My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 13

Qiao En’en genuinely wanted to pretend she hadn’t seen Fu Qianshan.

She was enjoying her hotpot, earning money, and having a simple, happy moment—why did Fu Qianshan have to show up?

Worse, encountering him meant she had to maintain her persona.

Reluctantly, urged by the System, Qiao En’en forced a smile and walked toward Fu Qianshan, feigning cheerfulness.

Mr. Fu, what a coincidence! I’m so happy to see you.

A radiant smile bloomed on her fair, delicate face. Are you here for work? If so, Mingli and I won’t disturb you.

Qiao En’en’s plan was simple

If Fu Qianshan said he was here for work, regardless of whether they needed to wait for him, at least they could finish their hotpot and earn the million first.

Hurry, say you’re here for work!

Quick, quick!

The next moment, she met the man’s complex, restrained, icy, and dark gaze from his wheelchair.

Qiao En’en’s mental monologue abruptly stalled.

The man, who had seen through her forced smile, spoke in a voice as cold and toneless as ice Qiao En’en, what are you doing?

Qiao En’en was bewildered. …?

Eating hotpot, and making money while I’m at it.

Strange, why is he sweating? Is he hot? It’s not even warm in here.

Qiao En’en—

The man’s ragged breath and suppressed, husky voice cut through Qiao En’en’s curious mental ramblings.

Fu Qianshan glanced at Fu Mingli, who was frantically ordering extra chili from the waiter in a corner booth by the window, and closed his eyes tightly.

Regardless of why Fu Mingli had suddenly summoned Qiao En’en, the man’s hands clenched tightly on the armrests, his jawline sharpening.

His icy presence radiated an oppressive, chilling aura.

He then issued a cold command Come outside with me.

Huh?

Qiao En’en bristled with resistance. But…

I’m about to win!

A million yuan! I can’t just give up halfway.

Qiao En’en glanced at the corner booth by the window, where Fu Mingli looked so agitated she was practically spitting bl00d.

She had spent a million yuan just to make Qiao En’en cry from the spiciness, her makeup ruined and her face a mess, so her brother could see her looking utterly pathetic.

But why? Why wasn’t Qiao En’en sweating at all, even after eating such a fiery, scalding hot pot?

Fu Mingli was baffled and deeply shocked.

She concluded It must not be spicy enough. I need to add more chili.

No sooner had she secretly instructed the waiter to pile on the chili peppers than she turned to see her brother about to leave with Qiao En’en.

Brother—!

Fu Mingli rushed over to stop them. Qiao En’en… she really loves this hot pot…

Before she could finish, her brother’s cold, dangerous glare silenced her. Instinctively, Fu Mingli quickly changed her tone. Sister-in-law, you haven’t finished your hot pot yet. Brother, why are you in such a hurry to take her away? Why not stay and finish eating with us?

This time, Fu Mingli saw her brother’s patience visibly wearing thin. She dared not say another word, forced to watch helplessly as he led Qiao En’en away.

Qiao En’en turned back and mouthed softly to Fu Mingli, Wait for me to come back and finish eating… I’ll definitely finish it all.

Watching Qiao En’en settle into the back seat of her brother’s car, Fu Mingli seethed with anger.

Is this just about finishing the food?

What’s wrong?

Jiang Yuening, who had arrived at the hot pot restaurant a moment later, patted Fu Mingli’s shoulder and asked gently, What are you looking at?

Seeing her best friend arrive, Fu Mingli’s fury melted into aggrieved tears.

She threw herself into Jiang Yuening’s arms. Yuening, I’m so angry! I’m so, so angry…

After hearing the whole story, Jiang Yuening sighed softly, her voice gentle and soothing. First of all, I’m truly grateful for everything you’ve done for me.

But I don’t want you to be angry on my behalf. Let’s go shopping. I saw a new bag that would look perfect on you.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town…

As soon as Qiao En’en stepped into the car, a handsome doctor who looked highly skilled in medicine immediately examined her mouth and applied medication.

Xie Lin was Fu Qianshan’s personal physician, usually attending only to Fu Qianshan himself.

Xie Lin was initially surprised to be summoned.

However, his professional training prevented him from showing any excessive reaction. He immediately began applying medication to Madam Fu’s mouth.

He hadn’t anticipated that her oral cavity would be as red as if it had been scorched by intense flames. Though no blisters had yet formed, the sight alone was painful.

Yet Madam Fu didn’t utter a single sound throughout the entire application process.

In contrast, the boss standing nearby visibly relaxed slightly after the cooling and soothing medication was applied to his wife.

Xie Lin was inwardly astonished.

So, our boss actually cares this much about Madam Fu?

Meanwhile, Qiao En’en, utterly bewildered, couldn’t understand why she was being stopped from simply eating hotpot.

And why the need for a spray?

It’s due to the combination of excessively hot food and irritants like chili peppers… Doctor Xie explained. The medication has been applied. Madam Fu, there’s no need to worry. Spray this three times a day for three days, and it should heal completely. However, you must avoid all spicy and hot foods for the next week. Absolutely no scalding temperatures or spicy flavors.

Qiao En’en, who had always been a spice enthusiast, even managing a hint of mild spice despite her leg injury, was shocked. Doctor Xie, can I really not have any spice at all? Not even a tiny bit? I’m actually not in any—

Before she could finish the word pain, she inadvertently met the dangerous gaze of the man in the adjacent seat.

Qiao En’en blinked, confused. ?

Even more puzzled, she hadn’t even realized her mouth was injured. How had Fu Qianshan noticed? And why had he asked his personal physician to examine her and apply medicine?

Is Fu Qianshan… showing concern for me? And is the sweat on his forehead from anxiety, not the heat? It’s freezing in the car, after all.

I’m overwhelmed by this unexpected favor.

But the real question is… why?

Waaah, it’s such a shame I can’t go back and finish my hotpot. My million yuan… I haven’t even had a chance to warm it up before I have to return it?

Qiao En’en truly couldn’t understand.

It couldn’t possibly be genuine concern. Maybe, as the System suggested, he was simply too calculating and manipulative?

More than struggling to understand Fu Qianshan’s actions, Qiao En’en genuinely felt heartbroken about losing the hundred million yuan she hadn’t even had time to enjoy.

Despite this, Qiao En’en, ever obedient to medical advice, resolved not to return.

Oral health came first.

Once she recovered, she would earn the money back.

Unbeknownst to her, Fu Qianshan, sitting beside her, was breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. He remained silent.

Is Qiao En’en eating this spicy hot pot for the money?

The man frowned in confusion.

Seeing Qiao En’en’s eager expression, as if she were about to resume eating, Fu Qianshan’s lips, still flushed but now cold, parted slightly. One week isn’t enough. Two.

His tone was casual, yet it brooked no argument.

Qiao En’en, who had been planning to contact Fu Mingli later, was stunned. What?

Fu Qianshan, are you serious?

Realizing her words didn’t fit her persona, Qiao En’en quickly bit her lower lip, her large, watery eyes blinking innocently, filled with feigned grievance. Um, I… what I mean is, I’ll be very obedient. I’ll do whatever Mr. Fu says.

Waaah, is this man going too far? Two weeks without spicy food? That’s ridiculous!

But it’s fine. He can’t possibly keep an eye on me 24/7 anyway.

In reality, based on Qiao En’en’s understanding of Fu Qianshan, it would be a miracle if he even took her back to the Fu Family’s ancestral home once a month, let alone watch her around the clock.

The man spoke slowly and deliberately, Special Assistant Chen, take Madam Fu home.

Have someone watch her 24/7.

Watch her for what?

The implication was clear.

A few minutes later, after being forced into another car, Qiao En’en still doubted she had heard correctly.

Has Fu Qianshan been possessed?

Why would he have someone watch me?

Qiao En’en was utterly baffled.

The System’s response was  He definitely doesn’t like you, Host. Maybe he has some other motive? 

After all, Fu Qianshan is a deeply scheming Big Villain.

Fine.

Meanwhile, in the back seat of a speeding Rolls-Royce, Fu Qianshan, whose mouth pain had slightly subsided, listened to Doctor Xie’s report, his eyes dark and brooding.

President Fu, your oral health is excellent, perfect.

At that moment, Fu Qianshan was utterly convinced—he was indeed feeling Qiao En’en’s pain.

But why?

Could this be the price for hearing her thoughts?

Or perhaps…

The man’s fingertips unconsciously tapped against the armrest of his seat.

From the moment he could remember, he had always preferred to have everything under control. Yet Qiao En’en remained the sole exception to his rule.

Fu Qianshan disliked exceptions.

Until he understood the full extent of this situation…

After returning to the villa, Qiao En’en immediately collapsed into a Ge You Slouch on the sofa.

A world without spice was utterly joyless.

And true to his word, Fu Qianshan had sent a beautiful female doctor to monitor her around the clock.

Even after several days of complete oral recovery, and despite the doctor’s own admission that she no longer needed the medication, Qiao En’en was still forbidden from eating spicy food.

All thanks to that big bad Fu Qianshan.

Speaking of which, why hadn’t Fu Mingli accepted the money she tried to return?

In reality…

Special Assistant Chen, do you know why my brother won’t let me meet Qiao En’en alone?

Fu Mingli, puzzled, dialed Special Assistant Chen from the sofa in the Fu Family’s old mansion’s living room. Didn’t he used to ignore her completely?

Two days prior, Fu Mingli had received a direct order she was forbidden from meeting Qiao En’en alone, for any reason.

Fu Mingli was baffled and deeply shocked.

Unable to ask her brother directly, she called Special Assistant Chen instead.

Could it be…?

Fu Mingli’s mind raced to a terrifying possibility. Could it be that my brother… has fallen for Qiao En’en? she pressed urgently. Special Assistant Chen, tell me quickly!

On the other end of the line, Special Assistant Chen glanced discreetly at his boss’s stern profile as he focused on documents in the executive office. Maintaining a professional tone, he replied, I’m sorry, I’m not at liberty to say.

Though Special Assistant Chen had also noticed a subtle shift in the CEO’s recent attitude toward Madam Fu, he was merely an assistant. His boss’s personal matters were beyond his purview.

Meanwhile,

Qiao En’en glanced at the beautiful doctor beside her, who remained steadfastly focused ahead, and tapped her phone screen repeatedly, the sound echoing as she tried to unlock a handsome character in her game.

Wait a minute…

Ten minutes later, Qiao En’en stared at the wishing well in the Junlan Yue Mansion’s rear garden, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

In her hand was a box overflowing with coins—exactly one thousand, specially exchanged by Aunt Qin at her request.

With this many coins, my sincerity should be clear, right?

She absolutely loved this perk of being in a wealthy family.

Qiao En’en dumped all the coins from the box into the wishing well and closed her eyes to make a wish.

I wish someone would pay to take my husband off my hands, hehe.

I’m willing to divorce him—more than willing.

Lately, she’d been so bored. She couldn’t play games or read smutty novels, so she’d been reading a bunch of melodramatic trashy novels. Every single one featured a vicious female antagonist throwing money at the female lead to make her leave the male lead.

But why hadn’t something like that happened to her?

Why was she still stuck with her awful husband, forced to eat bland food for two weeks?

What a jerk.

Besides, since Fu Qianshan was going to kick her out eventually anyway, wouldn’t it be fair to make a profit while she could?

Not too much—just a billion yuan, and I’ll sell him.

After a moment’s thought, Qiao En’en asked the System uncertainly,  Speaking of Fu Qianshan, is he really worth a billion yuan? 

Host, you’re underselling him! Fu Qianshan’s assets are worth hundreds of billions.

Qiao En’en was shocked.  Then I’ll sell him for three hundred billion! 

But no one else has that kind of money besides Fu Qianshan.

Qiao En’en  …Fine, a hundred billion at the absolute minimum. Not a penny less. 

Fine, fine. Actually, a billion would be barely acceptable.

It’s better than nothing, right? Hehe.

Qiao En’en was bantering with the System when she suddenly heard a familiar voice What wish did Madam Fu make?

Tell me, your husband, what you wished for.

Qiao En’en tensed up, turning to see the man in the wheelchair not far away, watching her with a knowing gaze.