My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 11

After completing a minor plot point and changing her clothes, Qiao En’en didn’t go downstairs. Instead, she settled into the swing on her bedroom balcony.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a torrential downpour raged.

The world was a dark, oppressive blur as rain the size of beans hammered against the glass, accompanied by deafening thunder. Gale-force winds tore through the trees, shaking them violently as if they might be uprooted at any moment.

Yet beyond this tempest, the greenhouse’s rear garden, visible from Qiao En’en’s balcony, seemed like another world entirely.

Vibrant, multicolored flowers swayed gracefully under soft lighting, untouched by the storm outside. Lush green leaves, adorned with artificial raindrops, appeared even more vibrant and alive.

Fresh, serene.

The sight alone was enough to lift one’s spirits.

In a relaxed mood, Qiao En’en picked up her phone and opened a mature-rated simulation game she had recently downloaded by chance.

This was a simulation game she had played in the real world.

She hadn’t expected to find it here too.

Previously, Qiao En’en had never gotten deeply into it because it required in-app purchases.

Otherwise, the characters would only engage in simple interactions, and anything slightly more complex would be impossible.

Without spending money, the game was pointless.

But now things were different.

She had money now.

Qiao En’en, who had sworn never to read smut again, couldn’t resist her curiosity and deposited ten thousand yuan into the game.

She immediately leveled up to top-tier VIP status.

Restriction mode activated. Please select the number of interactions 1. One person, focused and dedicated; 2. Ten people, restricted-level hotties—there’s bound to be one you’ll like.

Ten people?

Restricted-level?

Wow… holy sh1t.

Qiao En’en tentatively tapped 2, and ten character cards appeared before her.

Each man on the cards was strikingly handsome, representing different types of male beauty.

Shen Xian Cold and aloof top-tier surgeon.

Xiao Jin Wild and untamed underground racer.

Su Chen Gentle and popular café owner.

Gu Yun Shen Wealthy conglomerate heir.

Han Xingye Charismatic top idol.

Lucien Noble scion of mixed heritage.

Song Weiyun Melancholy and sensitive genius painter.

Shen Siyan Refined yet depraved bar owner.

Wen Yan, the warm sunshine of the university campus.

Xie Jianbai, the dark and twisted top-tier hacker.

Qiao En’en ……

She was starting to get excited about this game.

Unlike erotic novels, which rely solely on text and require the reader to imagine the visuals, this game offered something different.

As Qiao En’en became increasingly engrossed in the game, in the Fu Group’s CEO’s office on the top floor—not too far away—

the vast, minimalist office, framed by the raging storm outside, felt even more dangerous and icy, as if the very air had frozen.

The man in the wheelchair sat before the floor-to-ceiling window, his deep-set eyes concealing a dangerous, suppressed undercurrent.

The dim lighting sharpened his chiseled jawline, making it appear even more severe.

He gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles white, the oppressive chill filling the room.

A knock sounded at the door Dong, dong, dong, dong.

The man closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, the fury had vanished, leaving behind only a chilling, sinister gaze.

Enter.

Moments later, the door opened, and Special Assistant Chen walked in.

Instantly, the highly trained assistant sensed the abnormal atmosphere.

Special Assistant Chen tried to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

Forcing himself to lower his voice, Special Assistant Chen reported, President Fu, Lu Yanhui, CEO of Lu Group, is waiting for you at the door.

At this, the man in the wheelchair slowly lifted his eyelids, his voice cold as he said, Make him wait.

Special Assistant Chen was secretly astonished.

Fu Qianshan, the newly appointed head of Fu Group, was known for his composure and self-control. To him, work always came first. Having been personally selected by Old Master Fu and having served Fu Qianshan for years, Chen had never seen him let personal matters affect his professional demeanor toward business partners.

What was going on today…?

But Chen didn’t ask any questions, nor did he dare to glance at his boss’s expression. He simply replied respectfully, Understood, and turned to leave swiftly.

At the door, Lu Yanhui, who had been waiting anxiously, assumed he would finally be able to meet Fu Qianshan and hurried forward. However, he was informed

I’m sorry, President Lu, President Fu is currently handling an urgent matter. Please wait a little longer.

Lu Yanhui didn’t think much of it.

Alright, alright.

Little did he know, this little longer stretched until nightfall. Lu Yanhui’s stomach growled with hunger, but Fu Qianshan still hadn’t summoned him.

Growing increasingly anxious, Lu Yanhui glanced at the darkening sky outside the window and couldn’t resist approaching Special Assistant Chen. He probed cautiously, Special Assistant Chen, I wonder if President Fu is…

I’m sorry, President Fu saw you sleeping when he came out earlier and left.

Sleeping…

Lu Yanhui had no words to express his frustration. He had merely dozed off out of boredom while waiting, not intending to fall asleep.

Also… Special Assistant Chen placed the proposal back in Lu Yanhui’s hands, apologizing, President Lu, to be honest, President Fu isn’t very satisfied with this proposal. You may leave now.

Lu Yanhui was shocked. But last time you said this proposal was quite good! Otherwise, President Fu wouldn’t have…

Unfortunately, Special Assistant Chen had already turned and left.

Lu Yanhui was completely bewildered. He couldn’t understand why things had suddenly changed. Just two days ago, Special Assistant Chen’s response had been entirely different. What had happened in such a short time?

Wait… could it be Qiao En’en?

The possibility struck him, and even the usually calm and composed Lu Yanhui found his breath catching in shock.

As soon as he stepped out of the Fu Group office building, he immediately called Qiao En’en.

By this point, Qiao En’en had spent the afternoon researching and had finally figured out how to undress handsome men by completing tasks.

The problem was, who should be her first target?

The warm-hearted college student?

Or the dazzling top idol?

Maybe I should choose the younger brother, she thought.

I want to see the abs of a pure, college-aged boy.

Ahem, no, no, I’m just immersing myself in this R-rated novel world.

Qiao En’en took a deep breath and tapped the screen.

The next moment, the screen displayed

A summer afternoon, the sun blazing hot. On the basketball court, a young man’s figure leaped and moved.

Soon, beads of sweat glistened on the handsome boy’s forehead. His eyes shone bright and deep as he panted, slowly raising his hands. His fingertips gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, a fleeting moment of shyness crossing his face.

Then, with an easy upward pull, he removed his short-sleeved shirt, revealing a large expanse of taut skin across the young man’s chest.

In the sunlight, his clearly defined abs rose and fell gently with each breath, radiating the vitality and allure unique to youth.

His abs are so beautiful, Qiao En’en commented earnestly.

But perhaps because he was too young, Qiao En’en couldn’t muster a single impure thought.

Instead, she couldn’t help wondering if Fu Qianshan’s abs would be…

Wait, why am I thinking about his abs?

The college boy is too young to go after. I’ll switch to someone else.

Just as Qiao En’en was about to tap another character card on her phone screen, an incoming call interface replaced it.

The screen still displayed My Beloved?

Who is this?

Puzzled, Qiao En’en answered the call.

Immediately, a voice strained with suppressed anger came through the line.

Qiao En’en, control your feelings for me. Control them more, and even more.

Unless the sky falls, I’ll never like you. Just give up already.

Then the caller hung up.

Qiao En’en was dumbfounded.

Who was that?

The System promptly replied  【Host, this phone number seems to belong to the Male Lead, Lu Yanhui.】 

Lu Yanhui?

Was he crazy? Why would he call her and say such bizarre things?

Qiao En’en swiftly blocked the number.

After a moment’s thought, she pulled up Lu Yanhui’s WeChat profile. After triple-checking with the System that there were no remaining plot points involving him, she decisively deleted and blocked his WeChat account as well.

With all that done, Qiao En’en cheerfully logged back into the game.

But to her shock, she discovered that her game progress had been inexplicably reset to zero.

Wasn’t she a Super VIP?

Why had her progress been wiped?

Furious, Qiao En’en immediately contacted customer support.

The support team assured her they would resolve the issue, but warned it might take some time.

Exiting the game, Qiao En’en was livid.

After stewing for a while, she couldn’t contain her anger and dialed Lu Yanhui’s number.

Stop being so delusional. I don’t like you at all!

You’re narcissistic, arrogant, cold-blooded, and completely self-centered. What makes you think I’d like you? I don’t! Stop bothering me in the future, thank you.

After rattling off a furious tirade at Lu Yanhui, Qiao En’en felt her anger subside. Suddenly, a question occurred to her.

She hurriedly asked the System,  Was it okay for me to yell at him like that? I was just so angry! It’s all his fault for being so infuriating. 

Realizing the call hadn’t ended and there was no sound from the other end, Qiao En’en hung up.

The System replied,  It’s fine, Host. You don’t need to maintain the persona of someone secretly in love with Lu Yanhui, so there’s nothing to worry about. 

Qiao En’en breathed a sigh of relief.

Still feeling annoyed, she opened her phone’s food delivery app and ordered an outrageously expensive cake.

When you’re feeling down, you need sweets, right?

While Qiao En’en waited for her cake, unaware that in a university dormitory in the northern part of the city, a handsome, aloof college student with slender, pale fingers was unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. He paused, startled.

What am I doing?

Meanwhile, Lu Yanhui, who had been on the receiving end of Qiao En’en’s furious outburst, recalled her harsh words. Yet, after her tirade, she had added,  Don’t be angry, okay? I really do love you so much! It’s all your fault for being so captivating. 

What is Qiao En’en up to?

Wait, could that last sentence have been her inner thoughts?

And the reason she was scolding him…

Could it be that Fu Qianshan, who left earlier, was nearby?

Did she have to scold him to maintain appearances?

Lu Yanhui’s mind grew increasingly conflicted.

No, regardless of the situation, what right did she have to call him narcissistic and cold-blooded?

Still, even in her furious tirade, she never once called him ugly.

Could those inner thoughts he’d overheard actually be true?

No, he needed to get a full medical checkup.

Wow… the cake is so beautiful!

The three-tiered cake looked magnificent and exquisite, its cream smooth and delicate, the edges adorned with shimmering sugar pearls and delicate gold leaf. Its sweet aroma was so enticing, it made one’s mouth water just looking at it.

Madam Fu, is it someone’s birthday today? Aunt Qin asked curiously as she took birthday candles out of the packaging.

In recent days, Madam Fu—Qiao En’en—had not only stopped scolding them but had even given them a raise. Her attitude had become remarkably kind, emboldening Aunt Qin to strike up a conversation.

Without thinking much of it, Qiao En’en was about to say, No one’s birthday. I just bought a big cake for us to share, when the System issued an urgent warning

Host, today is actually the villain Fu Qianshan’s birthday.

Qiao En’en …?

Don’t worry, Host. There’s no plot where you celebrate his birthday.

Qiao En’en breathed a sigh of relief.

In a cheerful tone, she replied, Today’s my Mr. Fu’s birthday! Even though he’s not here, I still wanted to buy a birthday cake to celebrate for him.

Oh, and everyone can have some later! Mr. Fu’s not here, so I can’t finish it all myself.

Mentioning Fu Qianshan, Qiao En’en, whose game progress had been reset, couldn’t help but feel curious.  It’s a shame Fu Qianshan will never come here. I really wanted to see his abs. After I’d seen them, I’d devour him in one bite. 

As for how I’d eat him? Heh heh, maybe with cream… or mixed with noodles?

Realizing she was once again imagining scenes from her old smut novels, Qiao En’en thought,  … 

Didn’t I switch to playing games?

Can’t those dirty scenes from those trashy novels just get a clue and wipe themselves from my brain?

Creamy noodles?

Qiao En’en shuddered violently.

Ahem, thank goodness Fu Qianshan isn’t here, and he’d never come to a place like this anyway.

Even if he were here, he couldn’t hear my thoughts. That would be mortifying.

Just then, a chilly breeze brushed against her neck, and Qiao En’en, who was about to cut the cake, shuddered again.

The next moment, the villa’s front door swung open, and Qiao En’en turned to see a tall, slender figure in a wheelchair appear in her line of sight.

Qiao En’en, who had just been convinced that Fu Qianshan would never come, gasped, her eyes widening in terror.

Her gaze locked with Fu Qianshan’s cold, complex eyes.