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

Chapter 1725 Investment

Nan Weiwei picked up her paintbrush and began to paint.

The ward was so quiet that the only sound was the scratching of a pencil on paper.

Nan Weiwei was lying face down on the table, almost blending into the drawing. She had been in this position for the entire afternoon.

Xu Xiaoxiao...

Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, sneaking into the room like a mischievous child, finally settling on Nan Weiwei, who was sitting by the window.

Nan Wei lowered her head, completely absorbed in studying the design draft, unaware of how fantastical the scene was.

The sunlight enveloped her, making her already fair skin appear even more translucent and smooth as jade.

Her delicate features were outlined with a faint light gold line, making her look like a beautiful painting that was truly captivating!

Even the tiny hairs that are usually hard to notice are now exceptionally clear and visible...

Xu Xiaoxiao, lying on the hospital bed, turned her head and quietly looked at her, even turning over carefully, as if afraid of disturbing her sister's rare inspiration.

A tall figure appeared at the door of the ward and silently pushed the door open.

Fu Yanchen's appearance shattered the tranquil atmosphere.

As soon as he entered, he saw Nan Weiwei's reckless attitude, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Is this woman planning to turn the hospital into her studio?

That's utterly ridiculous.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant mixed with the scent of pencil shavings, a combination that made Fu Yanchen feel extremely uncomfortable.

Xiaoxiao isn't in good health; will these smells affect her...?

He strode forward, his leather shoes making a soft, muffled sound as they stomped on the polished floor tiles.

Nan Weiwei remained completely oblivious; her world consisted only of lines, fabric, and the blurry image in her mind.

"Nan Weiwei".

Fu Yanchen's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Nan Weiwei paused, leaving a glaring little black dot on the drawing paper.

She suddenly looked up, her face showing a mixture of bewilderment at being interrupted and a hint of barely perceptible annoyance.

Upon recognizing Fu Yanchen, her anger instantly subsided.

"Hehe, Fu Yanchen, you... are here."

Fu Yanchen ignored her question and glanced at the small table, which was piled with drawings and eraser shavings.

"This isn't where you draw; this is a hospital ward."

“Going to Nan Yifeng’s company or going back to your villa is better than staying in the hospital.”

Nan Weiwei subconsciously pulled the sketch closer to herself.

"Hehe, I'm doing fine here. Xiaoxiao can keep me company. I can ask her if I don't understand anything." Nan Weiwei's voice was a little stiff.

“She needs to rest.” Fu Yanchen’s reason was perfectly plausible.

He simply didn't like her being here, especially Xiaoxiao in her current state. If something went wrong, who would he hold accountable?

Is it Nan Yifeng's unreliable fiancé?

He doesn't trust him.

"I didn't disturb her."

The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense, and the air seemed to freeze.

Just as Nan Weiwei was about to go all out and argue with him to the end, Xu Xiaoxiao on the hospital bed suddenly coughed lightly twice.

"Cough cough..."

The sound wasn't loud, but it successfully attracted the attention of two people.

Fu Yanchen looked at the woman on the hospital bed, who was shaking her head at him.

There was a hint of pleading in those clear eyes.

Fu Yanchen's words stuck in his throat.

He's not that tasteless to argue with a pregnant woman.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at him and silently mouthed two words: Inspiration.

Fu Yanchen remained silent.

He doesn't understand design, but he understands the immersion a creator experiences when they get into the zone.

Forcibly interrupting is tantamount to stifling it.

He glanced at Nan Weiwei again; she was nervously protecting her sketches, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

Forget it.

Fu Yanchen let out a sigh of frustration.

Seeing that Xu Xiaoxiao seemed to be in pretty good spirits, he didn't say anything more, only coldly tossing out a sentence.

"I'll come see you later, something's come up at the company..."

After saying that, he turned and left without any hesitation.

The tall figure disappeared through the doorway, and the oppressive atmosphere in the ward dissipated.

Nan Wei let out a long sigh of relief, and her whole body went limp.

Xu Xiaoxiao winked at her, "See, even domineering CEOs aren't completely unreasonable."

Nan Wei pursed her lips, picked up her pencil again, only to find that the little she had in her mind had vanished.

Frustrated, she scratched her hair, crumpled the discarded manuscript into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

An afternoon slipped through my fingers.

As the trash can filled with more and more crumpled paper, Nan Weiwei's mood became increasingly depressed.

By evening, she had finally produced a barely satisfactory first draft.

She held up the drawing and presented it to Xu Xiaoxiao like a precious treasure.

"Xiaoxiao, quick, help me check how I feel."

Xu Xiaoxiao took the drawing and examined it carefully.

The painting depicts a model wearing a simple long dress with smooth lines and a clean cut, exuding a cool and aloof temperament, which is very much in line with Nan Weiwei's consistent style.

"It's beautiful, absolutely stunning," Xu Xiaoxiao exclaimed sincerely.

“But…” Nan Wei bit her lip, “I always feel… something is missing.”

She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she felt that the dress lacked a certain soul, was a bit flimsy, and couldn't live up to the theme of "breaking out of the cocoon".

Xu Xiaoxiao's fingertips gently brushed across the model's bare shoulders and neck on the drawing.

"Weiwei, have you ever thought about adding a shawl over it?"

"A shawl?" Nan Weiwei was taken aback.

“Yes,” Xu Xiaoxiao’s eyes lit up, “The material should be the softest cotton, light and airy, which will not only add a sense of layering, but also give people a feeling of being gently enveloped. Isn’t breaking out of the cocoon about being treated gently by the world after being broken?”

She looked at Nan Weiwei encouragingly, "Do your best in the competition, I believe you can do it."

Gentle... Enveloping...

Nan Wei stared blankly at the sketch, at the lead-gray stain that had unconsciously spread out while she was thinking.

That blurry trace, in her eyes at that moment, transformed into a piece of soft fabric draped over her shoulder.

This is it!

Yes! That's it!

She always felt that the models in the design drafts were too cold and aggressive, lacking the softness and relief that comes after breaking free from one's shell.

A soft cotton shawl, like a warm embrace, perfectly softens the sharp lines of the dress.

A flash of inspiration!

"what!"

Nan Wei let out a excited scream, pounced on Xu Xiaoxiao, and kissed her hard on the cheek.

"Xiaoxiao! You're my muse! I love you to death!"

Xu Xiaoxiao was stunned by the kiss, then beamed with joy. "It's good that it works."

Nan Wei held up the drawing, becoming more and more satisfied with it, wishing she could fly home right now to draw the complete version.

She stretched out a big yawn, and her bones cracked and popped.

"I can't take it anymore, I have to hurry home and draw this feeling!"

She quickly began packing her things, humming a tuneless little melody as she did so.

"I don't have to stay up late tonight! I can finally get a good night's sleep!"

Xu Xiaoxiao smiled with satisfaction as she watched her regain her vitality.

Nan Weiwei carefully put her art supplies and precious sketches into her bag, then turned and waved to Xu Xiaoxiao.

I'm leaving now! I'll come see you again tomorrow!

She opened the ward door and was about to rush out with light steps.

At the hospital entrance...