kingnovel Chapter 1654: Furious
Chapter 1654: Furious
Just as the taxi was about to slowly leave, its wheels beginning to turn, and its body swaying slightly as it was about to merge into the nighttime traffic, an extremely luxurious Rolls-Royce, like a black beast, suddenly sped up from the street corner, braked sharply, and blocked the taxi's path.
The powerful aura instantly dimmed everything around them. The taxi driver, startled by the sudden turn of events, trembled, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes wide as saucers, and muttering under his breath:
"I hope we won't be robbed. In this day and age, robbers drive such high-end cars. What am I going to do?!" His voice was full of fear and panic, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Nan Weiwei sat in the back seat of the taxi, gazing out the window at Nan Yifeng's receding figure, still savoring the warm and awkward scenes from just moments before. This sudden turn of events startled her so much that she almost cried out.
She stared wide-eyed at the imposing Rolls-Royce before her, her heart filled with doubt and unease. She wondered who was inside and why they had suddenly blocked their path.
At this moment, the Rolls-Royce door slowly opened, and Nan Yifeng stepped out with steady and powerful steps, exuding a cool and noble aura.
He walked straight to the taxi, stretched out his long fingers, and gently tapped on the taxi window.
Nan Weiwei looked out the car window and saw it was him. Her heart skipped a beat, and a complex feeling welled up inside her. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly rolled down the window.
Nan Yifeng glanced at her coldly and said in a low, indifferent voice, "Get out of the car."
His tone left no room for argument, as if carrying an invisible authority.
Nan Weiwei's face flushed red. She didn't want the taxi driver to laugh at her and felt embarrassed by the commotion. So she gritted her teeth, opened the car door, got out, and silently walked to Nan Yifeng's car, opening the back door.
“Sit in the front. I’m not your driver.” Nan Yifeng frowned and said coldly as he watched her walk to the back seat.
His eyes revealed a hint of displeasure, as if he were blaming Nan Weiwei for not understanding his meaning.
Nan Weiwei stood by the car, feeling a little wronged after hearing his words, but she didn't want to argue with him.
She stood beside the car, her eyes darting nervously to the seats inside.
The driver's seat was on the left, and the passenger seat was empty on the right. She hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to sit in the empty seat, but after some internal struggle, she finally decided to take it.
She plopped down in the soft, comfortable seat, gently fastened her seatbelt, and adjusted her posture to appear more natural.
Then, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and told herself that she must remain silent and quiet, and not make any noise or attract unnecessary attention.
The only way to avoid conflict or argument with him is to do this – after all, who knows if this man will suddenly become irritable or lose control of his emotions? Accidentally angering him could have dire consequences! So the best course of action right now is to obediently listen and not move…
She carefully extended her right hand, as if afraid of making the slightest sound, and gently and slowly opened the car door.
Then, she gracefully slipped into the car, her movements as light as a cat's.
Once settled, she skillfully picked up the seatbelt, fastened it, and adjusted it to the most comfortable position.
After completing this series of actions, she turned her head slightly, gazing at the world outside the car window, pretending to casually appreciate the ever-changing scenery along the way, but in reality, her mind had already flown far away.
Fortunately, Nan Yifeng remained silent throughout the journey, without saying a word.
He stared intently at the road ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, as steady as a statue.
Every now and then, he would turn his head slightly to quickly scan the surrounding traffic conditions, but he would not do anything else.
His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, with dark clouds covering his face, sending chills down one's spine; his slightly furrowed brows seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, unable to relax, as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing down on his heart, making it hard to breathe.
His face, which should have been as sharp and resolute as if carved by a knife, now appeared exceptionally cold and stern due to the tightness of his lips and the tautness of his mouth. Even the distinct angles of his chin seemed to form an insurmountable chasm, completely isolating him from the outside world.
Nan Weiwei cautiously glanced at him, then quickly looked away, but couldn't help stealing another look.
Seeing his expression, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and unease.
She pondered to herself: Could it be that he harbors resentment towards her for going to his mother's house? Does he think she went to see him? If so, then Nan Yifeng is just being paranoid.
She did this not at all with the intention of getting back together with him, nor would she ever go back to an old flame. She went there today simply because she was worried about his mother's health and wanted to check if the old lady's condition had improved.
After all, she was injured by the motorcycle gang while she was visiting him, so she should go and check on her, both morally and logically. Next time, she should make sure to find out the truth before going.
She hadn't given any thought to anything else, and she never expected that Nan Yifeng would come today, or that he would just happen to be there. She thought that Nan Yifeng's mother had already been discharged from the hospital and was almost fully recovered, and that given the relationship between Nan Yifeng and his parents, he shouldn't have come. Unexpectedly... sigh... today is really awkward.
As her thoughts became increasingly chaotic, Nan Weiwei's anxiety grew. She didn't want to spend the night with this misunderstanding, and she didn't want Nan Yifeng to think that she couldn't live without him.
After some internal struggle, she finally decided to clarify the truth to the other party.
So she took a deep breath, composed herself, coughed lightly twice to cover it up, and tried her best to keep her tone steady and natural as she began to explain.
"Uh... actually, Nan Yifeng, I... I didn't know you'd go back to see your mother today. I felt bad about it, so I went to see your aunt. After all, she got injured because she came to see me. I'm worried about you... please don't mind... I..."
However, before she could finish speaking, she involuntarily bit her lower lip due to excessive nervousness, completely unable to predict how Nan Yifeng would respond next.
Nan Weiwei had already mentally prepared for the worst, and the scene of Nan Yifeng throwing a tantrum kept flashing through her mind:
Nan Yifeng might slam on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt on the side of the road, then glare at her angrily and yell at her, or even ruthlessly kick her out of the car, leaving her standing alone on that cold and unfamiliar street, as if she were an insignificant and annoying object.
Thinking about all this, Nan Weiwei felt a pang of panic, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
However, reality was quite different from what she had imagined. Nan Yifeng remained silent for a few seconds, those seconds feeling like an eternity, making Nan Weiwei's heart leap into her throat.
Then, he slowly turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes filled with an unfathomable emotion, as if he found Nan Weiwei's actions somewhat inexplicable, as if she had suddenly asked a completely illogical question that left him bewildered.
"No, Nan Weiwei, when did you become so timid? If you want to go, just go. Why are you telling me this? Do you think I can restrict your freedom? I'm not like Fu Yanchen, who has a strong desire to control."
Nan Yifeng finally spoke. His voice was low and calm, without a trace of anger, as if Nan Weiwei's tension and worry just now were unnecessary.
Fu Yanchen, who was working overtime, sneezed. He wondered who had said something about him.
Nan Weiwei was speechless for a moment; she hadn't expected Nan Yifeng to react this way.
All the explanations and defenses she had prepared were now stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them.
Her anger grew stronger, and her tone became harsh and impatient: "Hmph! You clearly look angry."
“I didn’t,” Nan Yi explained.
"Just because you say you don't mean it doesn't mean it. You're lying. Look at your face, you're giving me such a sour look."
Nan Yifeng didn't want to explain anymore. Fu Yanchen was right. Don't try to reason with women; you can't win. Their reasoning is their reasoning.
"Nan Yifeng, I don't owe you anything, but... you give me the feeling that I owe you a lot of money."
Nan Yi Feng,,,,
“I had planned to take a taxi away from here by myself, but I didn’t expect you to insist on stopping the driver and personally driving me home.”
"To be honest, I just felt a bit of warmth and care, but your reaction completely surprised me!"
Nan Yi Feng...
"Not only did you not show any enthusiasm or thoughtfulness, but you also started to act superior to me and even inexplicably lost your temper... Faced with such a sudden change, I was really confused: what exactly are you trying to say?"
Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, and her cheeks flushed red with anger.
Nan Yifeng took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily, as if trying to expel all the frustration in his heart with that breath, but to little avail.
He frowned, pursed his lips, and remained silent for a moment before speaking: "Weiwei, it's really not what you think. Listen to me... Actually, everyone has their own emotions and desires, and I'm no exception! So, I didn't mean to target you. It's just that I encountered a little trouble at work today, which made me feel a bit down."
His eyes revealed a hint of weariness and helplessness, as if the pressure of work had become unbearable for him.
Then, he suddenly changed the subject, his previously gentle gaze instantly turning sharp, locking onto Nan Weiwei like a hawk, and asked, "Oh, I almost forgot to ask you, Weiwei, have you been following the news lately?"
Upon hearing this question, Nan Weiwei was taken aback. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and replied, "News? I'm not quite sure... It seems like nothing particularly significant has happened to make it onto the trending topics list these past few days, has it?" Her tone carried a hint of doubt and confusion.
"You don't know?" These words slipped out with a hint of surprise and doubt.
What?
Nan blinked her big, bright eyes, her face showing a bewildered and confused expression.
After a moment of silence, the other party finally couldn't help but speak again: "...Ye Junhao has come to the capital!"
Upon hearing the name, Nan Weiwei paused for a moment, then quickly realized what was going on and replied casually, "Well, let him come. What does it have to do with me? What's wrong? Did he cause you trouble?" Her words revealed a nonchalant attitude.
"No, not at all," Nan Yifeng said.
"That's all, why did you tell me about him?" Nan Weiwei said casually.
"Hmm..." Nan Yifeng replied.
She didn't notice the change in the speaker's expression—although his tone remained quite steady, a subtle tension and concern for something were revealed deep in his eyes.
Ye Junhao's name was like a pebble thrown into the already turbulent lake between them, creating ripples.
Nan Weiwei didn't know why Nan Yifeng would suddenly mention him.
"However, a few days ago he inexplicably gave me a turtle. It was a small turtle, but the patterns on its shell were clear and unique. Its eyes were round and bright, giving it a clever look. But I gave it to Xiaomei to keep as a pet."
Nan Wei lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the hem of her clothes. Her voice was soft but carried a hint of honesty as she told Nan Yifeng the whole story.
She was actually a little uneasy, wondering how Nan Yifeng would react after hearing the news.
Nan Yifeng's already somewhat gloomy expression darkened even more upon hearing these words, as if shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
His brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep "川" shape, and his eyes became increasingly sharp as he stared intently at Nan Weiwei, as if trying to see right through her.
After a long while, Nan Yifeng finally spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an indescribable complex emotion: "Weiwei, can you tell me the truth?"
His tone carried a hint of pleading, and a barely perceptible tremor, as if he were afraid to hear an answer he didn't want to hear.
Nan Weiwei felt a little flustered by his gaze and tone. She raised her head, met Nan Yifeng's gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, "Go ahead."
Although her voice was calm, her eyes revealed a hint of tension and unease.
Nan Yifeng took a deep breath, as if he had mustered up his courage, and finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind: "Weiwei, when you wanted to break up, it wasn't because you saw the photo of me kissing Li Shanshan, was it? Could it be because of him?"
His voice rose slightly, carrying a hint of questioning, and his eyes were filled with expectation and worry.
He desperately wanted Nan Weiwei to give him a negative answer, to tell him that it was all just his guess and that their breakup had nothing to do with Ye Junhao.
Nan Weiwei was slightly startled when she heard the question; she hadn't expected Nan Yifeng to suddenly ask it.
The scene of breaking up with Nan Yifeng flashed through her mind instantly, and those painful and helpless emotions surged into her heart like a tide.
She bit her lip, her anger blazing...