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

Chapter 1723 Xiaomei's Change

Click.

The key turned twice in the lock, and the security door emitted a dull metallic scraping sound.

Xiao Mei pushed open the door.

The living room of the rented apartment was dark, with the main lights off, and a dark figure stood next to the shoe cabinet.

Nan Weiwei was wearing that light-colored nightgown, her arms crossed over her chest, her toes tapping rapidly on the floor.

The motion sensor light flashed once and then went out.

"Where have you been?"

As soon as Nan Weiwei finished speaking, the living room lights snapped on.

A blinding white light instantly filled the space.

Xiao Mei squinted and raised her hand to shield her forehead.

She didn't answer immediately, but bent down, hooked her fingers on the heel of her high heel, and pulled hard.

A patch of skin on my heel was chafed raw, and red blood seeped through my flesh-colored stockings.

"I'm asking you a question." Nan Weiwei took a step forward, her slippers scraping loudly on the floor. "I called you but you didn't answer, and you didn't reply to my WeChat messages. Do you even know what day it is? And you haven't answered my phone all day; I was so worried."

Xiaomei neatly placed her high heels into the bottom shelf of the shoe cabinet and changed into a pair of slightly worn cotton slippers.

She straightened up and switched her shoulder bag from her left to her right shoulder, feeling a dull, aching pain in her shoulder.

"Sorry, my phone is dead," Xiaomei said.

His tone was as flat as a straight line.

Nan Weiwei said, "No power, you too. Tomorrow is the deadline."

Xiao Mei turned to the side, trying to squeeze through the gap between Nan Weiwei and the wall.

Nan Weiwei stepped aside, blocking his way.

"Where's the design draft?" Nan Weiwei spread her palms, her lines covered in sweat. "Don't tell me you disappeared all day just to go shopping. Where's the base image? Has the rendering been done? Lu Feng tried to contact you, but couldn't reach you. He was afraid you'd forgotten, and then we wouldn't get the bonus."

Xiao Mei looked down at Nan Weiwei's outstretched hand. That hand was trembling slightly with anxiety, and the edges of her nails were covered in hangnails, clearly from being bitten.

"I'm sorry, I..." Xiaomei said.

"What do you mean?" Nan Weiwei's voice rose eight octaves. "Xiaomei, we took on this task together. We agreed that you would be in charge of the lead design, and I would be in charge of coordination and post-production. Now I've prepared the post-production, but where's your lead design? Hand over the drawings, and you don't need to worry about the rest. The bonus is yours."

Xiao Mei felt a throbbing sensation in her temples.

My mind felt like it was stuffed with a wad of water-soaked cotton—heavy, damp, and suffocating.

She didn't draw anything today.

The time that should have been spent drawing was instead spent sitting in a Western restaurant in the city waiting for someone.

later,,,,,

On the way back, the subway swayed and rattled.

"Xiao Mei!" Nan Weiwei grabbed Xiao Mei's arm. "Speak! Are you mute? How's the drawing going? Even just a rough outline will do. I'll work all night to fix it and I'll definitely be able to finish it in time."

Xiao Mei looked down at her hand gripping her sleeve.

It was very forceful, and it made her arm ache.

"I'm too tired." Xiaomei gently pulled her hand away.

Nan Weiwei was stunned.

"Too tired?" Nan Weiwei repeated, as if she had heard something unbelievable. "Are you saying you haven't drawn? Or that you haven't finished drawing? Xiaomei, this is no joke. If you don't produce the drawings, how are we supposed to submit our work? Are we supposed to submit it with our lives? Lu Feng, after all, gave us a large sum of money for the event."

Xiao Mei....

She went straight to her bedroom.

"stop!"

Nan Weiwei caught up and grabbed Xiaomei's backpack strap.

Xiao Mei's backpack was suddenly pulled backward, and she stumbled, her back hitting the electrical meter box on the wall.

With a loud clang.

The plastic cover vibrated, producing a hollow echo.

Xiao Mei steadied herself and turned around.

She looked at Nan Weiwei.

Nan Weiwei's chest heaved violently, her cheeks flushed red, and her bangs were soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead.

"I'm really tired today," Xiaomei said, each word spoken softly but clearly. "I want to rest."

"You..." Nan Wei opened her mouth wide, seemingly shocked by Xiao Mei's attitude of being unafraid of boiling water.

She had anticipated that Xiaomei would apologize, cry that she didn't have time, or even lie and say that the hard drive was broken. But she hadn't expected Xiaomei to simply say "I'm tired."

What kind of reason is being tired?

Who isn't tired in this city?

Are the security guards downstairs tired? Are the food delivery guys tired?

"Let's talk about the design draft tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll definitely give it to you." Xiaomei reached out and grabbed the backpack strap, pulling it back forcefully.

Nan Weiwei subconsciously let go of her hand.

Xiao Mei turned around and turned the spherical lock on the bedroom door.

"Tomorrow?" Nan Weiwei called out to her retreating figure, "The deadline is tomorrow! Are you going to sleep now? Are you crazy? Xiaomei, are you hiding something from me lately?"

"No, I'm just too tired," Xiaomei said before going inside.

Bang.

The bedroom door closed.

The sound of the door lock clicking shut was crisp and resolute.

Nanwei was slightly isolated from the outside.

Xiao Mei leaned against the door panel, her body slowly sliding down it until she sat on the cold floor.

Outside the door, one could still hear Nan Weiwei pacing back and forth; the noise of her slippers scraping the floor was like a saw tugging at one's nerves.

There were also sounds of people making phone calls, probably calling other colleagues for help or pleading with Lu Feng.

"Hello? Oh yes, this is Weiwei... It's urgent..."

The sound came through the thin wooden door, becoming somewhat distorted.

Xiao Mei buried her head in her knees.

In the darkness, she heard the sound of her own heart beating. One beat after another. Heavy and slow.

After a long while, the noise outside finally stopped. Then came the sound of the bedroom door closing next door.

The world fell silent.

Xiao Mei looked up.

The room was dark, with only the neon lights of the city streaming in through the window, casting indistinct outlines of the furniture.

She got up from the floor and went to her desk.

On the desk sat the laptop that had been with her for four years. A thin layer of dust had settled on the screen.

She didn't turn her phone on.

She unzipped her backpack, reached inside, and rummaged around for a while.

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