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

Chapter 1548 Suspension of Service

Nan Yifeng slid his fingers quickly across the phone screen and accurately found the private detective's number that had no notes but had frequent calls.

The moment she pressed the dial button, Nan Weiwei felt her heartbeat suddenly accelerate, as if it was about to burst through her chest. Her breathing also completely stopped at this moment, as if her throat was being strangled by an invisible hand.

She felt a panic in her heart. Her aunt's affairs were like a tangled mess, complicated and tricky. She had originally planned to solve it quietly by herself. She didn't want Nan Yifeng to be involved and didn't want him to know about these troubles.

She was afraid that Nan Yifeng would be worried after knowing this, and she was even more afraid that he would have more misunderstandings about her because of this incident.

However, the call had already been dialed, and Nan Weiwei could only watch helplessly, praying silently in her heart that the call would not be connected.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and every second became extremely long.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable."

As the mechanical and cold female voice rang out in the air, Nan's slightly tense nerves relaxed instantly. She felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body, and she almost couldn't stand steadily.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, as if she had just woken up from a terrible nightmare.

After hearing the prompt tone, Nan Yifeng's originally calm face suddenly became like the surface of a lake blown by a gust of wind, with ripples appearing all over the place.

His brows first frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then a look of doubt flashed across his eyes as quickly as lightning.

At the same time, his lips seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and he pursed them unconsciously. This subtle movement revealed a little surprise in his heart.

Although the change in his expression was subtle, it was like a beautiful painting, with every detail portrayed just right, allowing people to clearly feel his surprise and confusion about the result.

"Suspended?" he repeated softly, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Nan Weiwei looked at Nan Yifeng's expression. Although her heart was still pounding, she tried hard to pretend nothing had happened on the surface.

She shrugged her shoulders slightly, as if she felt helpless about the matter.

Then, she slowly stretched out her hands, palms facing up, to show her innocence to the other person.

She had an innocent look on her face, as if to say, "I really don't know anything about this!"

Then, she said in a slightly aggrieved tone, "I really don't know why this number was suddenly suspended."

She tried to keep her voice steady, but the slightly trembling ending betrayed her inner nervousness.

Nan Yifeng stared at Nan Weiwei for a few seconds, his eyes seemed to see through her.

Nan Weiwei felt uneasy when she was looked at by him. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at Nan Yifeng. Her fingers unconsciously twisted the corners of her clothes to relieve her inner tension.

After a while, Nan Yifeng slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression gradually returned to calm, but there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He frowned and stared at the number on the phone screen thoughtfully, as if he could see the secret hidden behind the number.

After a moment's silence, he slowly raised his head and his gaze fell on Nan Weiwei, revealing a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

"This number..." His voice was low and solemn, as if he was considering how to word it. "It was in contact with you so frequently, but now it's suddenly stopped. Isn't it strange?"

There was obvious doubt in his words, as if suggesting that there might be some unknown circumstances behind Nan Weiwei's number.

Nan Weiwei's expression changed slightly when she heard his words, and her originally relaxed expression instantly became a little solemn.

Nan Weiwei's heart tightened, but she still pretended to be calm and replied, "It's probably just an ordinary business number. It's normal for people not to pay on time. Besides, I just contacted him for a small matter, nothing special."

As she spoke, she secretly observed Nan Yifeng's reaction, hoping to get away with it.

Nan Yifeng sneered and said, "A trivial matter? Frequent phone calls and you call it a trivial matter? Nan Weiwei, do you think I will believe it?"

There was a hint of questioning in his tone, which made Nan Weiwei's heart rise again.

Nan bit her lip and said stubbornly, "It's really just a small matter, Yi Feng, please don't ask any more questions. Once I've resolved the matter, I'll tell you everything."

Nan Yifeng's fingers swiped quickly across the phone screen, his eyes fixed on the screen, not missing any tiny corner.

When his finger gently slid across the screen and turned to the text message page of the private detective's number, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He took a deep breath and looked carefully, but was surprised to find that the page was so clean, like a blank piece of paper that had never been written on.

There wasn't a single text message, not a single word, not even a single punctuation mark.

This was completely different from what he had expected. He had thought he would see some information related to the case, or at least some simple communication records.

He couldn't help feeling confused and lost. The blank page seemed to be mocking his expectations and efforts.

He began to wonder if he had remembered the number incorrectly, or if the private investigator had never sent him any message at all.

He frowned slightly and re-examined the number to make sure he had entered it correctly.

So why is the page so blank? Did the private investigator deliberately delete all the information? Or is there some other reason?

All kinds of speculations swirled in his mind, making him feel even more depressed.

His brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and his doubts grew even stronger - either this number had never communicated with Nan Weiwei through text messages, or the previous text message records had been deliberately deleted.

He slowly raised his head and stared at Nan Weiwei with a sharp gaze, which was full of scrutiny and questioning.

Then, as if he had lost his patience and was a bit angry, he casually threw his phone onto the sofa beside him. There was a dull "bang" sound when the phone touched the sofa.

"Weiwei, tell me the truth. What have you been doing all this time? I watched you grow up. You can't lie to me."

Nan Yifeng's voice was so low that it seemed to penetrate one's soul, and the seriousness revealed in it made the air seem to freeze.

Every word he uttered seemed to be carefully considered and squeezed out from between his teeth, with undisguised questioning and doubt.

He leaned forward slightly, supporting his hands on his knees, as if this would make him more imposing and more likely to get the truth from Nan Weiwei.

"Weiwei, if you don't tell me, I will find out." Nan Yifeng's voice was low and firm, as if he had made up his mind to uncover the mystery.

He paused, staring at Wei Wei, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

It was disappointment, and a subtle hurt. He had thought the trust between them was unbreakable, but the slight silence made him begin to doubt it.

"I haven't asked anyone to investigate directly because I feel the problem between us hasn't reached that point yet. I don't want to break the trust between us. Weiwei, do you understand?"

Nan Yifeng's tone revealed a sense of helplessness and contradiction.

He really didn't want to find out Weiwei's secret in this way, but her silence left him with no choice.

"But you're being so secretive now, how can I trust you?"

Nan Yifeng's voice rose slightly, with a hint of annoyance.

He didn't understand why Weiwei couldn't just tell him the truth honestly, but chose to treat him this way instead.

Nan Weiwei was a little at a loss because of Nan Yifeng's sudden questioning. Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of panic and grievance.

She opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but when the words came to her lips she didn't know where to start.

She knew that if she didn't explain it clearly now, Nan Yifeng would definitely continue to be suspicious, but her aunt's matter was too complicated and she really didn't know how to start.

Nan Weiwei's face flushed red, her eyes widened, and her eyeballs were bloodshot. She looked as if she wanted to reveal her true heart to Nan Yifeng.

Like an enraged lion, she suddenly raised her hands high, her fingers trembling slightly from exerting too much force.

Her voice echoed in the air, carrying with it a certain determination and unwillingness to throw the jar into the air.

"I haven't done anything to offend you!" Her voice was trembling, as if she was trying her best to suppress her inner anger and grievance. "I haven't done anything sneaky or wrongful!"

His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring straight at the other person, as if he wanted to see through his eyes into his innermost thoughts.

Nan Weiwei took a deep breath and continued, "I swear, if I really let you down, I..."

Her voice suddenly paused, as if she was hesitating whether to say the oath.

However, after only a moment's hesitation, she seemed to have made up her mind and said firmly: "I will be struck by lightning as soon as I leave the house!"

This sentence was like a final ultimatum, with a sense of determination and fearlessness.

When she said this, her voice seemed to be suddenly pulled by something, and instantly became high-pitched and sharp, as if it was about to break through the sky.

The originally clear and pleasant voice was now filled with tears, which made people feel pity.

"Just leave it alone!"

These words seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat, with a hint of despair and helplessness.

Her tone revealed a deep fatigue, as if she was extremely tired of this topic.

"Well, I need some private space, right?"

This last sentence was like her final struggle and the truest cry from her heart.

Her voice echoed in the air, trembling slightly, allowing people to feel the pain and conflict in her heart.

When Nan Yifeng saw Nan Weiwei's appearance, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if being pricked by countless tiny needles at the same time.

He took a step forward, approaching Nan Weiwei, and gripped her shoulders tightly with both hands, squeezing until his knuckles turned white. His voice was low and hoarse, "Personal space? Nan Weiwei, you're talking about personal space? We're going to spend our lives together. Is there anything you can't be honest with me about? Why do you have to hide it all? How can I trust you like this?"

Nan Weiwei's shoulder was hurt by Nan Yifeng's grip. She frowned and tried to break free, but found that Nan Yifeng's hand was holding her tightly like an iron clamp, and she couldn't move at all.

She raised her head and met Nan Yifeng's eyes full of questioning and pain. She felt flustered, but she was stubborn and refused to compromise easily.

"I just don't want to make you worry. I don't want to push all those troubles onto you."

Nan Weiwei's voice was tinged with tears, tears welling up in her eyes. "Do you think I want this? I don't want to hide it from you, but this matter is really too complicated. I haven't figured it out myself yet, how can I tell you?"

Nan Yifeng sneered, his eyes full of mockery: "Complicated? How complicated can it be? Is it more complicated than the feelings between us? Nan Weiwei, you keep saying that you don't want me to worry, but hiding it like this will only make me more worried and more painful. Do you know that I spend every day in suspicion and anxiety? This feeling is worse than death."

After hearing what Nan Yifeng said, Nan Weiwei felt a surge of grievances in her heart.

She shook off Nan Yifeng's hand and took a few steps back. Tears welled up in her eyes, slid down her cheeks and wet her collar.

"Nan Yifeng, you've gone too far! I'm thinking about you, but you doubt me like this. Is this the kind of person I am in your heart? Someone who would do something bad and betray you?"

Nan Yifeng looked at Nan Weiwei's tear-stained face and felt a pang of regret. He knew that what he had said just now was a bit harsh, but the doubt and uneasiness in his heart made him unable to control his words.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then slowly walked towards Nan Weiwei, his voice softening a little: "Weiwei, I didn't mean that. I just care about you too much and I'm afraid of losing you, so I'm so sensitive and impulsive."

Nan Weiwei turned her head away, refusing to look at Nan Yifeng, muttering, "What's the point of saying this now? You've already hurt me."

Nan Yifeng walked up to Nan Weiwei, gently turned her shoulders and made her face him.

He reached out his hand, gently wiped the tears from her face, and said, "Weiwei, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you so much, and I shouldn't have pushed you so hard. Would you be willing to give me some time to slowly adjust my mindset? At the same time, I hope you can give me some trust. When you have thought it through and are willing to speak out, tell me, okay?"

Nan Weiwei looked at Nan Yifeng's sincere eyes, and the ice in her heart gradually melted.

She nodded gently and said, "Yi Feng, I'm also wrong. I shouldn't be so impulsive. I will sort things out as soon as possible and then tell you."

"Oh!" Nan Yifeng sighed in his heart. Now, what else could he do?

Nan Weiwei seemed to remember something, "Yi Feng, that..."