My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 1

Qiao En’en? What do you think you’re doing?

A low, dangerous voice suddenly reached Qiao En’en’s ears.

Just having returned home from work, Qiao En’en sleepily pushed open the bathroom door, intending to take a bath and get a good night’s sleep. She froze.

Her eyes widened as she saw a cold, handsome man with a bare upper body sitting in the spacious bathtub, his dark gaze fixed on her.

Water droplets rolled down his sharply defined chest, shimmering seductively under the warm indoor lighting, accentuating the striking impact of his handsome, sharp-featured face.

Perfect lines stretched from his chiseled jawline to his collarbone, and then…

Ah—!

I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!

Qiao En’en gasped, covering her eyes and scrambling to turn and flee.

Ahhh! Did I walk into the wrong room? How did I walk into the wrong room…?

Wait, she couldn’t move?

Immediately afterward,

 Ding-dong! Welcome, Host, to the novel The Beloved Wife is a Crowd-Pleaser. You will now take over the role of the original owner, Qiao En’en, and complete the remaining plot.  A cute, mechanical voice echoed in Qiao En’en’s mind.

Immediately, everything froze, and a flood of memories, none of them belonging to Qiao En’en, surged into her mind.

So she’d transmigrated into a novel? And become a cannon fodder supporting character in a steamy romance, married to the second male lead of an elite family, with a mere ten chapters of screen time?

In the story, the female lead, Jiang Yuening, was gentle and sweet, deeply in love with Fu Qianshan, the newly appointed head of the Fu Group. But Fu Qianshan was already engaged.

Heartbroken and lost, Jiang Yuening was comforted by the male lead and several supporting male characters. Gradually, she recovered from her heartbreak and eventually lived happily ever after with the male lead.

Qiao En’en, however, was Fu Qianshan’s arranged wife.

In the novel, Qiao En’en didn’t love Fu Qianshan. But what choice did she have when the male lead she adored was obsessed with Jiang Yuening?

Now Madam Fu, Qiao En’en schemed relentlessly to win Fu Qianshan’s heart.

Unfortunately, Fu Qianshan despised her. Even their public charade of marital bliss was a one-woman show, leaving her utterly humiliated.

Within days, the young masters and heiresses of high society knew Madam Fu was a complete joke.

Qiao En’en burned with shame and fury.

Especially when confronted with Jiang Yuening’s feigned concern, she secretly vowed to win Fu Qianshan at any cost, just to infuriate Jiang Yuening to death.

Tonight, she seized the opportunity of returning to the Fu Family’s old mansion with Fu Qianshan. She slipped a substance into his coffee, then peeped at him while he showered, hoping to seduce him in his dazed state.

Alas, Fu Qianshan coldly threw her out.

In the novel’s ending, Qiao En’en, the cannon fodder female supporting character, was finally kicked out by Fu Qianshan after her relentless self-destructive actions, meeting a tragic end.

Having learned the plot, Qiao En’en stared at the book’s opulent mansion in shock. With these resources, wouldn’t it be better to be a carefree, wealthy woman, indulging in food, drink, and leisure?

Why bother chasing after a man?

Lost in her吐槽, Qiao En’en failed to grasp the crucial difference between restricted fiction and other novels.

The moment she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into the man’s icy, dark eyes in the bathtub.

Even with time frozen, the chilling intensity in his gaze made her heart pound.

Especially since…

The man was sitting in the bathtub, surrounded by warm, swirling steam. Soft, warm-toned light bathed his lean yet muscular chest, highlighting its sculpted contours.

Crystal-clear water droplets slowly trickled down his defined muscle lines…

His features were sharply defined, like a sculpted masterpiece deep-set eyes half-closed, a straight, prominent nose, and tightly pressed lips.

Every inch of him radiated an irresistible, primal allure.

Qiao En’en, who had never been in a relationship, felt her heart pound uncontrollably.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

Suddenly, a scene flashed through her mind

Fu Qianshan coldly ordered Qiao En’en to leave. Instead of obeying, she tearfully pleaded, Fu Qianshan, I can help you.

Let me stay and help you, please? Even if it means…

Before she could finish, Fu Qianshan threw her out.

After the scene played out, the System spoke again

Host, if you maintain your character and follow the plot, you can return to the real world with a reward of one hundred million yuan. Moreover, although Fu Qianshan dislikes the original owner of this body, he gives her five million yuan in monthly allowance. You can take all that money back to the real world too.

And don’t worry, Host. You only need to follow the essential plot points. Anything not explicitly mentioned in the book is irrelevant.

Qiao En’en couldn’t care less about plot or character roles.

Sorry, but I’m not interested. I refuse.

She had no desire to maintain some ridiculous character persona, especially not while facing a drugged man taking a bath.

Her daily overtime was already miserable enough, thank you very much.

Wait a minute…

How much is the compensation?

Monthly salary of five million? Year-end bonus of one hundred million?

One! Hundred! Million?!

Ahem.

As the saying goes, where you work is just work, right?

It’s just a novel, after all.

And she’s just an NPC.

Deal.

Before Qiao En’en could finish her mental grumbling, her body instantly regained its freedom.

The next moment, she found herself face-to-face with the man whose time flow had returned to normal, his cold, dark eyes piercing through her.

Then, the man in the bathtub parted his icy lips, his low voice, almost grinding through his teeth, radiating an oppressive sense of danger Get out now!

Having never encountered such a situation before, Qiao En’en immediately forgot about her character setting and plot. She nodded reflexively Oh, oh, sorry! Just a sec, I’ll get out right away.

But she forgot that she had been about to turn around earlier. With this sudden release of tension, she naturally lost her balance and unexpectedly lunged straight toward the man.

Meeting his cold, astonished gaze, Qiao En’en panicked Ah—!

Then, as expected, she plunged headfirst into the spacious bathtub, her hands landing squarely on the man’s scalding chest, instantly soaking her completely.

Qiao En’en’s eyes widened in terror.

I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…

Panic-stricken, Qiao En’en’s mind went blank. She blurted out an apology, I didn’t mean to! I really didn’t mean to…

Waaah, how did I fall? What do I do? I can’t get up!

Having never been this close to a man before, Qiao En’en was so nervous she could barely breathe.

Completely oblivious, she failed to notice that the moment her skin touched the man’s, he let out a muffled groan. He glanced at Qiao En’en before his gaze snapped down to his legs, which had been paralyzed for years. A flicker of shock and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He gripped his legs with both hands, his usually cold eyes now swirling with an indescribable darkness and complexity.

Yet the woman pressing down on his chest continued to mutter nonsensical thoughts in her mind.

Just now, Fu Qianshan had realized he could hear Qiao En’en’s inner thoughts.

The woman’s mental monologue continued

But… this man’s chest muscles feel so good.

Even though she’d never had a boyfriend, Qiao En’en’s fingers seemed to itch. She couldn’t help but give them a little squeeze.

Feeling the man’s firm, scorching chest so clearly and deeply, Qiao En’en’s heart pounded even faster.

This is… this is really amazing.

I want to touch it again.

Then,

Qiao En’en, I won’t say it twice.

The man whose chest she had been touching spoke again.

Perhaps it was her imagination, but this time his voice seemed deeper, with a barely perceptible restraint and a slight tremor.

It was as if he was desperately suppressing something.

Wait, had he been drugged?

What kind of novel was this again?

A restricted one? Like an 18+ forbidden-but-not-really-forbidden type?

Could it be…?

Qiao En’en’s breath hitched, and she instinctively lowered her gaze to the part of him no longer hidden by the bathtub…

Immediately, the man’s large, powerful hand clamped down on her chin.

Qiao… En… En—

Mmm-hmm, I’m here, she mumbled, her chin still gripped.

Forced to meet the man’s icy, unfathomably deep gaze, Qiao En’en’s muddled mind went completely blank.

What had he just said?

Something about not repeating himself?

Never mind. Apologizing couldn’t hurt.

I-I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to.

Hmm? My calf feels… sticky?

Qiao En’en involuntarily glanced down at her left leg and immediately jumped back in shock.

She noticed a long, fresh wound had appeared on her pale, slender calf, bl00d still flowing freely.

Ah—!

Qiao En’en’s breath caught in her throat, tears welling up in her eyes from the shock. She glanced frantically at the man in the bathtub. I’m so sorry! My leg is bleeding. I need to stop it immediately. It’s too…

The word painful was about to escape her lips, but it caught in her throat.

Because Qiao En’en felt absolutely no pain.

Seeing the man staring at her with a cold, expressionless gaze, she looked incredulously at her bleeding calf, then at the bl00d-stained blade lying on the floor beside her.

Utterly bewildered.

Where did that blade come from? Wait, why doesn’t it hurt?

Have I awakened some kind of superpower?

This is too…

Awesome! Does that mean my monthly period, which tortures me to death every time, might also be…

Lost in her amazement at her newfound painlessness, Qiao En’en failed to notice that as bl00d continued to flow from the wound, the already pale-faced man in the bathtub grew increasingly dark and menacing.

By now, Qiao En’en had regained her composure.

The sight of bl00d trickling down her calf had frightened her, leaving her eyes slightly red-rimmed and her long, curled lashes glistening with moisture. She looked utterly pitiful.

Prompted by the System, Qiao En’en gazed at the man before her with tender affection, his dark eyes radiating a terrifying pressure. Mr. Fu, I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that just now.

Could you please let me bandage my wound first?

Even though it doesn’t hurt, I’m scared I’ll bleed to death! Waaah!

Before she could finish speaking, Mr. Fu released her chin and tossed a clean, dry towel onto her bleeding leg. The white towel landed precisely over the wound.

Qiao En’en froze, her eyes widening in surprise. ?

Get out.

The man’s deep, husky voice was now laced with barely restrained fury.

Noticing the suspicious flush on his cheeks and the increasingly dark, intense gaze in his eyes, Qiao En’en knew this man was about to be consumed by his own inner fire, his veins throbbing, on the verge of losing control and doing something reckless.

Okay, okay, okay! I’m leaving right now!

Qiao En’en scrambled off the man, immediately grabbing a nearby towel to press against the bleeding wound. She nervously tied a simple bow over it, intending to leave and properly stop the bleeding later.

But just as she was about to leave, her body froze again.

Right, I forgot. I still have one line left to deliver.

Qiao En’en sniffled dramatically, forcing herself to summon the necessary emotion. She took a deep breath, then another, striving to make her soft, hesitant voice sound both wronged and heartbroken.

With teary eyes, she finally managed, Actually… Fu Qianshan, I… I can help you.

Having mustered the courage to deliver her first line, Qiao En’en, her face burning with shame and her breathing ragged, steeled herself and threw caution to the wind. Let me stay and help you, okay? Even if it means…

Get out—

Seeing the man react exactly as the plot dictated, Qiao En’en secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

On the surface Waaah… Mr. Fu…

Inwardly Okay, bro, I’m outta here.

Aaaaaah, so embarrassing, so embarrassing!

Even in a novel, delivering lines like this was mortifying.

Thankfully, she could move again.

She glanced down at her hand.

The warm light in the bedroom bathed her delicate, smooth hand, making it appear exceptionally soft and tender.

This hand almost…

Qiao En’en’s flushed cheeks felt hot enough to fry an egg.

Especially when she inadvertently caught sight of the man’s alluringly bare chest in the bathtub…

Phew… that was close! I almost ended up collapsing on something other than his chest…

Wait, wait, what am I thinking? Am I already being assimilated by this novel?

Aaaaaah! No way! I’m still a virgin! This can’t happen! No, no, no!

Waaah! Get out of here! Run!

Just get out of here and you’ll be safe. Just…

As Qiao En’en nervously urged herself onward, she cautiously glanced at her lightly bandaged calf. It felt surprisingly pain-free, and even the stickiness had lessened considerably. She hurried toward the door.

But just as she reached out to grasp the doorknob, a deep, magnetic, and dangerously low voice rumbled from behind her.

Didn’t Madam Fu say she would help me?

The man behind her paused deliberately, his voice slow, cold, and menacing. Just as Qiao En’en’s heart skipped a beat in stunned confusion, he uttered the two words that would determine her fate I will.

Qiao En’en’s breath caught in her throat, her mind blank. Huh?!

I will? I will what? A man who goes back on his word isn’t a good man, buddy.

She turned to find the man who had been openly disdainful of her just a minute ago now staring at her with eyes filled with complex amusement and… a barely suppressed fury.