, wake up."

Xiaomei opened her sleepy eyes in a daze. Her eyes were confused at first, but when she saw Nan Weiwei and Xu Xiaoxiao clearly in front of her, her expression suddenly changed, as if a thunder had exploded in her mind.

He sat up suddenly, his hair disheveled, and stammered, "I...I..."

Seeing her like this, Xu Xiaoxiao remained calm, turned around and slowly walked to the carved wooden chair, sat down elegantly, folded her hands on her knees, her eyes gentle but with a hint of inquiry,

After hesitating for a while, he slowly spoke: "Last night...you and Lu Feng...what were you...doing? You slept in the same bed. Do you remember what happened?"

Xiaomei hugged her head tightly with both hands, her brows tightly furrowed, as if she was in great pain. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was trying to recall something important.

After a long while, she finally spoke slowly, her voice low and weak: "Oh, Brother Lu... I was sad, so I called Brother Lu to complain, and he came over to drink with me."

Xu Xiaoxiao, after all this time it seemed like Lu Feng was the one who wanted to come.

"He said if you feel sad, just drink. When you are drunk, you won't feel so sad. So I listened to him and wanted to give it a try. I drank one drink after another."

"Sure enough, he didn't lie to me. After I got drunk, I really didn't feel so depressed anymore, and I also saw grandma."

Xu Xiaoxiao,,,,

Xiaomei paused, took a deep breath, and then continued, "But now, I'm sober, my head hurts as if it's about to split, and my heart starts to feel uncomfortable again, and I think of grandma again..."

Xu Xiaoxiao and Nan Weiwei,,,,

"Hey, where is Brother Lu? Has he left?"

Her eyes wandered around, as if looking for Brother Lu's figure. With a hint of expectation and confusion in her eyes, she looked at Xu Xiaoxiao.

Xu Xiaoxiao turned slightly sideways, her eyes moving between Nan Weiwei and Xiaomei, as if she was considering her words. Finally, she asked softly:

"You...didn't do anything last night? That's good. Lu Feng's family is too complicated and not suitable for you."

Xu Xiaoxiao's voice was soft, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Xiaomei's heart.

Xiao Mei heard this and quickly shook her head, her hair flying wildly as she moved. She widened her eyes and said innocently:

"No, I don't have any thoughts. I just drank. Brother Lu is a good man. He saw that I was in pain, so he came to drink a few glasses with me. Where is he? Is he gone?"

After saying that, she looked around, as if looking for Lu Feng, with a hint of loss in her eyes.

Xu Xiaoxiao sighed softly and said slowly: "He was not feeling well and went back."

"Let's go to the funeral home. Grandma's funeral needs to be handled as soon as possible. Fu Yanchen has already applied for a sea burial for her."

Xiaomei was now fully awake. She stood up in a hurry, not bothering to tidy up her messy hair and clothes. Her eyes were filled with anxiety and grief, and she cried, "Okay, thank you."

She put on her shoes in a panic, and Xu Xiaoxiao stood up with a hint of helplessness in her eyes. She gently straightened her clothes and went out.

The sky outside was gloomy and covered with dark clouds, as if a heavy rain would fall at any time.

The biting cold wind whistled past, and it felt like a knife cutting my face.

There were few pedestrians on the street. Occasionally one or two people passed by in a hurry. They all looked hurried, as if they were immersed in their own world and had no time to care about the sadness of others.

The three of them walked silently on the way to the funeral home. Everything around them seemed so quiet and depressing.