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

Chapter 1484 Arguing with Grandma

"Weiwei, why are you going to Yanchen's study?" The old lady's voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable majesty. It echoed in the quiet room, like a heavy hammer, hitting Nan Weiwei's heart.

Nan Weiwei was originally standing there, still thinking about what she had discussed with Fu Yanchen, when she was suddenly confused by this sudden question.

She frowned slightly, raised her head, met her grandmother's sharp gaze, and felt an inexplicable unhappiness in her heart.

Nan Weiwei really didn't have any deep feelings for this grandmother. They didn't have much contact with her on a daily basis, and every time they met, she was always restricted in one way or another.

She took a deep breath and tried to keep her tone calm, but the slightly rising tone still revealed her dissatisfaction: "No, grandma, I just want to talk to Fu Yanchen about something normal. What else can I do? What's wrong?"

As she spoke, she straightened her back unconsciously, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.

After hearing what Nan Weiwei said, grandma's expression became even gloomier. Her wrinkled face was furrowed tightly, like two deep ravines.

She was obviously protecting Xu Xiaoxiao. In her heart, Xu Xiaoxiao was the docile, well-behaved, and worthy younger generation, who had suffered a lot over the years.

"Weiwei, you are Xiaoxiao's sister. You can't do anything dishonest."

Nan Weiwei, no, how could she fall for Fu Yanchen, that moody tyrant? Isn’t her own Nan Yifeng gentle and considerate more attractive?

Grandma didn't care. Her voice was a little stern. "Besides, you don't do business. What can you talk about with Fu Yanchen? Do you understand? Don't disturb his work! He... has to make money to support the family now."

The tone sounded as if Nan Weiwei had done something unforgivable by going to Fu Yanchen's study.

Nan Weiwei felt aggrieved when she heard her grandmother's words. She bit her lip and wanted to refute, but she felt that in such an occasion, arguing seemed meaningless. After all, she was just an old lady.

The air around seemed to be frozen, and the silence was suffocating.

The neatly arranged bookshelves, the quaint tables and chairs, and the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall were like silent bystanders, quietly watching this little conflict between the grandfather and grandson.

Grandma's eyes held an undeniable dignity. She raised her head slightly, staring at Nan Weiwei with a piercing gaze. Her face was filled with seriousness, and she spoke in a stern voice, "You're different from Xiaoxiao. You grew up in the Nan family, enjoying the splendor of this mansion from a young age, without ever having suffered a single hardship. Now that Xiaoxiao has finally found this happiness, you must not ruin her happiness."

When Nan Weiwei heard this, she was stunned at first, then her eyes widened, her face full of surprise and grievance.

Her fair cheeks flushed with excitement, her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, her lips trembled slightly, and after a while she spoke, her voice choked with sobs and anger: "No, grandma, no matter how despicable I am, Nan Weiwei would never do such a despicable thing as snatching Xiaoxiao's husband! Besides, Fu Yanchen's heart and eyes are full of Xiaoxiao, how could I take him away from Xiaoxiao."

At this moment, the door of the study slowly opened with a creak, and Fu Yanchen walked out with steady steps.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, his face was stern, his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of displeasure in his deep eyes.

He first glanced at the two of them, then spoke coldly in a low and powerful voice: "Xiaoxiao is weak now and needs a good rest. If you have any unhappiness in your hearts and want to quarrel, go to the yard outside and don't disturb her peace here."

The two people were speechless, and the air in the room seemed to be stagnant. The faint light coming in from the window cast mottled shadows on the ground, like a silent painting full of stories.

Fu Yanchen straightened his back, his expression solemn and frank. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on Grandma, and said firmly, "Grandma, there is only Xiaoxiao in my heart from beginning to end. Please don't think of me as the same as those men with unstable minds."

"Now that Xiaoxiao is pregnant, she is at her most vulnerable. All I can think about is how to protect her. How could I have such inappropriate thoughts?"

He paused slightly, his mind recounting every moment of the past four years. Those moments of silent protection transformed into the strongest strength in his heart. "I've endured these four years, so why would I care about these few short months? I will stay by Xiaoxiao's side until the baby is born safely."

Hearing this, grandma's frown gradually relaxed, and a hint of relief flashed in her cloudy eyes. However, she still refused to speak: "I hope you will do as you said. If you dare to let Xiaoxiao suffer any injustice, I will never forgive you."

Nan Weiwei stood aside, looking at Fu Yanchen's serious expression, feeling mixed emotions.

She bit her lower lip lightly, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her carefree expression.

She picked up the bag that was placed aside and said to Fu Yanchen and grandma, "Grandma, did you hear that? Now you should be relieved! Fu Yanchen, tell Xiaoxiao that I'm leaving."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door. Every step she took seemed to use up all her strength. The sound of her high heels hitting the ground seemed particularly crisp in the silent room, yet it also carried a sense of indescribable loneliness.

Fu Yanchen nodded slightly, agreeing to Nan Weiwei's words, but his eyes were still on his grandmother, as if waiting for her further response.

The slightly depressing atmosphere in the house, and the dense raindrops outside the window began to float, hitting the glass and making a slight "rustling" sound, as if quietly accompanying the scene in the house.

Grandma sighed softly, her weathered face filled with helplessness. She slowly stood up, her movements somewhat slow, mumbling, "Alright, since you don't like what I say, I won't interfere in your affairs anymore, to avoid annoying you. I'd better go check on Xiaoxiao. She's pregnant, and I don't know how she's doing."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the stairs step by step. His staggering back looked particularly lonely under the dim light.

Fu Yanchen looked at his grandmother's departing back, frowned slightly, reached out his hand and subconsciously pinched his eyebrows, as if this could relieve his inner boredom.

He knew in his heart that although the old lady sometimes spoke bluntly, it was ultimately for the sake of laughter.

But sometimes, she was really afraid that her nagging and worrying would affect Xiaoxiao's rest.

A somewhat bold idea even flashed through his mind. He really wanted to send the old lady away and let her recuperate somewhere else so that she wouldn't have to worry about this and that here all the time.

However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately rejected it.

He knew Xu Xiaoxiao too well. If he really sent her grandmother away, Xiaoxiao would definitely be sad and feel that she had not fulfilled her filial duty.

Thinking of this, Fu Yanchen shook his head helplessly, then turned and walked towards the study, hoping that Xiaoxiao could sleep peacefully at this moment and not be disturbed by the things happening in the room.

Grandma goes upstairs...