My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 12

Qiao En’en was genuinely stunned.

She instinctively glanced at the torrential rain lashing against the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

Outside, the world was a dark, oppressive mass, with raindrops the size of beans hammering against the glass.

In this hellish weather, Fu Qianshan actually came here?

No, wait… why would Fu Qianshan come here?

Qiao En’en was shocked.

But reminded by the System, she immediately switched to her affectionate mode.

Fu… Mr. Fu? What brings you here?

A sweet smile bloomed on Qiao En’en’s lips, and a delicate blush tinted her fair cheeks.

She eagerly took light, almost joyful steps, her long hair fluttering gently in the breeze, radiating the vibrant energy unique to young women.

Moments later, she stood before Fu Qianshan, her heart brimming with delight.

What a coincidence! I just bought a cake, and you arrived. Let’s eat it together, shall we?

As she spoke, her long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and the light caught in her captivating peach-blossom eyes, making them sparkle with fervent love for the man before her.

But Fu Qianshan, who had clearly heard Qiao En’en’s earlier thoughts, found his cold gaze darkening further.

The complex, icy atmosphere created by the woman’s accidentally sent and retracted message began to thaw the moment she saw the cake.

Fu Qianshan disliked celebrating his birthday because the memories associated with that day were too painful.

He had stopped celebrating his birthday many years ago.

The entire Fu Family tacitly acknowledged this unspoken rule.

Taking in Qiao En’en’s cheerful but hollow smile, the man in the wheelchair concealed the darkness in his eyes and asked with a meaningful, understated tone, Did you know I would come?

Qiao En’en blinked, then shook her head honestly. No, I didn’t.

She added softly, I just thought… what if, what if you did come?

If you came, we could have noodles with cream!

Qiao En’en, deeply influenced by her romance novels  …… 

When she met Fu Qianshan’s suddenly icy gaze, she wondered blankly,  Why is Fu Qianshan looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong? 

No, right? My answer was pretty good, almost perfect.

Fu Qianshan  …… 

Is this woman actually feeling wronged?

Give me your phone.

Huh?

Qiao En’en was bewildered.

Why did Fu Qianshan want her phone?

Despite the man’s icy gaze, she obediently handed over her phone.

Then she turned to look at the cake.

This cake must taste amazing.

I haven’t even had a bite yet.

When is Fu Qianshan going to eat his cake?

Should I just take it over to him?

If he’s not going to eat it, I will. Hehe.

But as she continued to daydream, the scene in her mind twisted.

Fu Qianshan, who had just opened Qiao En’en’s WeChat on her phone, instantly received a synchronized image in his mind

In a study shrouded in mist, the air hung thick with a cloying sweetness.

A girl in a lace-trimmed camisole nightgown leaned forward, her smile radiant, her eyes sparkling with an almost innocent allure.

Her finger, coated in velvety cream from the cake, gently pressed against his lips.

Open your mouth, she murmured, her voice as light as a feather brushing against his heart, a tender command that brooked no refusal.

The man in the wheelchair obediently opened his mouth, but her slender fingertip suddenly slid down to his Adam’s apple.

In an instant, cream smeared across the prominent bulge of his throat.

The girl leaned closer and bit down on his Adam’s apple.

His throat bobbed forcefully, the sweet cream swirling in her mouth.

The silky strap slid down her shoulder as the man lowered his head and bit into her flesh.

Qiao En’en gasped.

Had the erotic novels I’ve read… had so many scenes like this?

Before she could dwell on it further, the man’s deep, dangerous voice, barely suppressing his anger, reached her ears Qiao En’en—

Feeling the man’s cold, oppressive gaze fixed on her, Qiao En’en’s mind went blank. Her breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively tugged at the corner of her lips. Mmm-hmm, I’m… I’m here.

What’s wrong?

Did he find something on my phone? I didn’t do anything wrong! All I did was send him a photo and then delete it. I haven’t done anything to betray him. Why is Fu Qianshan being so fierce?

Qiao En’en felt a wave of aggrievedness.

Compounded by the erotic scenes flashing uncontrollably through her mind, her heart pounded like a drum, and her breath came in ragged gasps that threatened to burst from her throat.

Yet the man in the wheelchair remained silent.

Even the air around them seemed to fall into a hush.

She couldn’t tell how long it lasted—perhaps several minutes, perhaps only a fleeting minute—but to Qiao En’en, it felt like an eternity.

Looking again at the man in the wheelchair, she saw him casually returning her phone. His deep, emotionless voice echoed through the silent living room Qiao En’en, I warned you—know when to stop.

He had no patience for her fantasies.

Huh? Qiao En’en blurted out.

What?

Is he angry because I bought a birthday cake without asking? Does he think I’m too obsessed with him? That I’m bothering him?

Or…

Then just leave.

Perfect timing—I can finally eat the cake.

Hurry up and go, hurry up and go.

Lost in her annoyance, Qiao En’en completely missed the subtle shift in the man’s expression. When he heard the words birthday cake, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a flicker of surprise briefly surfaced in his eyes.

After a moment, he said, There was no need to buy a cake.

His voice, however, lacked its earlier icy edge.

He then gestured for Special Assistant Chen to push him away.

Qiao En’en froze. You’re leaving?

After a brief pause, she quickly adopted a tender tone. Then please be careful. It’s pouring outside—tell the driver to go slowly.

It’s such a shame he’s leaving already. I was hoping to…

Don’t even think about it!

Qiao En’en bit her lip hard, hoping the pain would distract her.

But she’d forgotten she couldn’t feel pain anymore. The bite left no mark, yet the thoughts in her mind spiraled out of control…

In the smutty novel, the cream had already slid from the man’s Adam’s apple down to…

Qiao En’en—

A voice, cold as ice and laced with barely suppressed fury, cut through the air from the man in the wheelchair ahead.

Qiao En’en jumped in fright.

Then came the man’s unmistakable, aggressively commanding order Don’t think about anything meaningless.

…Huh?

Don’t think about anything meaningless? What does that even mean?

But the man had already moved on.

From Qiao En’en’s perspective, the man in the wheelchair was crossing the long, waterproof corridor in the villa’s front yard and getting into a limited-edition luxury car.

In the gloomy, rainy night, the man’s profile was impossibly stern, every movement radiating aristocratic grace.

If only his legs weren’t…

What’s wrong with Fu Qianshan’s leg?

Qiao En’en watched the car start and drive away, growing more curious. She asked the System.

According to the book, he was in a car accident with his parents when he was four years old, which left him disabled. The Big Villain’s parents also died in the crash. After that, the Big Villain stopped celebrating his birthday and developed a complete lack of emotion towards anyone.

That’s why the female lead’s love felt like harassment and a burden to him. But the male lead saw it differently. He blamed Fu Qianshan for making the female lead sad and cry. Once he learned that she liked Fu Qianshan, he vowed to oppose him. In the end, he defeated the Big Villain, achieved great success in his career, and won the heart of the beauty.

Qiao En’en pondered this.  So Fu Qianshan didn’t actually do anything wrong. Just because the female lead liked him and the male lead saw him as a rival, he became the villain? That’s not fair. 

By the way, what was Fu Qianshan’s final fate?

He was defeated by the male lead and fled to a distant land.

Qiao En’en  …… 

A heavy feeling settled in Qiao En’en’s heart.

She turned back to the living room and looked at the cake labeled Fu Qianshan’s Birthday Cake. The desire to eat it had waned.

In a way, Fu Qianshan and she were kindred spirits—both mere tools in someone else’s game.

Qiao En’en’s mood darkened.

She felt even more guilty for having fantasized about him earlier.

No, I need to do something, she thought.

She snapped a photo of the unlit cake and posted it on her WeChat Moments with the caption Happy birthday. Wishing you happiness.

Even though Fu Qianshan would never see her Moments, at least it eased her conscience.

Little did she know, Fu Qianshan’s disinterest in social media didn’t extend to his Special Assistant Chen.

When Fu Qianshan finally saw the post on his phone, a flicker of surprise momentarily disrupted the man’s usually composed gaze.

In the following days, with no plot points to advance, Qiao En’en decided to go on a trip.

After all, she was currently unemployed, a free spirit with both money and time—a rare and perfect opportunity.

If not now, when?

Moreover, her leg had fully healed, and she no longer feared getting it wet.

So Qiao En’en resolved to head to the coast, watch the sunset, and go diving.

As soon as she pulled out her suitcase, the plot kicked in

At a charity gala, Qiao En’en saw Jiang Yuening and Lu Yanhui chatting amicably. She immediately approached and slapped Jiang Yuening, only to have Lu Yanhui douse her with red wine. Heartbroken, she stormed out of the gala. That night, seeking revenge on Jiang Yuening, she went to Fu Qianshan’s private villa, called him in tears, and begged to see him. Once inside, Qiao En’en immediately began stripping, intending to appear naked before Fu Qianshan.

Unfortunately, Fu Qianshan tossed her a robe, concealing her exposed skin.

What the hell…?

Thank goodness Fu Qianshan didn’t wait for her to fully undress before throwing the robe.

Still, this plot is so embarrassing!

Is it too late to divorce Fu Qianshan now?

Sigh.

Ring-ring-ring! Her phone buzzed urgently.

Qiao En’en glanced at the screen—it was Fu Mingli calling.

Puzzled, she answered. Fu Mingli’s haughty voice rang in her ear Wanna bet?

No.

Qiao En’en had no interest in gambling; she wanted to go on her trip.

If you win, I’ll give you a million.

Deal.

The trip could wait.

Half an hour later, they were at a private hot pot restaurant.

In a quiet corner of the elegant lobby, Qiao En’en gazed at the bubbling red-oil hot pot before her, its intoxicating aroma making her taste buds tingle.

She glanced across the table at Fu Mingli, who was wearing no makeup, and swallowed hard. You want to bet… on eating hot pot? Why? she asked incredulously.

What? Scared? Fu Mingli suppressed a mischievous grin, her expression stern and her tone icy. Finish all this, and I’ll give you a million yuan. Dare you?

Of course.

Even without the million yuan, Qiao En’en was already nearly overwhelmed by the addictive allure of the hot pot.

But you still haven’t explained why, she pressed.

Knowing Fu Mingli disliked her, Qiao En’en suspected there must be an ulterior motive. Could it be…?

Fu Mingli swallowed nervously. Could it be what?

Could it be you… made a bet with someone else? And you want me to come here and eat the hot pot for you?

Qiao En’en had actually done something similar in the real world before, earning a whole hundred yuan for it.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Fu Mingli exclaimed, Exactly! So you need to put on heavy makeup so no one realizes you’re not me!

I don’t have the skills for that, Qiao En’en admitted, genuinely lacking the expertise.

Left with no other option, Fu Mingli had to take matters into her own hands.

After painstakingly applying a flawless makeover to Qiao En’en, she found herself both impressed and infuriated.

Why did you have to make her look so good, you dead hand?

But the prettier she looks now, the better…

For the past few days, Fu Mingli had been unable to get Jiang Yuening to go out. She knew her best friend was still heartbroken from their last outing.

She was determined to get revenge for Jiang Yuening.

So today, she went to great lengths to invite her brother and Jiang Yuening, all for the sake of having Qiao En’en appear before her brother later, sweating profusely from the hotpot, her makeup completely ruined and looking like a ghost.

When the radiant Jiang Yuening arrived and saw this, Fu Mingli was certain her brother would immediately dump Qiao En’en.

Qiao En’en, oblivious to Fu Mingli’s scheme, thought for a moment and then said proactively, Pay me first. I guarantee I’ll help you win this round.

After all, she was a master of spicy food.

Fu Mingli huffed angrily and transferred the money.

Receiving the payment, Qiao En’en happily used her chopsticks to pick up a steaming, scalding-hot piece of tripe and popped it into her mouth without hesitation.

Instantly, the scorching, numbing, spicy, and savory flavors exploded on her tongue, igniting her taste buds.

The crisp, tender tripe offered a satisfying chewiness, its distinct texture perfectly complementing the rich, fiery broth. The combination was utterly addictive.

Qiao En’en hadn’t expected the hot pot to taste so good. Despite its fiery appearance, it was surprisingly mild on the throat and not overly hot.

This is amazing!

She happily began to eat.

Unbeknownst to her, a man in a wheelchair had just entered the hot pot restaurant. The moment she took her first bite of the spicy tripe, his body stiffened.

In an instant, it felt as if a searing inferno, laced with extreme spiciness, had unexpectedly erupted in Fu Qianshan’s mouth.

His usually composed face tightened, his lips pressed into a thin line. His pale lips flushed crimson, darkening visibly.

The fingers resting on the wheelchair armrests curled into a fist, veins bulging on the back of his hand. His Adam’s apple bobbed with restrained effort as he swallowed down a muffled groan.

His expression turned icy in an instant.

The next moment, his gaze landed on Qiao En’en, who was happily devouring her hot pot in the corner.

The moment Qiao En’en’s eyes met his, she thought to herself

Fu Qianshan? What’s he doing here?

Ugh, can’t a girl just enjoy her hotpot in peace?

Then she saw Qiao En’en, who had been happily devouring her hotpot just moments before, forcing a smile as she walked toward him.

As she approached, she continued to grumble inwardly  Weird. Why are Fu Qianshan’s lips so red? It’s like he just cried from eating super spicy fire noodles. They’re so vibrant… I have to admit, Fu Qianshan’s lips are really beautiful and incredibly sexy. Now I’m kind of curious what it would feel like to kiss them. 

Wait, is Fu Qianshan going to steal my hotpot?

That wasn’t just hotpot—it was her livelihood!

Hearing her thoughts while desperately suppressing the indescribable burning pain in his mouth, Fu Qianshan strongly suspected Qiao En’en had burned her mouth with the scalding broth. That’s why he…

The man closed his eyes tightly, his face darkening further.  … 

Who would want to steal her hotpot?