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

Chapter 1543 Mysterious Electric Chapter

"what is this?"

Xu Xiaoxiao's fingers suddenly froze in mid-air. The receipt that slipped from Fu Yanchen's suit pocket fell lightly on the peony pattern of the Persian carpet like a snow-white feather.

When she bent down to pick it up, her fingertips touched the wrinkles on the edge of the document - those were the marks of being repeatedly kneaded and flattened, like a wound that could not heal.

Her voice had a metallic tremor, and the three bold words "Funeral Home" on the receipt glowed coldly under the desk lamp.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops hitting the glass made a tiny whining sound, as if countless little hands were knocking on it.

Fu Yanchen's Adam's apple rolled, and he saw that Xu Xiaoxiao's nails were still stained with walnut crumbs that she had peeled this morning - those were the brain-boosting snacks she prepared for her grandmother.

"Ordinary receipt." He reached out to take it, but his movements were too hasty, and a corner of the receipt tore a tiny tear between his fingers.

“It’s just an ordinary receipt, why does it have the words ‘funeral home’ written on it?” Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly smiled, but tiny drops of water condensed at the corners of her eyes.

"It's fake. Grandma asked me to do it, so I made a fake one. Otherwise, she would nag me again."

"Grandma too, have you arranged all your funeral affairs in advance?" She held the receipt up to the lamp, and the light cast mottled shadows on her face, like a torn shadow play.

Xu Xiaoxiao sighed.

Fu Yanchen felt his temples throbbing. Last night in the morgue, when he was alone preparing his grandmother's remains, the old woman was still holding the woolen shawl sent by Xu Xiaoxiao in her right hand, with a few silver hairs entangled in the stitches.

"Xiaoxiao, you are pregnant..."

He deliberately made his tone sound gentle, but his fingertips dug deep into his palms. "Emotional fluctuations are not good for the fetus."

"Fetus?" Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly lowered her head and touched her belly, her movements as gentle as if she were touching fragile porcelain. "You reminded me that grandma also said that she would embroider tiger-head shoes for the baby herself after it was born."

The sound of rain suddenly became louder, hitting the window frame with a crackling sound.

Fu Yanchen saw Xu Xiaoxiao's shoulders trembling slightly, but he didn't dare to reach out to help her.

Last night at the funeral home, when the staff asked him if he wanted to choose an urn for the old man, the edges of the paper were wrinkled by the sweat of his palms.

"Mr. and Mrs. Charles..." He hurriedly changed the subject, but saw Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly stand up.

"They're leaving?" Her voice trembled slightly, like a candle in the wind, which seemed likely to go out at any moment.

There was a barely perceptible nasal tone in her voice, like crumpled mulberry silk, which made people feel pity.

"Do you really mean it?"

She pressed on, a hint of confusion and uncertainty in her eyes.

She seemed unable to understand why they suddenly made such a decision, and her heart was full of questions and confusion.

"Is it because you found that you can't get any benefits from us?" There was a hint of self-mockery in her tone, as if she had already guessed the answer.

Hidden behind her self-mockery is her disappointment and helplessness towards them.

Fu Yanchen nodded slightly, and an imperceptible sharpness flashed in his deep eyes. That gaze seemed to be able to penetrate layers of fog and see through all the truths hidden in the dark.

"Yes, I guess so. I can kind of guess what they're thinking. Lately, they've been like greedy wolves, staring at us, trying to tear a piece of meat from us. I've been ignoring them, and I see they won't get any substantial benefits from us in the short term. For them, wasting their time like this every day, without financial support, is like a fish struggling in a dry riverbed, struggling to make ends meet. Their business, under my care... you should know, won't work."

His voice was low and steady, and every word seemed to be uttered after careful consideration, with unquestionable power.

"So, they chose to leave. They must have other plans in mind. They thought that as long as grandma was still in their hands, it was like holding an ace in their hand, and they felt that we wouldn't dare to do anything to them easily. After all, grandma is old and in poor health. They thought we would be cautious and would definitely give in to them, right? In the future, they will definitely..."

Having said that, Fu Yanchen paused slightly, his eyes gently falling on Xu Xiaoxiao's slightly bulging belly, where a new life was being nurtured, their hope and future.

His eyes softened instantly, like the warm sun in winter, dispelling all the cold and gloom.

"Okay, don't worry about these things."

Fu Yanchen reached out and gently stroked Xu Xiaoxiao's hair, his movements as gentle as if he was treating an extremely precious treasure.

"Your most important task right now is to take good care of the fetus and give us a healthy and lovely baby. Leave all these messy matters to me. I promise that I will handle this matter properly and will not let you or the baby come to any harm."

Xu Xiaoxiao raised her head and looked at Fu Yanchen's firm and confident eyes, and the worries in her heart gradually dissipated.

She knew that this man had great ability and determination, and he could handle any difficulties calmly.

She leaned gently in Fu Yanchen's arms, feeling his warm embrace, and whispered, "Yanchen, I believe you."

Fu Yanchen hugged Xu Xiaoxiao tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

He kissed her forehead gently and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm here, everything will be fine."

"..."

In the Nan Yifeng villa area, time passed quietly. Nan Weiwei finished her work early, picked up her bag and left.

This small action was actually a decision she made after careful consideration.

Hadn't she pissed off Nan Yifeng these past two days? She decided to take the initiative to cook and prepare a sumptuous dinner for him.

Although her cooking skills,,,, are not very good, but,,,,

When Nan Yifeng learned that Nan Weiwei had left work early, he couldn't help but feel suspicious. This girl has been... not right lately.

He gave some instructions to his assistant and left.

As soon as he stepped into the house, Nan Yifeng heard noises coming from the kitchen.

He had an idea and walked quickly to the kitchen to find out what was going on.

Sure enough, the moment he pushed open the door, the scene in front of him made him feel both amused and helpless - the originally tidy kitchen had now become a mess.

Nan Yifeng stood at the kitchen door, looking at the scene in front of him that looked like a disaster scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

On the chopping board, vegetable leaves and seasonings were piled up randomly, as if they had been swept by a small storm;

In the sink, unwashed dishes collided with each other, making a "ding-dong" sound, as if protesting against the chaotic situation;

The oil in the pot was already smoking, and Nan Weiwei was frantically throwing potato pieces of different sizes into the pot. The splashing oil droplets fell on her hands from time to time, making her gasp in pain.

"Weiwei, are you cooking or causing trouble?" Nan Yifeng finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of helplessness and amusement in his voice.

Nan Weiwei was so frightened when she heard the sound that she almost dropped the potato pieces in her hand.

She turned her head and saw Nan Yifeng standing at the door. A hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, but she soon put on a bright smile. "Yifeng, why are you back so early? I just wanted to cook you a meal."

Nan Yifeng walked into the kitchen and looked at her hands that were red from being splashed with oil, feeling distressed.

He gently held Nan Weiwei's hand and blew on it. "Does it hurt? Don't take such risks in the future. I know your cooking skills."

Nan curled his lips slightly and said unconvincedly, "Don't underestimate me. I will definitely make a delicious meal this time. Just wait and taste my cooking skills."

Nan Yifeng looked at her stubborn look and couldn't help laughing. "Okay, then I'll wait to eat the meal you cook. But, turn down the heat first, otherwise the pot will burn through."

Nan Weiwei finally reacted and hurriedly went to turn off the fire.

As a result, he accidentally knocked over the seasoning bottle next to him, and the soy sauce spilled all over the floor.

She looked at the soy sauce all over the floor and sighed helplessly, "I seem to have messed up again."

Nan Yifeng squatted down, picked up a rag and began to wipe the soy sauce off the ground. As he wiped, he said, "It's okay. Failure is the mother of success. Come, I'll teach you."

As he spoke, Nan Yifeng stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and began to instruct Nan Weiwei how to cook.

He first taught her how to cut vegetables correctly, how to control the heat, and how to season them.

Nan Weiwei studied very seriously. Although she was still a little confused, she gradually got the hang of it under Nan Yifeng's guidance.

After some effort, a plate of dishes that didn’t look very good but were fragrant were finally served on the table.

Nan Weiwei looked at the fruits of her labor with a proud smile on her face, "Come and try the meal I cooked."

Nan Yifeng picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of food, put it in his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

Although the taste was a bit strange, he still smiled with satisfaction, "Well, not bad, much better than last time."

Nan Weiwei jumped for joy when she heard Nan Yifeng's praise. "Really? Then I will cook for you often in the future."

Nan Yifeng looked at her happy face and felt warm in his heart.

He patted Nan Weiwei's head and said, "Okay, but don't make such a mess in the kitchen next time."

The two of them sat at the dining table, eating and chatting, their laughter echoing in the villa, making this originally deserted home particularly warm.

At this time, Nan Weiwei's phone rang, and she saw that it was the number of a private detective.

Nan Weiwei's expression changed. "Yi Feng, I... I picked up the phone."

After saying that, Nan Weiwei stood up and left, her steps a little flustered. She walked quickly to the corner of the living room, looking back at Nan Yifeng from time to time, her eyes full of guilt.

Nan Yifeng looked at her departing back, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of doubt and worry flashing in his eyes.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand. The originally relaxed atmosphere became a little subtle because of this phone call.

Nan Weiwei walked to the corner, took a deep breath, then pressed the answer button and said in a low voice, "Hello? What's up?"

The private detective's deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Miss Nan, I have some new discoveries about the matter you asked me to investigate before."

Nan Weiwei's heartbeat suddenly quickened. She pinched the corner of her clothes nervously and subconsciously looked back at Nan Yifeng. Seeing that he was staring at her, she quickly turned her head away. "You...don't say it on the phone yet. Let's meet somewhere to discuss it in detail."

"Okay, then we'll meet at the usual place in an hour." The private detective said and hung up the phone.

Nan Weiwei held the phone in her hand, her heart in a mess.

She didn't know how to face Nan Yifeng, and she didn't know what kind of information she would get after meeting with the private detective.

She turned around slowly and walked towards the dining table in a leisurely manner. Every step she took felt like she was stepping on cotton, soft and powerless.

Nan Yifeng looked at her distraught expression, and his doubts grew even stronger. He tried to make his tone sound calmer: "Who's calling? Why are you so mysterious?"

Nan Weiwei forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and hesitantly said, "It's just... just a friend who wants to discuss something personal with me. It's nothing serious."

Nan Yifeng stared at her with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through her: "Friend? What kind of friend needs to avoid me like this? Weiwei, have you been hiding something from me recently?"

Nan Weiwei's heart skipped a beat. She didn't dare to look Nan Yifeng in the eye. She lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers: "Really...it's really nothing. Don't think too much. I just made an appointment with a friend to go out later. I'll be back soon."

Nan Yifeng was silent for a moment, then stood up, walked over to Nan Weiwei, and said firmly, "Weiwei, I'm your husband. No matter what happens, we should face it together. If you really have any difficulties, you must tell me."

Nan Weiwei raised her head and looked at Nan Yifeng's concerned eyes. She was touched, but when she thought about what she was about to face, she gritted her teeth and shook her head: "I'm really fine, it's just a little thing between friends. I'll go out for a while and will be back soon. Wait for me."

After saying that, Nan Weiwei picked up her bag and hurried to the door.

Nan Yifeng looked at her departing back, his eyes full of worry and helplessness. He secretly decided that when Nan Weiwei came back, he would ask her clearly.

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