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

Chapter 1709 Uninvited Guest

Nan shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the jumbled thoughts about Ye Junhao from her mind.

She kept reminding herself that she already had Nan Yifeng, and shouldn't get caught up in other people's feelings, otherwise Nan Yifeng would get jealous again. That person... just thinking about it gave her a headache and made her feel helpless.

After calming herself down, Nan Weiwei got up and went to the bathroom, intending to take a nice, relaxing shower and get a good night's sleep so she could do better tomorrow.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, washing over Nan Weiwei. It was warm, pleasant, and comfortable – this was life.

She closed her eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility, as if all her troubles had been washed away by the hot water.

After taking a shower, Nan Weiwei gently dried her hair with a towel, walked to the mirror, and looked at her somewhat rough face in the mirror. Only then did she realize that she hadn't used a face mask in a long time.

Sigh, I'm constantly being bothered by Nan Yifeng, and I've forgotten about myself.

She turned and went back to her bedroom, took out a packet of seaweed face mask from the drawer, and found a clean small bowl and spoon. She was going to go to the living room to get some purified water to make the mask, which was her secret weapon.

When she quietly opened the bedroom door and stepped into the living room, the sight before her made her eyes widen instantly, and her heart began to race.

No... what's going on... him... him...

Surprisingly, Nan Yifeng was sitting in the living room. He was wearing a simple black shirt, with one button undone at the collar, revealing his delicate collarbone. He paired it with dark casual pants, his legs casually crossed, exuding a lazy yet charming aura.

At that moment, he was sitting quietly reading a magazine when he heard Nan Weiwei's footsteps. He slowly raised his head, and his eyes met hers.

Nan Weiwei was both shocked and furious, her mind going blank for a moment. It took her several seconds to react before she raised her voice and loudly questioned, "How did you get in? This is my residence!"

Nan Yifeng put down the magazine in his hand, stood up, and slowly walked towards Nan Weiwei.

"Weiwei, don't be angry. I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. I was worried that something had happened to you, so I asked the landlord to open the door for you."

Nan Weiwei remained unmoved. She took a step back, keeping a certain distance from Nan Yifeng, and said with a frown, "Even if you are worried about me, you can't just barge into my place! That's an invasion of my privacy."

His eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and accusation; he was very angry at Nan Yifeng's behavior.

Nan Yifeng stopped and sighed helplessly. He said, "Weiwei, I know I was wrong. I was just too worried about you. Look at your phone, so many missed calls, I was completely panicked. I rushed over here and saw the lights were on, but no one answered the door. I was really afraid something had happened to you, I..."

His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety and worry as he whispered his inner fears to Nan.

Looking into Nan Yifeng's sincere eyes, Nan Weiwei's anger subsided slightly, but she still stubbornly said, "You can't do this. Next time you encounter this situation, you can contact Xiaomei or call the police first, instead of barging in on your own."

Although her tone was still firm, she was clearly not as angry as before.

Nan Yifeng nodded and said, "Okay, Weiwei, I'll remember what you said. I definitely won't be so impulsive next time. Because I couldn't contact Xiaomei... I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, reached out to gently stroke Nan Weiwei's face, and said, "Weiwei, I'm so glad you're alright. I was really scared."

"I'm fine. It's so late, you should go home now, you smell of alcohol."

"Oh, you know I've been drinking and can't drive, so I'm not going back. Perfect timing, I can borrow your kitchen tomorrow," Nan Yifeng said.

"Then how did you get here?"

"I came by taxi, but... it's a bit of a hassle to go back now, it's too late to get a taxi."

Nan Weiwei said, "Okay, if you want to use my kitchen tomorrow, I'll cook for you three meals."

Nan Yifeng gave a wicked smile, "I'm not telling you."

Nan Wei raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Nan Yifeng's expression, which was a bit sly yet feignedly pitiful. She couldn't help but smile in her heart, but she still pretended to be serious and said, "Alright, considering that you can't drive after drinking and it's so late and it's hard to get a taxi, I'll let you stay here for the night. But let's make it clear first, you'll sleep on the sofa."

Nan Yifeng's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes sparkling as if hiding a little secret. He deliberately dragged out his words, "Yes, ma'am~ Sofa it is. Being able to share a room with you, Weiwei, sleeping on the sofa is a unique kind of romance."

His tone was full of teasing, with a touch of childish pride.

Nan Weiwei glared at him irritably, put her hands on her hips and said, "Stop being so glib. You still haven't answered me what you're going to do with my kitchen tomorrow? Don't play games with me."

She was genuinely curious. Nan Yifeng rarely cooked, so why was he suddenly asking to borrow the kitchen, all in such a mysterious way? She wondered what he was up to. Was he really going to cook for him?

Nan Yifeng put his hands behind his back, swayed his body like a mischievous child, and said mysteriously, "I already told you I won't tell you, go to sleep."

Nan Wei sighed helplessly and pretended to be angry, saying, "Hmph, fine, don't tell me then. But I'm warning you first, if you make a mess of my kitchen or cook some culinary disaster that poisons me, don't blame me for kicking you out."

Nan Yifeng quickly made a gesture of surrender, laughing and saying, "No, no, how could I dare to be presumptuous in Lady Weiwei's kitchen? I will definitely use it carefully and make delicious dishes to reward you, hahaha." His eyes were full of sincerity and confidence, making Nan Weiwei somewhat believe his words.

Nan Weiwei walked to the sofa and began to tidy up the cushions and blankets to make room for Nan Yifeng.

As she tidied up, she said, "It's getting late, you should wash up and get ready for bed. The sofa isn't as comfortable as a bed, but it's still quite comfortable. You're just going to make do for one night. I really don't understand why you'd rather sleep on the sofa when you have a bed at home."

Nan Yifeng walked to Nan Weiwei's side, gently took her hand, and said tenderly, "Weiwei, thank you. You took me in so late."

Nan Weiwei: "Get lost, what are you thanking me for? I don't want anything to happen to you. You haven't dumped me yet. What if something happens to you and you die with your eyes open and haunt me for the rest of your life?"

Nan Yifeng... this little girl... he turned and went into the bathroom to wash up, not wanting to disturb her rest.

Nan Weiwei sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, feeling inexplicably confused.

Then she went inside to sleep with her plush pillow. The next day...