PNB Chapter 1629 Memories
Chapter 1629 Memories
Nan Yifeng spoke first, "Weiwei..." and then fell silent.
The atmosphere in the office was oppressive, like the calm before a storm, so quiet you could hear each other breathing.
"Speak your mind, or shut up," Nan Weiwei said impatiently.
Nan Yifeng was silent for a moment before finally speaking slowly, his voice low and hoarse, as if carrying endless helplessness and vicissitudes: "Even if we can't get married, we're still family. You can always be my sister."
His gaze was fixed on Nan Weiwei, his eyes full of sincerity and expectation, as if he wanted to salvage something with these words. In his heart, even if love could not continue, family ties should be an eternal bond, after all, they had grown up together.
Upon hearing this, Nan Weiwei felt a surge of anger rising within her. Her brows furrowed, and her eyes were filled with fury and disdain.
"Bullshit sister!" she cursed inwardly. She had already secretly vowed to never see him again, so how could she accept this so-called "sister" identity? In her opinion, it was just an excuse for him to alleviate his guilt.
Seeing that Nan Weiwei did not respond, a hint of disappointment flashed in Nan Yifeng's eyes, but he quickly regained his earnest expression and said again, "Weiwei, can you not be so nonchalant?"
His voice carried a hint of pleading, like a child who had done something wrong begging for forgiveness.
His tone was as gentle as a spring breeze, but to Nan Weiwei, it was like a sharp knife piercing her heart.
Nan Weiwei's heart suddenly ached, the pain spreading rapidly throughout her body like an electric current, causing her to tremble slightly.
Her already tense nerves became even more fragile at this moment, and her eyes unconsciously reddened slightly.
However, before she could even process the complex emotions welling up inside her, Nan Yifeng added another jarring remark: "My goodness! Look at the mess you've made of my desk! It's a complete disaster! Can't you have a little bit of decency and tidy up before you leave?"
"Look at all this garbage and trash, it's almost piled up like a small mountain! And that strong smell of instant noodles, I can't stand it! You know how much I hate instant noodles, how can you torture me like this?"
His tone carried a hint of complaint and disdain, as if Nan Weiwei's actions had caused him great distress.
Nan Weiwei's previously wavering heart hardened completely in that instant. She clenched her teeth tightly, the sound of them clashing echoing clearly in the silent office.
Her eyes burned with furious flames, as if she wanted to devour Nan Yifeng.
Without turning her head, she strode toward the door, each step firm and powerful, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction and anger in the sound of her footsteps.
"Nan Yifeng, tidy up your desk and find the cleaning lady!"
As Nan Weiwei walked, she shouted loudly, her voice sharp and piercing, echoing in the office like thunder.
Her figure quickly disappeared through the doorway, leaving Nan Yifeng standing there blankly, staring in the direction she had left, his eyes filled with confusion and disappointment.
With a loud "bang," the office door was slammed shut by Nan Weiwei, as if struck by a heavy hammer, not only hitting the door but also Nan Yifeng's heart.
His carefully maintained indifferent expression crumbled instantly, like a fragile layer of ice.
His tightly clenched lips trembled slightly, and the determination in his eyes was gradually replaced by disappointment and loneliness.
He slowly sat down on the chair that still retained Nanwei's warmth, as if this would bring him closer to her and allow him to feel her presence when she sat there.
He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and felt the faint scent of Nan Weiwei's perfume still lingering in the air, mixed with the pungent yet somewhat familiar smell of instant noodles, leaving him with mixed feelings.
When that breath was inhaled, it was like a clear spring flowing into a parched heart, swallowing up the mountain of worries and troubles that had accumulated deep within! However, what was truly astonishing was that:
As the breath was slowly exhaled, the heavy, suffocating depression miraculously dissipated, like morning mist evaporating without a trace after being exposed to sunlight...
It would be a lie to say he wasn't sad. Nan Yifeng's heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain almost suffocating him.
He cared so much about Nan Weiwei. From the moment Nan Weiwei was brought back by the Nan family, she was like a bright star that entered his life and illuminated his originally ordinary world.
Her smile, like the warm sunshine of spring, could dispel all the gloom in his heart; every smile and frown was deeply imprinted in his mind, and he could not forget it.
He had fantasized countless times about their future, imagining them walking hand in hand down the aisle, and spending every ordinary yet happy day together.
He meticulously planned romantic dates for her, took meticulous care of her when she was sick, and stood by her side without hesitation when she encountered difficulties, sheltering her from the wind and rain.
He thought they would continue like this forever.
However, reality, like a merciless hand, shattered his beautiful dream completely.
After Li Shanshan and Ye Junhao appeared, cracks gradually appeared between them. Those small conflicts that they had previously ignored grew wildly like weeds, eventually completely drowning out their feelings.
They started arguing and blaming each other; the sweetness and warmth of the past were replaced by quarrels and indifference.
Nan Yifeng opened his eyes and stared at the empty office, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
He didn't know why they had gotten to this point, nor did he know how to salvage the relationship.
He felt as if his heart had been hollowed out, leaving only endless loneliness and solitude.
He slowly reached out and gently stroked the still-warm chair, as if he could touch Nan Weiwei's warmth, as if he could bring her back to his side.
But all of this was just his fantasy. Nan Weiwei had already left, carrying her disappointment and resolute heart, and walked away without looking back.
The moment Nan Weiwei appeared in a flurry of activity, Nan Yifeng was completely stunned, thinking he was dreaming, thinking he missed Nan Weiwei too much.
His gaze was instantly drawn to her, his mind went blank for a moment, and for a fleeting instant, he wondered if he was hallucinating. Yes, hallucination, it must be a hallucination. That's what he thought to himself.
After all, ever since their relationship soured, Nan Weiwei hasn't had a chance to appear in front of him on her own initiative.
He stood there blankly, staring intently at Nan Weiwei, as if trying to see right through her.
It wasn't until Nan Weiwei's familiar yet slightly unfamiliar voice rang in his ears that he snapped out of his daze and realized that this was not an illusion; she had really come.
At that moment, an indescribable joy and excitement welled up inside him, like someone who had been wandering alone in the darkness for a long time and suddenly saw a ray of light.
His heart pounded faster than it could have jumped out of his throat, and his hands trembled slightly. He instinctively wanted to stand up to greet her, but he restrained himself at the last moment.
He really wanted to keep her a little longer, even if it was just sitting there quietly, watching her every move, and listening to her talk; that would have been incredibly satisfying.
But he was also afraid that his enthusiasm would annoy her, and that he might accidentally say something wrong and make her angry again.
Therefore, he could only put on a cold and indifferent appearance, trying to use this seemingly nonchalant attitude to cover up his true feelings.
He silently hoped that time could stand still at this moment, so that she could stay with him a little longer, even if it was just for a minute or a second.
Reality, however, is often cruel. As their conversations progressed, the atmosphere became increasingly tense, and the conflict escalated once again.
Nan Weiwei finally decided to leave. As she turned and walked towards the door, Nan Yifeng felt as if his heart had been gripped by an invisible hand, the pain so intense that he could hardly breathe.
He desperately wanted to rush up to her, grab her, and tell her that he didn't want her to leave, that he wanted her to stay, and that they could have a proper talk and clear up all the misunderstandings and conflicts.
However, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch, and his mouth seemed to be glued shut, unable to make any sound.
He could only watch helplessly as Nan Weiwei's figure gradually receded into the distance until it disappeared through the doorway.
At that moment, he felt utterly desperate and helpless, as if the whole world had collapsed.
He didn't know how to interact with her now. When they weren't together, the longing for her surged like waves, one after another, causing him great torment.
Every quiet night, he would lie in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, his mind filled with Nan Weiwei's image and all the little things they shared.
He would think of the wonderful times they had spent together, her smile, her gentleness, and tears would involuntarily blur his vision.
However, after they met, the situation became even worse.
The atmosphere between them was always so awkward and tense, and every conversation was like rubbing salt into a wound, causing them both immense pain.
They might inadvertently touch on each other's sore spots, triggering a heated argument, and then fall into another cold war.
This entanglement and pain of seeing or not seeing each other is like an invisible shackle, tightly binding Nan Yifeng, making it impossible for him to break free, and leaving him to struggle bitterly in pain and helplessness.
Nan Weiwei hurried out of the company gate, as if something terrifying was chasing her.
The moment she stepped out of that door, the strength she had been maintaining crumbled instantly. It felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on her heart, heavy and painful, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Her eyes were red, as if they had been scorched by fire, filled with pain and grievance.
She felt her emotions were like a wild horse, completely out of control.
The sadness, anger, and disappointment that had been suppressed in my heart surged out like a flood bursting its banks.
She bit her lip desperately, trying to hold back the tears that were about to spill, but the tears fell uncontrollably down her cheeks like beads from a broken string, wetting her collar.
She reached out and wiped her face haphazardly, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed, and she couldn't wipe them away no matter what she did.
She dared not stop, and could only speed up her pace, as if as long as she walked fast enough, she could leave all the pain and troubles far behind.
However, her mind was uncontrollably filled with various heartbreaking images.
She simply couldn't accept the fact that Nan Yifeng was sleeping in the arms of other women, being all lovey-dovey with them!
Just imagining this scene would mercilessly pierce her fragile heart, causing her unbearable pain.
Every time I recall this scene, it feels as if countless tiny needles are piercing my heart at the same time, bringing wave after wave of excruciating pain.
The feeling was so real and intense that she almost suffocated...
She could almost see Nan Yifeng looking tenderly at that woman, his eyes full of love and doting. His hand was gently placed on her shoulder, and the two of them leaned close together, chatting and laughing.
Every time Nan Weiwei thought of such a scene, she felt as if her heart was being pierced by a thousand needles at the same time, and the pain almost made her faint.
She recalled all the little things they had shared together, and those sweet memories now felt like the sharpest weapons, cutting into her heart piece by piece.
They used to stroll together in the sunset, share the joys and sorrows of life, and dream about a bright future together.
But now, everything has changed. All those beautiful memories have vanished, leaving her alone to struggle in this painful world.
She didn't know where to go or what to do; she just walked blindly, her steps disordered and frantic.
People came and went around her, laughing and chatting, but she seemed to be in a silent world, completely out of place with everything around her.
She felt like a lost bird, unable to find its way home, helplessly flying in the vast sky.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, ruffling her hair and jolting her somewhat dazed thoughts.
She stopped, looked up, and gazed into the distance, her eyes filled with confusion and despair.
She didn't know how things had turned out this way between her and Nan Yifeng, nor did she know what the future held.
But she knew she had to be strong and couldn't continue to wallow in despair. No matter how much it hurt in her heart, she had to grit her teeth and move forward.
Yes, he's just a man. Nan shook her head slightly, surprised at how fragile she was...
She hailed a taxi to go back to the company, but she was still a little absent-minded.
Upon arriving at the company, Lu Feng looked at Nan Weiwei, "Weiwei, Nan Yifeng, you two..."