My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 10

Qiao En’en’s chest heaved silently as she fought to suppress her heavy breathing.

Unbeknownst to her, a suspicious blush had already crept up her delicate white neck, even reaching the back of her ears.

The scenes in the erotic novel were simply too stimulating.

So stimulating, in fact, that she nearly got a nosebleed.

Huff…

I really shouldn’t be reading these kinds of novels.

I’m being corrupted.

Unable to see the images flashing through Qiao En’en’s mind, the System asked, puzzled, Host, does reading always tire you out this much?

Your stamina is terrible.

The word stamina instantly brought back the explicit scene from moments ago.

This time, in less than a second, a low, intensely restrained male voice cut through the air to reach Qiao En’en’s ears.

Qiao En’en—

Do you even know what you’re doing?

Qiao En’en looked up to see the man in the adjacent seat glaring at her, his face dark and his aura radiating an indescribable coldness and malice.

She blinked in confusion. Huh?

I’m… I’m just reciting my lines. What’s wrong?

Didn’t Fu Qianshan ask me to recite them for him?

Why is he being so fierce?

Before she could finish speaking, a cold, almost teeth-grinding laugh escaped the man’s lips.

What’s wrong?

How dare she ask me what’s wrong?

Unsure whether Qiao En’en could hear his thoughts, Fu Qianshan closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, his dark eyes were filled with a cold, restrained fury.

Qiao En’en, receiving no answer from the man, decided not to press further. Her mind was still buzzing with chaotic thoughts, and her heart was racing uncontrollably. It was better to be alone and quiet for a while.

Most importantly, she needed to find something to distract herself.

A minute later,

I absolutely can’t read those smutty novels again tonight.

But… well, actually, those novels are kind of… educational, you know?

After all, she had never realized there were so many different kinds of kisses.

And so many different kinds of kissing lips!

It was all so stimulating.

Lost in her wild fantasies, Qiao En’en completely failed to notice the man beside her, who was suppressing an icy, dangerous aura that threatened to erupt at any moment.

After a long silence, the man cast a cold glance at Special Assistant Chen in the front passenger seat. Startled, Chen immediately composed himself, his trained composure masking all emotion, and produced the black card he had prepared in advance.

Moments later, a black card appeared in Qiao En’en’s hand.

Still fretting about how to get out of the car, Qiao En’en looked up in surprise as Special Assistant Chen respectfully handed her a card. Miss Qiao, this is from President Fu. You may purchase anything you desire.

Qiao En’en froze, her gaze darting to Fu Qianshan in the adjacent seat.

The man had become engrossed in the documents in his hands, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Clutching the card, Qiao En’en asked hesitantly, This is… for me?

Without even glancing at her, Fu Qianshan simply grunted a cold, indifferent Mm.

Panic seized Qiao En’en.

No way! Is Fu Qianshan really planning to stay at Junlan Yue Mansion? Is this… payment for the night?

Waaah! I don’t want money! I have money now! I…

Host, this is a black card with no spending limit, globally exclusive and universally accepted. Even after you return to the real world, you can still use it.

Heart heavy with dread, Qiao En’en was immediately stunned.

A black card with no spending limit?

Fu Qianshan… was giving it to her?

Why?

Qiao En’en gasped inwardly,  Could Fu Qianshan really want to… 

Before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, Fu Qianshan’s deep, dangerous, and oppressively authoritative voice cut through the air.

Qiao En’en—

Shut up—

Qiao En’en’s heart tightened, instinctively refraining from asking any further questions.

Waaah, Fu Qianshan is so scary.

He wouldn’t actually force me to recite lessons on his lap, would he? And then…

The car screeched to a halt in front of the Junlan Yue Mansion villa.

Get out.

The man’s fingers tightened slightly on the documents, his jawline sharpening. His icy demeanor radiated an oppressive chill, leaving no room for argument—not even a glance.

Qiao En’en didn’t dare look.

But having just accepted the gifts and determined to maintain her persona, she gazed earnestly at Fu Qianshan. Mr. Fu, aren’t you getting out? Won’t you stay here?

The innocent, sincere girl pressed her lips together, her expression tense, her soft, captivating eyes brimming with genuine expectation.

After holding the act for a second, Qiao En’en lowered her gaze, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. I know you don’t like me. You won’t stay with me.

Then… then please be careful.

Hesitantly, she pushed open the car door and stepped out.

Turning back, she gazed tenderly at the man inside the car.

Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave.

I knew you wouldn’t stay. You scared me the whole way here.

Qiao En’en clutched the black card in her hand, her feet firmly planted on the ground. The tension in her heart vanished, replaced by a sense of solid relief. But Fu Qianshan is so generous! A globally limited black card? Just giving it away like that? No wonder he’s my husband.

Love you, mwah mwah.

Fu Qianshan, who had heard every word of Qiao En’en’s inner monologue, remained silent.

The car door slammed shut, and the vehicle sped away, vanishing from Qiao En’en’s sight in moments.

Inside the luxurious cabin, now free from the irritating mental chatter, the man who had been pretending to read documents finally relaxed the tension between his brows.

His grip on the papers loosened.

Qiao En’en had indeed memorized her lines, but when she received the limited-edition black card, she seemed momentarily bewildered.

In fact, she seemed to realize the card’s significance only a beat later.

So, could Qiao En’en actually hear his thoughts?

Fu Qianshan glanced at the crumpled documents in his hand, his deep eyes darkening further.

Meanwhile,

Back at the villa, Qiao En’en was still buzzing with excitement over inexplicably receiving a black card.

Especially if this black card could actually be used in the real world?

That would be absolutely incredible, so awesome!

But a question lingered

If I use the card in the real world, who will pay for the purchases? Fu Qianshan?

Wouldn’t he find that strange? Why would he suddenly have to pay for things? And another thing—after I leave the novel world, will Fu Qianshan even remember me?

System No, Host. Once you leave the novel world, everyone there will forget you.

As for whether Fu Qianshan will find it odd that someone is using the card in the real world, I’ll need to submit that question to headquarters for clarification.

Alright then. Qiao En’en decided to let the matter drop. Exhausted from shopping and still on edge from seeing Fu Qianshan, she took a quick shower and collapsed into bed, falling asleep instantly.

Meanwhile,

In the Western restaurant where Qiao En’en had been just moments before, Lu Yanhui, who had returned after finally waiting for the person he liked, was dining with Jiang Yuening.

It’s all Qiao En’en’s fault, Lu Yanhui said, cutting his steak. If she hadn’t suddenly appeared and tried to kiss me, I wouldn’t have left. Otherwise, I would have almost missed meeting you.

Across the table, Jiang Yuening, who was sipping her juice, paused. You mean Qiao En’en tried to kiss you?

Yeah, Lu Yanhui replied. Good thing I ran fast. How dare she try that with Fu Qianshan right there?

Having finished cutting his steak, Lu Yanhui pushed it toward Jiang Yuening. You take this one. I’ll have yours.

He reached for Jiang Yuening’s steak, but she stopped him. No need, I can cut it myself. Thanks.

As Jiang Yuening cut her steak and ate, her mind wandered. Qiao En’en doesn’t seem like the type to try kissing Lu Yanhui.

Especially not in front of Fu Qianshan.

She wasn’t stupid.

Was Lu Yanhui hiding something?

Wait a minute…

She didn’t know Qiao En’en that well. Why was she even thinking this?

Jiang Yuening shook off her inexplicable thoughts. Hearing Lu Yanhui, who didn’t seem embarrassed by her rejection, ask, By the way, I waited for you at the bar for a long time the other day, but you never showed up, she simply replied, I had other plans.

Qiao En’en slept soundly.

Since the next day was rainy and unsuitable for going out, she got up, ate breakfast, and then curled up on the living room sofa to play on her phone. While scrolling, she saw a post Lu Yanhui had shared on his WeChat Moments

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

The accompanying photo showed a delicate-looking girl gazing up at the moon.

The girl was… Jiang Yuening, the female lead?

One had to admit, the female lead truly lived up to her role. She exuded a gentle, dignified aura, a serene beauty that made one want to hold her close and sleep purely sleep.

Too bad the male lead was such an idiot.

He didn’t deserve her.

Qiao En’en briefly considered sending Jiang Yuening an anonymous text, but then thought better of it.

She was just a cannon fodder character, not meant to meddle in the main plot.

Just then, a plot point flashed through Qiao En’en’s mind

Qiao En’en was furious. Why was Jiang Yuening appearing on Lu Yanhui’s phone? She wanted to appear on Fu Qianshan’s phone too.

So Qiao En’en took a suggestive photo and sent it to Fu Qianshan.

Before the plot point could finish broadcasting, Qiao En’en exclaimed in shock,  Why am I the one getting hurt? 

A suggestive photo? I protest!

Protest denied, Host.

The System quickly reassured her,  This plot point was directly mandated by headquarters based on the book’s storyline. We have no way to refuse it. Besides, the Big Villain Fu Qianshan won’t even see it. According to his character profile, he’d never click on your WeChat message. 

That made sense!

But still, she couldn’t send a suggestive photo!

Her mental fantasies were harmless—Fu Qianshan would never know and wouldn’t be embarrassed.

But sending a photo was just too…

Unfortunately, she couldn’t move unless she followed the plot. Helpless, Qiao En’en had no choice but to change into the spaghetti-strap nightgown as described in detail by the plot.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Qiao En’en felt utterly humiliated.

After a moment’s hesitation, she asked the System,  You’re absolutely sure he won’t see it, right? 

Are you sure?

Yes, Fu Qianshan is a workaholic. He’s either in meetings or reviewing documents right now. He won’t be checking his WeChat.

Alright then.

Qiao En’en opened WeChat, tapped Add Photo, and hovered her finger over the send button for a few seconds before steeling herself and sending the message.

After a split second, she immediately recalled it, just in case.

Phew… Does this count as completing the task?

Yes, yes, it does.

Good.

Thankfully, she recalled it in time. With this double precaution, Fu Qianshan definitely wouldn’t see it.

After a moment’s thought, Qiao En’en typed  Sorry, sent the wrong thing. 

She sent the message.

This way, Fu Qianshan wouldn’t even ask what she had recalled.

Hehe.

Oh, right, Fu Qianshan never checks his WeChat anyway.

Meanwhile, in the president’s office on the top floor of the Fu Group headquarters, the atmosphere was oppressively tense.

Fu Qianshan sat rigidly at his desk, his cold, piercing gaze sweeping across the row of executives standing stiffly before him.

I don’t want to see errors of this magnitude again.

After dismissing the executives, Fu Qianshan pinched the bridge of his nose wearily.

President Fu…

Special Assistant Chen promptly stepped forward to hand Fu Qianshan a cup of coffee.

Fu Qianshan nodded faintly. You may leave.

Yes, President Fu.

After Special Assistant Chen departed with utmost respect, Fu Qianshan took a sip of his coffee.

As the bitter coffee slid down his throat, his phone screen lit up beside him.

He casually picked it up and opened WeChat.

His expression froze for a split second.

The photo was from Qiao En’en.

In the image, she wore a form-fitting slip dress, its tight cut perfectly accentuating her voluptuous figure.

The thin lace straps had slipped off her shoulders, revealing a stretch of smooth, delicate skin along her neck and shoulders. Below, the soft, suggestive edge of the fabric hinted at her full, pale br3asts.

The man’s eyes darkened.

He immediately switched off his phone.

The screen lit up again.

This time, the WeChat message wasn’t a photo, but text visible on the home screen

Qiao En’en Message withdrawn.

Qiao En’en Sorry, sent it to the wrong person.

Photo withdrawn? Sent to the wrong person?

The man narrowed his eyes dangerously.