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

Chapter 1302 I'm scared

Du Yunxi raised her head slightly, and her eyes fell as gently as water on Li Haitao who was not far away.

At this moment, he was standing there quietly, and the light outlined golden shadows on his body.

Time seems to have a special favor towards this man who has already entered middle age.

Although time has left some traces on his face, adding a bit of vicissitudes of life, that well-defined face still exudes a unique charm.

His deep eyes are like the twinkling stars in the night sky, his high nose bridge stands like a mountain, and his tightly pursed lips reveal his determination and decisiveness.

If you look closely, you can still vaguely catch a glimpse of how handsome and vigorous he was when he was young.

Du Yunxi couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "Like father, like son!"

Thinking of this, her thoughts involuntarily drifted to her outstanding godson, Nan Yifeng.

Nan Yifeng inherited his father's excellent genes. He is not only good-looking but also talented. He is the focus of attention wherever he goes.

And the man in front of him, as Nan Yifeng's biological father, is naturally not inferior in any way.

As time passes quietly, Li Haitao's calm and mature temperament belonging to a middle-aged man becomes more and more prominent.

This temperament is like a jar of aged wine that has been settled for many years, and the taste becomes more mellow and charming.

His every move revealed a calm and composed demeanor, and every subtle movement seemed so elegant and generous.

Du Yunxi thought silently that even though so much time had passed, a man as elegant and charming as Li Haitao could probably still easily stir the sensitive and tender heartstrings of her best friend Manman.

When she thought of Manman, Du Yunxi's heart couldn't help but feel a few ripples.

Looking back, there was an unforgettable past between Manman and Li Haitao.

Although this relationship was just unrequited love of Manman, the deep and passionate love was deeply engraved in Manman's heart like a brand.

Although time flies and that past has long been buried by time, the traces it left are still clearly visible. How can it be easily erased? Those moments of heartbeat, moments of silent dedication, and fragments of secret sadness all flashed in Du Yunxi's mind like movie scenes, making her feel deeply moved.

Du Yunxi believed that with Manman's temperament, even in the face of past pain, she would not be able to let go completely. But Manman, ah Manman, where are you now?

Du Yunxi sighed softly, and this sigh was like a fallen leaf in late autumn, quietly falling on the silent lake of her heart, creating ripples.

An indescribable complex look flashed across her beautiful eyes for a moment, like sorrow, concern, and confusion.

At this moment, a familiar voice broke the silence - it turned out that Li Haitao spoke.

He looked ahead firmly, and said in a calm but powerful tone: "Yunxi, Nanxi, I plan to go back to the villa to pack up and wait for Manman to come back. This time I come back, I will not leave, and this concert will be my last one."

These words were like a bolt of lightning that streaked across the night sky, shocking everyone present.

After hearing this, Nan Xi nodded without hesitation, expressing his agreement and support.

There was a deep understanding in his eyes, as if he could read Li Haitao's innermost thoughts at the moment.

After hearing this, Du Yunxi nodded slightly, her movements as graceful as a flower swaying in the wind.

Then, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a faint smile, that smile was as warm as the spring sun and as gentle as the summer night breeze.

This smile contains both relief for Li Haitao's decision and beautiful expectations for the long future life.

She whispered, "Go, Haitao, Manman...she will come back eventually."

At this moment, the light shines on the three people, adding a touch of warmth to this moment of tranquility.

The breeze blows by, bringing with it the scent of flowers, as if telling of the tenderness and reluctance of time.

Du Yunxi looked at Li Haitao and prayed silently in her heart, hoping that this relationship that had been entangled for many years would finally have a happy ending.

“Yi Feng…I’m leaving.”

Li Haitao stared deeply at Nan Yifeng in front of him, with a hint of expectation that was hard to conceal in his eyes.

How he longed for his own son to respond, even if it was just a simple goodbye.

However, Nan Yifeng stood there like an iceberg, motionless.

His eyes were cold and distant, and apart from strangeness and resentment, there was no other emotional fluctuation in them.

Those eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, staring at Li Haitao lifelessly.

Li Haitao's heart sank suddenly, and a feeling of bitterness surged in his heart.

He knew that he owed his son so much over the years that it was so difficult to make up for it now.

But he still waited without giving up, hoping for a miracle to happen.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the air around seemed to freeze.

Finally, Nan Yifeng moved his lips slowly, but ultimately pursed them tightly, without saying a single word.

He sat there stubbornly like a sculpture, his body as tense as a fully drawn bow, as if the bow would break at the slightest touch.

He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were cold and firm, and he stared straight at a certain empty point in front of him, as if he wanted to isolate himself from the world around him in this way.

The word "Dad" that should have slipped out of his mouth easily was now stuck firmly in his throat as if it were cast by magic.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make them break through the invisible barrier and turn into sound to be transmitted.

Li Haitao looked at the stubborn child in front of him and his heart couldn't help but feel sad.

He sighed deeply and turned around slowly. Facing Nan Weiwei, Nan Xi and Du Yunxi standing beside him, he forced a smile and nodded to them gently as a greeting.

Then, he left in a hurry, his back looking so desolate and lonely, as if he was the only one left in the world.

Nan Yifeng pulled Nan Weiwei up with an expressionless face, briefly greeted Nan Xi and Du Yunxi, and then turned and left.

Looking at their departing backs, Nan Xi and Du Yunxi shook their heads helplessly, their faces full of worry. Now... they didn't know what to do?

At that moment, when Li Haitao appeared in front of everyone, the whole scene seemed to be paused.

However, unlike others, Nan Yifeng's reaction was unusually strong.

His face instantly became like the hardest and coldest ice in the coldest winter, so cold that there was not a trace of warmth at all. Even the people around him felt a bit of chill and unconsciously wanted to stay away from him.

He stood there quietly, his body trembling slightly, not because of fear, but because of the uncontrollable anger deep in his heart.

The cold air that continuously emanated from his body seemed to have a magical power that could quickly condense the surrounding air into a thin layer of white frost.

However, that handsome face, which usually always had a gentle smile, was now distorted due to extreme anger. Every muscle line was tense, making the whole person look extremely cold and majestic, making people dare not look directly at him.

Along the way, both of them were silent, as if they were shrouded by an invisible pressure.

Time passed quietly in the silence, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the door of the villa.

When Nan Weiwei gently pushed open the heavy door, a familiar and warm breath hit her face.

Nan Yifeng sat down, his hands clenched into fists hanging at his sides, his broad back looking a little stiff.

Nan Weiwei's heart couldn't help but tremble violently. At this moment, Nan Yifeng's face was extremely gloomy, just like the depressing and dreary sky before a storm, so dark that it made people feel breathless.

His eyes, which were originally deep and bright, now became dim, and even revealed a hint of anger and sadness.

Seeing Nan Yifeng like this, Nan Weiwei's heart couldn't help but tighten, and an indescribable worry surged into her heart like a tide.

After hesitating for a moment, Nan Weiwei tiptoed to Nan Yifeng's side and spoke in a soft and timid voice to comfort him:

"Yi Feng, I can deeply understand the piercing pain and endless suffering you are going through at this moment. However, Yi Feng, no matter what, we should all feel extremely fortunate that your father is still alive and well in this world."

Nan Yifeng didn't say anything.

"Yi Feng, you know, being alive is better than anything else. This is already a blessing in disguise! Back then, my parents also went through countless hardships and dangers. They were looking forward to spending the rest of their lives together and becoming the enviable couple. However, fate always likes to play tricks on people, and the final outcome was not what they wished. They didn't end up together after all."

"Now, even wanting to see them has become a luxury for me. And your father can actually return to us safely. Isn't this worth rejoicing and ecstatic? When I knew my identity before, I was also uncomfortable. It was you who seemed to be a warm and gentle little sun. No matter when and where, you are constantly emitting dazzling light and scorching heat! And you also passed this happiness and warmth to me, making me happy."

"But now, you seem to have changed into a different person, becoming unusually silent. Your face that used to be bright and sunny is now covered with dark clouds, as if it were tightly wrapped by a layer of thick, suffocating dark clouds. Seeing you like this, my heart instantly tightened, and my worry surged like a tide, almost drowning me."

"I'm really scared! I'm afraid that you will be trapped in this endless haze from now on and will never be able to break free. What a terrible scene that would be! When I think of this, it feels like a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds is pressing on my chest, so heavy that I can't breathe."

As she finished speaking, Nan Weiwei's beautiful eyes gradually turned red, and crystal clear tears began to swirl in her eye sockets, like two pearls about to fall, swaying.

There was a slight tremor in Nan Weiwei's voice. She was really afraid that Nan Yifeng would continue to be depressed like this.

Nan Yifeng trembled slightly when he heard this. He turned his head to look at Nan Weiwei, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He knew that what Nan Weiwei said was right, but the hurdle in his heart was not so easy to overcome.

He was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly: "Weiwei, I know you are doing this for my own good. But... after all, he abandoned us for so many years. I really can't accept him all of a sudden."

His voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of helplessness and pain.

Nan Weiwei felt a pang of sadness when she heard this. She held Nan Yifeng's hand tightly and said softly, "Yifeng, I know this is difficult. But we can't keep living in the past. His return may be a new beginning."

Her eyes were full of determination and encouragement. She hoped that Nan Yifeng could let go of the resentment in his heart and face life anew.

Nan Yifeng slowly stretched out his hand, gently pulled Nan Weiwei in front of him, and then carefully held her in his arms.

His arms were like two solid walls, tightly wrapped around her petite and fragile body, as if he wanted to protect her completely in this way and keep her away from all the troubles and harm from the outside world.

At this moment, Nan Yifeng's mood was extremely complicated, with endless anxiety and irritability surging in his heart, but he tried his best to restrain these negative emotions, not wanting them to affect the woman in his arms who made him feel so distressed.

He gently lowered his head, put his lips close to Nan Weiwei's ear, and whispered softly to comfort her:

"It's okay, Weiwei, don't let your imagination run wild. I won't lose my temper with you. Actually, I knew that my father had called him last night, but I never expected him to show up today. I thought he... wouldn't come back... To be honest, I was not prepared at all for his return. It was like seeing a ghost."

Having said that, Nan Yifeng paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued to express his distress:

"Weiwei, you know what? Ever since my father told me the truth, I would rather believe that they died heroically. This would at least make me feel a little better."

"But... now he... he just appeared in front of me without any warning, and my originally peaceful life was instantly disrupted... I don't know how to face him, and I don't know what will happen next..."

At this point, Nan Yifeng's voice was a little choked, and he buried his head in Nan Weiwei's shoulder, as if he could not bear this sudden impact.

His heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, he was resentful of his father who had abandoned them for many years; on the other hand, he was at a loss about this sudden family affection.

Nan Weiwei felt Nan Yifeng's trembling. She patted his back gently and comforted him softly:

"Yi Feng, I know you feel bad. But he is your father after all, and blood is thicker than water. Maybe he has his own difficulties, and maybe he regrets it now. Give him a chance, and give yourself a chance, too, okay?"

Hearing this, Nan Yifeng raised his head and looked at Nan Weiwei. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then slowly said, "Weiwei..."