My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 14

The air hung still for a moment, thick with a suffocating tension.

The problem was, Qiao En’en had just been mentally plotting to sell her husband.

And now, the Big Villain husband from the novel—the one who appeared aloof and refined on the surface but was actually deeply scheming and ruthless—was asking her what she had wished for.

Wait, couldn’t the beautiful doctor sister have given me a warning at least?

Huh? Where did she go?

Finding the beautiful doctor sister gone, Qiao En’en nervously swallowed. Prompted by the System’s timely reminder, she belatedly curved her brows and eyes into a sweet smile, approaching the man in the wheelchair.

Mr. Fu, what brings you here?

The girl’s voice trailed off in a soft, drawn-out coo, as if trying to mask her guilt over wanting to sell her husband with coquettishness.

But then she remembered Fu Qianshan had no idea what she had wished for.

Having reached the wheelchair, Qiao En’en forced herself to suppress her unease and guilt. After a surreptitious deep breath, she spoke in a soft, sincere voice Seeing you makes me so happy.

If you could just leave now and let me make my wish in peace, I’d be even happier.

Qiao En’en winked playfully, her inner thoughts running wild Heh heh, if I put you up on Xianyu, who would buy my husband? Time for a discount sale!

It was all just empty talk.

Seeing that the man in the wheelchair was ignoring her, merely lifting his eyelids slightly, Qiao En’en, feeling particularly awkward under his gaze, paused to realize she hadn’t answered Fu Qianshan’s question.

She turned back to face the wishing well, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and spoke with deliberate sincerity I wish that my dearest Mr. Fu will always be safe, healthy, and by my side.

No matter what the future holds, we will never abandon each other.

Before she finished speaking, Qiao En’en faintly heard a soft scoff from behind.

It vanished as quickly as an illusion.

In reality, Fu Qianshan, who had clearly heard Qiao En’en’s wish to sell him off, was nearly laughing in anger.

His cold, sharp eyes darkened as the woman who had just been spouting lies turned back to gaze at him with feigned affection.

Fu Qianshan was tall, even seated in his wheelchair, his gaze nearly level with Qiao En’en’s.

The man tilted his chin slightly, taking in the cold detachment hidden in the woman’s eyes.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at his legs, which had regained their numbness a few days earlier as Qiao En’en’s injured calf healed. His gaze darkened further.

Qiao En’en, what secrets are you hiding?

What is between us…?

Meanwhile, Qiao En’en, seeing that the man in the wheelchair remained silent, awkwardly maintained her persona.

This was truly vexing.

If she spoke, he wouldn’t respond.

If she tried to turn and leave, she couldn’t.

After a moment’s thought, Qiao En’en decided to take a bold step.

She half-squatted down, lightly resting her hands on the man’s legs.

She kept her touch light, mainly because she feared that if she upset him, he might push her away, which would be terribly awkward.

After all, her white dress today was quite ethereal.

Mr. Fu, Qiao En’en said softly, tilting her chin upward and blinking her large, sparkling eyes. Is something troubling you? While I can’t help with work matters, perhaps I can offer some comfort in your personal life…

Mr. Fu, have you ever heard that…

Qiao En’en’s fingertip traced gentle circles on the man’s leg, careful not to touch him while maximizing the visual effect. When people are unhappy, they can do… things to make themselves feel better?

She had learned this from a game.

The game she had spent ten thousand yuan on hadn’t yet returned her ten handsome men, but one of the interactions with them was similar to this.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t unlocked it yet when Lu Yanhui’s damned phone call interrupted her.

And then… there was no then.

Damn you, Lu Yanhui.

Still,

Strange, why isn’t Fu Qianshan reacting?

Hurry up and tell me to stop, turn away, and leave.

Qiao En’en was puzzled.

But before her mental grumbling could fade, a shadow suddenly fell across her shoulder.

In an instant, the man in the wheelchair leaned closer, his refined and aloof face unexpectedly close.

Qiao En’en’s breath hitched.

The man before her was breathtakingly handsome. His fresh, clean scent lingered in the air, and as she gazed into his eyes, she saw her own reflection, causing her heart to skip a beat.

She inexplicably swallowed hard.

Especially since Fu Qianshan’s lips, though no longer crimson, retained a perfect, moist fullness.

I… I want to kiss him.

No, no, I can’t kiss him. What am I even thinking?

But why am I so hot?

Oh, right. It’s August. Even with the villa’s climate control, it must be warmer out here in the open.

Qiao En’en’s mind swam in confusion, yet a faint, suspicious blush crept across her pale cheeks.

Fu… Fu Qianshan, what does he want?

If he keeps this up, I won’t be able to control myself…

Before Qiao En’en could rein in her racing thoughts, a matching image flashed through the man’s mind.

Why are you squatting? Weren’t you going to do something?

His deep, dark eyes held a heavy, enigmatic gaze, and his voice, both magnetic and husky, dripped with amusement as he drawled, Sit on my lap. Move yourself.

Then, leaning back casually in his wheelchair, he lazily draped a long, pale hand over the button at his throat, the one fastened to the collar of his shirt…

Qiao En’en’s breath caught in her throat.

Meeting the man’s cold, sharp, and sinister gaze, her chaotic thoughts instantly snapped into focus.

Erotic novels—

Erotic novels everywhere—

Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, she stammered.

I-I’m sorry, I was wrong.

Ahhh! Why am I letting my mind wander again?

But that image was so stimulating.

No, no, no.

I can’t let my thoughts run wild.

Qiao En’en struggled to calm her racing heart, taking a deep, silent breath. The man’s deep, dangerously low voice reached her ears Qiao En’en—

Perhaps it was her imagination, but Qiao En’en felt that these few words were uttered through gritted teeth, as if Fu Qianshan were forcibly suppressing his rage, holding his breath.

The man’s icy gaze, fixed on Qiao En’en, radiated an oppressive aura of danger.

He was like a predator lurking deep in the forest, eyes locked on its prey. One moment of carelessness, and the prey would be torn apart and devoured.

Qiao En’en felt her breathing constrict, her mind going blank. She forced a weak smile. Mhm, I’m here. What’s wrong?

Silence descended once more.

Time ticked by, second by second.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the man’s cold, deep voice echoed through the silent, empty garden Qiao En’en, can you always be like this?

Soft, adorable, and effortlessly seductive.

Seeming deeply in love, yet utterly heartless.

Qiao En’en blinked in confusion. Huh? What do you mean?

The urgent vibration of a phone call interrupted her muddled thoughts.

It was Fu Qianshan’s phone.

Qiao En’en’s mind finally cleared.

But her heart still raced wildly. Needing a moment to compose herself, she thoughtfully suggested, Mr. Fu, why don’t you take the call first?

She was met with the man’s cool, disdainful glare.

Qiao En’en ?

After a moment, the man scoffed coldly and pressed his Bluetooth earpiece, his expression unreadable.

Whatever the caller said made his brow furrow slightly.

Then, the man in the wheelchair cast a deep, icy glance at Qiao En’en, who was still sprawled across his lap, and drawled slowly, How long do you plan to stay like that?

Get up.

Phew… you finally spoke.

Speaking of which, not feeling any pain is pretty great. My legs haven’t even gone numb from squatting for so long?

Qiao En’en’s curiosity flickered briefly before she scrambled to her feet.

The next moment, though her legs felt none of the usual pins-and-needles numbness, Qiao En’en’s legs buckled as if she’d been struck. Caught off guard, she stumbled forward and crashed into the man again.

Ah—!

The scene was too familiar, and Qiao En’en’s mind went blank.

In the next instant, she met the wheelchair-bound man’s deep, icy gaze and heard his restrained groan as she landed full-force on Fu Qianshan’s lap.

The sudden impact caused the wheelchair to slide back a fraction of an inch.

But that wasn’t the main issue.

The real problem was her hand—her hand… had landed, by sheer coincidence, just a hair’s breadth away from a certain indescribable area on the man’s body.

As soon as she realized this, images flooded her mind uncontrollably.

The vast rear garden was deserted, save for a man and a woman at its center.

The man’s frame was broad and imposing, and even seated in a wheelchair, his strength was unimaginable.

At that moment, his strong arm casually cradled the petite girl. With a nonchalant glance at one of her most sensitive areas, he commanded in a low, magnetic voice, Undo it yourself.

The girl’s body went weak at the sound of his deep, sensual voice.

She lowered her gaze, focusing on the unmistakable presence beneath the delicate, soft fabric beside her small hand.

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she nestled shyly against the man’s chest, whining coquettishly, I don’t want to… I’m scared…

Scared of what?

It’s too big… I’m a little afraid…

Qiao En’en—

The man’s voice, strained with suppressed anger, suddenly cut through the air. Get up.

Qiao En’en froze, the fantasy shattering in her mind.

When she finally registered the reality—she had accidentally fallen onto the man’s lap, hadn’t immediately gotten up, and had been fantasizing about a steamy romance novel?

Ahhhhh!

Qiao En’en froze completely, her bl00d rushing to her head in a scorching wave. Her delicate, pale cheeks instantly flushed crimson, as if they were about to bleed.

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Qiao En’en stammered, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from her chest. Her ears burned, and her mind completely blanked.

Waaah, how could I have accidentally fallen? My legs don’t even hurt.

Thank goodness Fu Qianshan doesn’t know what I was just thinking. I’d never be able to face him again! Waaah! Get up, get up!

Wait, why can’t she get up again?

According to her character setting, she should be seizing this opportunity to create all sorts of close, intimate moments with Fu Qianshan, her marriage partner.

Unless… unless Fu Qianshan actively pushes her away, she might have to maintain this position indefinitely…

Qiao En’en, who desperately wished she could stay in bed all day and never leave the house, was speechless.

Help me!

To make matters worse, the System, ever eager for drama, urged her on Host, you must maintain your character! Quick, grab him!

Hurry, grab him!

Qiao En’en …?!

Next up Childhood Sweethearts A Sweet Romance, also known as My Little Sweetheart is Too Cute. Add it to your favorites if you’re interested! Let me see!

Lazy & Unrestrained vs. Obedient & Adorable; Childhood Sweethearts; Unrequited Love

At age three

Xia Susu Xie Qinghe, Xu Qinghan can give birth to kittens! They’re so cute! I want to give birth to a cute kitten too…

Xie Qinghe …He’s lying. Humans can’t give birth to kittens.

Xia Susu burst into tears.

Xie Qinghe then scooped up an incredibly soft and adorable kitten and placed it in her arms. I gave birth to this one. Here, take it.

That night, Xu Qinghan cried and begged his mother to give birth to an even cuter kitten.

At age thirteen

Xia Susu Xie Qinghe, Xu Qinghan got first place in the grade on the exam. I bet him you’ll score higher than him by the end of the semester.

Xie Qinghe, who usually ranked in the middle of the class, asked, Where do you get your confidence?

On the first day of the new semester, Xu Qinghan stared in disbelief at the exam rankings bulletin board, where Xie Qinghe’s name was listed in first place.

In Xie Qinghe’s eyes, Xia Susu was his childhood sweetheart, the one he wanted to cherish for a lifetime.

He always indulged her, offering her whatever she desired with both hands.

Until one dazzling night, Xia Susu happily tugged on his arm, sharing a little secret with him as she always did Xie Qinghe, I’m planning to confess to Xu Qinghan. Do you think I have a chance?

Before she could finish, her slender wrist was seized in the palm of her usually carefree childhood friend. She looked up, meeting his deep, intense gaze.

The pale blue veins stood out on the back of his naturally relaxed hand. His low voice, strained with restraint, asked, So… you like him?

Xia Susu blinked in surprise. No, I don’t like him. I just want to be in a relationship.

At her words, the tension in his expression instantly eased, his gaze returning to its usual calm in an instant. If you want a relationship, you don’t need him. I can be your boyfriend too.

He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her delicate lips. So… can I kiss you?

Before Xia Susu could react, his lips pressed against hers, a warm sensation washing over her.

Xia Susu was stunned. You… you kissed me?

No, I didn’t agree yet! You… you kissed me? You… try kissing me again?

A tender smile played on his lips. Alright.

His voice was magnetic and indulgent, his dark eyes burning with possessiveness.