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

Chapter 1637 Old cow eats young grass

"My ex?"

Nan Weiwei was casually fiddling with the tableware in front of her when she suddenly heard Xiaomei say something that made her freeze instantly, as if time itself had stood still.

As if she hadn't heard clearly, she subconsciously pointed her finger straight at her high nose, her eyes wide open, and asked a question with a tone full of confusion and disbelief, as if she were confirming whether she had misheard.

Seeing Nan Weiwei's bewildered expression, Xiao Mei quickly nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with urgency. She even slightly raised her chin, gesturing for Nan Weiwei to look towards the restaurant's main entrance.

Nan Yifeng's mother was chatting with Nan Weiwei, her face beaming with a gentle smile.

She keenly sensed that Xiaomei had suddenly become strange; she seemed frozen in place, her eyes fixed on a certain direction, and her expression turned to one of utter surprise.

Nan Yifeng's mother was suddenly jolted, as if struck by lightning, and couldn't help but shiver.

A strong sense of unease and fear surged into her heart, causing her heart to beat faster and her breathing to become somewhat rapid.

She clenched her fists tightly, her palms were slightly sweaty, but she was completely unaware of it.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then, following Xiaomei's terrified gaze, slowly turned her body, gradually shifting her gaze toward the door.

With each inch she moved, her heart clenched tighter; and as she got closer to the door, her mood grew heavier and more oppressive, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Finally, she saw clearly who was standing at the door—in an instant, her face turned ashen, as if all the color had been drained from it. The smile that had been on her face vanished as quickly as ice meeting fire, replaced by a gloomy, gray sky, like the sky before a storm, with rolling dark clouds, flashing lightning, and thunder, a terrible storm about to descend…

She saw her simple-minded son, Nan Yifeng, walking in side by side with a young and beautiful woman. The woman was wearing a fitted red dress that accentuated her curves, and her long, glossy black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. She had exquisite makeup on her face, and her red lips were bright and luscious.

She affectionately linked arms with Nan Yifeng, pressing her body tightly against him. The two chatted and laughed, their intimate demeanor making anyone who saw them think their relationship was unusual.

Nan Yifeng's mother felt a surge of anger well up inside her. She jumped up from her seat and hurried forward with a mixture of anger and frustration.

With her hands on her hips and eyes wide like saucers, she shouted, "Nan Yifeng, what's wrong with you?! Look at yourself! Putting your arm around another woman in public! Don't you have any sense of propriety? Don't you consider other people's feelings?!"

Her voice was sharp and loud, echoing in the once bustling restaurant and drawing curious glances from those around her.

Nan Yifeng was having a lively conversation with the woman beside him when he suddenly heard that familiar yet angry voice. His heart skipped a beat, and he froze instantly.

He slowly turned his head, and when he saw his own mother standing in front of him with a face full of anger, his eyes widened instantly, his face filled with shock and panic.

Then, he saw Nan Weiwei sitting not far away, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt as she quietly looked at him.

Nan Yifeng felt his head go blank for a moment. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He could only stand there blankly, like a child who had done something wrong.

"What? Don't you recognize me? Your mother is standing right in front of you, what are you pretending to be confused about!"

Nan Yifeng's mother glared at him, her eyes burning with furious rage, her gaze seemingly capable of incinerating Nan Yifeng and the woman beside him.

Her chest heaved violently, her hands clenched into fists so tightly that her nails turned white from the force, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with endless anger and disappointment.

Nan Yifeng was still in shock and panic when he heard his mother's angry question. His brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his expression was very complicated, showing surprise, embarrassment, and a hint of helplessness.

He instinctively took a step back, his eyes darting around, and stammered, "Mom...you...what are you doing here? You didn't even tell me you were coming out...?"

His tone carried a hint of guilt and panic, as if a child had been caught red-handed by their parents for doing something wrong.

Hearing Nan Yifeng's perfunctory explanation, the mother's anger intensified.

She turned her head sharply and glared at Lili next to Nan Yifeng, her eyes filled with disdain and disgust, as if Lili were something repulsive.

She sneered, a mocking smile playing on her lips, and said, "Heh, do I have to explain to you where I come from? Look at the kind of people you've brought along, all dressed up so extravagantly, I wonder what kind of shady business they're up to."

"You don't mind the dirt, you're not afraid of getting any diseases, and you'll be infected. What will you do then?" Her mother's voice was sharp and cutting, each word like a sharp knife piercing straight into Lili's heart.

Lili, who had been trying to appear calm while standing beside Nan Yifeng, turned deathly pale upon hearing Nan Yifeng's mother's merciless insults. Her face became as white as a sheet of paper, devoid of any color.

Her body trembled slightly, her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, and tears of grievance and anger welled up in her eyes, but she dared not lash out.

Nan Yifeng's mother didn't care about Lili's reaction. She raised her voice again and said aggressively, "Come have dinner with me! Tell her to get lost. Stop embarrassing herself here." Her tone was forceful and domineering, leaving no room for negotiation.

Lili's face turned even uglier. She felt that her self-esteem had been trampled underfoot by Nan Yifeng's mother and shattered into pieces.

She looked at Nan Yifeng pleadingly, hoping he would say something for her. Nan Yifeng felt nothing at Lili's pitiful gaze and slowly pulled his arm away from hers. "You can go now."

Upon hearing Nan Yifeng's words, Lili's last glimmer of hope vanished.

She forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and said in a trembling voice, "Okay..." Her voice was so weak it was almost inaudible.

Having said that, she could no longer hold back. She turned and hurriedly left, her steps unsteady, as if a gust of wind could knock her over. Her hastily fleeing figure appeared incredibly lonely and desolate.

"Honestly, he's such a grown man, and he still can't give us peace of mind."

While complaining angrily, the mother forcefully pulled Nan Yifeng's arm and dragged him toward his seat.

Her strength was unexpectedly great, and Nan Yifeng was pulled so hard that he staggered and almost lost his balance.

The mother continued to mutter, her voice not loud but each word clear, like needles piercing one's ears: "Look at you, how old are you, still doing such foolish things, aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out? Your adoptive mother must have owed you something in her past life, having to worry about you so much in this life."

With each word she spoke, she tightened her grip, as if trying to convey all the anger and disappointment in her heart through this pulling motion.

Nan Weiwei had already witnessed what had just happened.

Her gaze briefly swept over the intimate couple before settling back calmly onto the teacup in front of her.

His eyes were calm as still water, without surprise, without ripples, not even a trace of extra emotion, as if everything he had just seen was nothing more than an insignificant scene outside the window, gone with the wind, leaving no trace.

Actually, she had already seen Lili's photos; they were sent to her by her friend Mengmeng.

Mengmeng also explained to her the girl's possible background, her vague connection with Nan Yifeng, and some unsubstantiated rumors.

The girl in the photo was young and vibrant, her posture of leaning against him completely unguarded. As Nan Weiwei looked at her phone screen, something that was never very firm in her heart seemed to settle down with a soft "click."

So at this moment, she already had a clear understanding of the matter. Like an audience member who had finished reading the script, she naturally became indifferent to the plot on stage, even showing a detached weariness.

When Nan Yifeng was forcibly dragged to the table by his mother and sat down with a hint of resistance and reluctance, Nan Weiwei's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile with a precise and impeccable curve.

She gently raised her hand, her wrist graceful, and waved to the waiter standing not far away, her movements elegant and natural.

When the waiter walked over briskly and bowed slightly, she turned her head and said softly, "Young lady, we have one more person than you. Could you please bring us another set of chopsticks and a bowl?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a breeze brushing against flower petals on a spring afternoon. It was considerate yet carried a sense of detached politeness, making one feel at ease but also subtly distant.

This time, it was Nan Yifeng's turn to be unsettled. He sat on the hard chair, his body stiff, his back ramrod straight, as if he hadn't come to eat, but to be interrogated.

His gaze lost its usual composure, occasionally and quickly stealing glances at Nan Weiwei, trying to catch a crack in her calm and expressionless face—anger, grievance, or even the slightest hint of resentment.

He was filled with doubt and a strange unease. She clearly saw him, saw him with a young girl, perhaps even crossing the boundaries of normal social interaction, and she really didn't react at all?

This was completely different from any scenario he had envisioned. He had expected to face questioning, tears, or icy silence, which at least would have proven that she cared.

But now, she was so calm, almost indifferent, and even so considerate in setting out the dishes for him. This unusual response was like a soft feather tickling his heart, bringing him an indescribable sense of unease and guilt.

He finally couldn't hold back. His brows furrowed, forming a knot, and he blurted out in a stiff tone, seemingly to his mother who was holding him, or perhaps to the suffocatingly calm atmosphere: "Mom, what are you doing? It's just a late-night snack. Why did you have to drag me here? I'm busy."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was obvious impatience in his eyes, but deeper down, there was a hint of panic that he himself was unwilling to admit. It was as if he wanted to use this stiff attitude to build a fragile wall to resist the overly clear calm on the other side and the unease that was gradually spreading in his heart.

The air at the dining table seemed to thicken even more after his words.

Hearing Nan Yifeng's impatient response, the mother's already sullen face darkened even more, her eyes widened like copper bells, and she stared straight at Nan Yifeng with a burning gaze that seemed to spit fire.

She abruptly released her grip on his arm, then placed her hands on her hips, her chest heaving slightly with anger. Her voice suddenly rose, sounding sharp in the otherwise quiet corner of the restaurant: "Busy? Busy with what? Busy dating other women? What? Can't I even have a meal with Mom? Are you looking down on me? If you're upset, just say so, don't give me that attitude and act sarcastic." Every word felt like a pebble hitting Nan Yifeng.

Looking at the tense scene that was almost drawing attention from others, Nan Weiwei's gentle smile seemed to deepen.

She leaned forward at the opportune moment, reached out, and gently patted her aunt's shoulder, which was tense from excitement. Her voice was like warm water mixed with honey, trying to extinguish the rising flames: "Auntie, calm down. Look at how you've handled this. If he's with his girlfriend, just let him go. Why did you have to drag him over? He's single now, he has his own social life and routine. Don't be too strict, or the young man will find it annoying." Her words were considerate and reasonable, entirely in the tone of someone "thinking" of Nan Yifeng.

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Nan Yifeng, whose face was growing increasingly pale. Her eyes sparkled with clear curiosity, mixed with a hint of barely perceptible, teasing mirth. Then, in a casual tone, she said, "But... that girl from afar, she did look quite attractive, but she seemed... a little too young? She was dressed so youthfully and energetically, her ponytail swaying, and her clothes were bright. She must still be in school, right? She looked just like a schoolgirl, radiating a campus vibe."

Nan Yifeng was already feeling irritated because his mother had pulled and scolded him in public, and then he heard Nan Weiwei's "thoughtful" but grating words. He felt like countless ants were gnawing at his heart, and he couldn't make sense of it all.

Hearing her casually comment that Lili "looks like a schoolgirl" now ignited his anger. His brows furrowed tightly, and his impatience and gloom were almost palpable.

He avoided his mother's blazing eyes, his gaze fixed on the tablecloth in front of him, and retorted in a muffled voice, his tone hard and clearly defiant: "What student girl... She's already over twenty, a working adult, what's wrong with her dating? Don't look at people like that."

Hearing his almost defiant response, Nan Weiwei showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, she raised an eyebrow with interest, and a mischievous glint flashed in her calm eyes, as if she had finally received the expected reaction.

She deliberately dragged out her words, her voice low but clear enough for everyone at the table to hear: "Oh—? Really? You're over twenty... I almost didn't realize."

She paused, leaned forward slightly, and glanced at Nan Yifeng's stiff face. A more pronounced, almost innocent, curious smile played on her lips as she slowly continued, "Nan Yifeng, you're quite something... You've always had this kind of taste... Hmm, you like young people? An old cow eating young grass?"

As she spoke, she lightly tapped her chin with her fingertip as if deep in thought. Then, as if amused by her own analogy, she covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling into two pretty slits. She looked completely innocent, as if she were simply talking about the nice weather or having discovered something harmless.

But those two words, "tender grass," were like two extremely fine needles, lightly and precisely piercing a certain spot. The atmosphere at the dinner table instantly became strange and subtle because of her smiling remark.

"Alright, that's enough."