sjar Chapter 1647 Receiving Nan Yifeng
Chapter 1647 Receiving Nan Yifeng
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Nan Yifeng called out again on the other end of the phone, his voice tinged with drunkenness, the last syllable drawn out like a soft feather gently brushing against Nan Weiwei's heart, but Nan Weiwei only felt annoyed at the moment.
"What?"
Nan Weiwei frowned, her tone full of dissatisfaction. She held the phone further away from her ear, as if that would block out the irritating smell of alcohol emanating from Nan Yifeng.
"Weiwei, if that day really comes, when I am old and frail and bedridden, would you be willing to come to my side and take good care of my daily life?"
"Deep down, I sincerely hope that the person who can stay by my side and serve me in every way is you! Only in this way can I feel true warmth and peace of mind."
Nan Yifeng's voice seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, making it sound somewhat indistinct, but it contained a power that could not be ignored—a stubbornness mixed with a touch of childlike fragility.
He said in this tone, "Weiwei, I... I drank too much, and I feel dizzy and can't find my way home! So... could you come and pick me up? Please help this poor guy out, okay?"
Nan Weiwei's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. Judging from his tone, Nan Yifeng was really drunk, otherwise he wouldn't have said such a thing, let alone contacted her.
Their relationship has been so strained lately; given his personality, he would never beg her so humbly when he's sober.
Nan Weiwei bit her lip, her mind a complete mess. She didn't know whether she should go or not.
If she went, she felt she would lose face, and she was still angry about what happened during the day; if she didn't go, she was worried that something might really happen to Nan Yifeng, since he was completely drunk and might encounter some danger outside.
Just as Nan Weiwei was hesitating, Nan Yifeng on the other end of the phone suddenly spoke again: "Weiwei, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you don't come here to find me soon, what if I get picked up by another woman and leave? Hehe, don't regret it then... I'm giving you a chance first."
His words clearly carried a hint of threat, but also revealed a touch of defiance.
As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yifeng turned on the speakerphone function on his phone.
In this way, Nan Weiwei could hear the noise and commotion coming from the other end of the phone with perfect clarity—there was also melodious background music constantly echoing.
The crisp, melodious clinking of glasses filled the air; moreover, the joyful sounds of laughter and chatter echoed throughout the space.
Before long, a woman's charming, soft, and sweet voice rang out from all directions, as melodious and sweet as a nightingale's, as clear and pleasant as a nightingale's, captivating all who heard it.
"Mr. Nan~ Do you have any special plans for tonight? Would you like us to accompany you to another place to continue having fun?"
These calls seemed to possess a magical power, like countless tiny hands gently plucking at her heartstrings; or like fine, sharp fishhooks, deeply hooking into Nan Weiwei's heart, causing her to feel a piercing pain.
She could almost see the scene on the other end of the phone: Nan Yifeng surrounded by a group of heavily made-up women, who fawned over him, while Nan Yifeng leaned back on the sofa, drunk and enjoying the adulation.
Nan Weiwei's face turned extremely pale. Her fingers gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
She was both angry and annoyed. She was angry that Nan Yifeng was so indecent, getting drunk and entangled with other women; she was annoyed at herself for caring so much about him, even though she had already decided to cut ties with him.
Nan Weiwei was still putting on a brave face, her stubbornness preventing her from showing weakness in front of Nan Yifeng. But when she heard the woman's sweet invitation on the other end of the phone, and Nan Yifeng's threatening yet drunken words, the taut string in her heart snapped.
She was like a powder keg that had been lit, exploding instantly, all her reason shattered by anger and worry.
Her face was contorted with rage, her eyes blazing with fury, and she gripped her phone tightly with both hands as if she wanted to crush it.
She opened her throat and roared into the phone with all her might: "Nan Yifeng, you heartless bastard! In just a few days, you've already changed so many people! What do you want? You... you fucking listen to me, stay right there and don't move! Wait for me, if you dare to move an inch, see how I deal with you!"
Her voice became sharp and shrill with excitement, echoing in the silent room as if she were releasing all her dissatisfaction and anxiety.
"I'm coming right now, you just wait!" she said, jumping off the bed in a flurry, not even caring that her slippers were on the wrong feet, and frantically searching for her coat and keys in the room.
Her hair was disheveled from the excitement, with a few strands sticking to her face, but she was completely unaware of it.
"If you dare to play any tricks on me, or if you get drunk and act like a shrew, don't blame me for being impolite! Humph, I will definitely raise my hand without hesitation and slap your cheek hard, so you'll know what I'm capable of!"
She said through gritted teeth, her eyes flashing with anger and determination, as if Nan Yifeng were already standing in front of her.
She clenched her fists tightly, as if ready to pounce and deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
Her eyes burned with rage, her hands clenched into fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms, yet she felt no pain. She had only one thought in her mind: find Nan Yifeng quickly, pull him away from those women, and stop him from going any further down this path.
She grabbed her car keys and rushed out the door, not even waiting for the elevator, and ran straight down the stairs.
The high heels clicked loudly on the stairs, as if drumming up her anxious heart.
As she ran, she muttered, "Nan Yifeng, you bastard, you're drunk and causing trouble for me. Just wait until I get my hands on you!"
Xiao Mei was nestled in her warm bed, half asleep, when suddenly, a loud "bang" of a door slamming shut rang out in the quiet night. The sharp and abrupt sound instantly woke her from her sleep.
She sat up abruptly, her head still spinning, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her gaze filled with confusion and bewilderment.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her head, and muttered, "What are you doing making such a commotion in the middle of the night, Nan Weiwei?"
As she spoke, she put on a coat and walked out of the room, still half asleep.
The living room was empty, with only the lights still shining forlornly. Nan Weiwei's bedroom door was wide open, and there was no one inside. The blankets on the bed were also in disarray, indicating that the owner had left in a hurry.
Xiao Mei instantly understood; she knew that Nan Weiwei must have gone to find Nan Yifeng.
She pursed her lips helplessly, thinking to herself: These two are such a worry. One is completely drunk, and the other is rushing out in the middle of the night.
She could almost see Nan Weiwei's impulsive and irritable demeanor, inwardly grumbling about Nan Yifeng while simultaneously worrying about his safety.
She shook her head again and sighed, the sigh sounding particularly clear in the quiet living room.
She turned around and went back to her room, crawled back into bed, but couldn't fall asleep.
The images of Nan Weiwei and Nan Yifeng kept flashing through her mind, as she thought about the complicated and tangled emotional entanglements between them.
She turned over, pulling the blanket tighter around herself, and murmured, "I hope they'll both be alright and stop causing this trouble."
Then, she slowly closed her eyes, trying to drift back to sleep.
Nan Weiwei was extremely anxious. She floored the accelerator the whole way, and the car sped along the road like lightning. The roar of the engine seemed to be a cry of her inner turmoil.
The scenery along the road rushed past her, but she felt that the speed was still too slow, and she wished she could fly to Nan Yifeng's side immediately.
She finally arrived outside the bar and slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt as the tires screech against the pavement.
Without a second thought, she pushed open the car door and jumped out, stomping heavily on the ground as if to unleash all her anger and worry.
She stood at the bar entrance, her eyes darting around anxiously, scanning the crowd like a searchlight, not missing a single possible corner.
However, after looking for a long time, Nan Yifeng was nowhere to be seen.
Her brows furrowed tightly, and she couldn't help but wonder: What does this mean? Where is he? Could it be that he's still inside? That Nan Yifeng.
She stood there, hesitating for a moment.
The bar was dimly lit, the music was deafening, and people were partying wildly. The chaotic and noisy environment made her instinctively feel resistant.
She didn't want to go in to look for him, but she was also worried that something might have really happened to Nan Yifeng inside.
After a long and intense internal struggle and repeated weighing of the pros and cons, she finally gritted her teeth and made up her mind to do something—to dial that familiar yet unfamiliar number and call Nan Yifeng.
Once the idea took hold, it grew and spread like wildfire, making it impossible for her to suppress the urge to act.
She took her phone out of her bag and dialed Nan Yifeng's number with trembling fingers.
The beeping sound on the other end of the phone was like a small hammer, pounding on her tense nerves.
Time ticked by, feeling like an eternity, but there was still no response from the other end of the phone. Nan Weiwei's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, her dissatisfaction and anxiety growing stronger.
She gripped her phone tightly, her fingers turning white from the force, and a thin layer of sweat even appeared on her forehead.
Seeing that her patience was about to run out, Nan Weiwei could no longer remain calm.
She took a deep breath, then suddenly yelled into the phone, "Hey! Where are you? I'm waiting right outside the bar! Get out here now! If you don't, don't blame me for getting angry!"
Her voice was deafening, drawing the attention of passersby, but Nan Weiwei had no time to care about these strange looks.
Her voice, sharp and shrill with anger and anxiety, echoed through the silent night.
She gripped her phone tightly, her eyes fixed on the front, as if she could see Nan Yifeng's location through the phone.
Nan Weiwei heard Nan Yifeng's slurred, drunken voice coming from the other end of the phone, saying, "Behind you, turn around."
She was taken aback at first, then a surge of indescribable emotions welled up inside her—anger, worry, and a strange sense of anticipation.
She slowly turned her head, and just then, a bright light suddenly shone down, stinging her eyes so much that she couldn't open them at all.
She instinctively raised her arm to shield her eyes from the glaring light, muttering, "What the hell is going on? Nan Yifeng, are you crazy?!"
It took her eyes a while to adjust to the bright light. She lowered her arm, looked closely, and saw that Nan Yifeng had turned on the car lights.
In the bright light, Nan Yifeng's car was parked quietly not far away, its body gleaming coldly under the lamplight.
Nan Wei took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then walked towards the car with slightly heavy steps.
With each step she took, her anger flared up. This Nan Yifeng, drunk in the middle of the night, had caused so many inexplicable trouble.
As she walked to the car and reached out to open the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit her, almost knocking her over.
She frowned, fanned her nose with her hand, and said with disdain, "How much have you drunk? Are you trying to drink yourself to death? You're not a child anymore, don't do these scary things."
Nan Yifeng didn't reply. He leaned back in the passenger seat, his head tilted to one side, his eyes slightly closed, looking like he was about to fall asleep at any moment.
His cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, his hair was disheveled, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and his shirt collar was open; he looked utterly disheveled. Looking at him like this, Nan Weiwei's anger subsided considerably, replaced by a pang of heartache.
She sighed softly, reached out and patted Nan Yifeng's face, saying, "Hey, wake up, don't sleep here, I'll take you home."
Nan Weiwei had just patted Nan Yifeng's face when she heard him drunkenly call out "Weiwei" again.
The voice reeked of alcohol, sticky and slurred, as if squeezed from deep in the throat, carrying a hint of coquetry and dependence.
Nan Weiwei's hand froze in mid-air, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
Looking at Nan Yifeng, who was usually so elegant and spirited, but now seemed as vulnerable and helpless as a child, she felt a mix of emotions.
She bit her lip and said irritably, "What are you yelling about? Getting so drunk, aren't you ashamed?"
Despite saying that, there wasn't much blame in her tone; instead, there was a hint of concern that was hard to detect.
She reached out and gently shook Nan Yifeng's shoulder, trying to wake him up, and said, "Get up, don't sleep here, I'll take you back."
Nan Yifeng opened his eyes groggily, his gaze filled with confusion and haziness. He looked at Nan Weiwei, a silly smile appearing on his lips, and said, "Weiwei, you're here. I knew you would come."
Nan Weiwei was taken aback by his sudden smile. She turned her head away and pretended to be angry, saying, "Stop being so glib and get up. Stop dawdling."
As she spoke, she reached out to unbuckle Nan Yifeng's seatbelt, preparing to help him into the driver's seat so she could drive him home.
But Nan Yifeng, like a big kid, stayed in his seat and refused to move, muttering, "Weiwei, I feel so uncomfortable, my head is so dizzy."
Nan Weiwei sighed helplessly and said, "Who told you to drink so much? Now you know how bad it is, why didn't you do this sooner?"
As she spoke, she forcefully pulled Nan Yifeng up from his seat and then helped him walk towards the driver's seat.
Nan Yifeng leaned heavily on Nan Weiwei, his weight making it hard for her to breathe, but she gritted her teeth and helped him step by step into the driver's seat.