My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 15

Catching him? Impossible.

Never in this lifetime.

Unless in a dream, or… maybe just fantasizing about it wouldn’t hurt.

But in reality, she wouldn’t dare touch the great villain, not even if her life depended on it.

Besides, there were plenty of ways to make Fu Qianshan push her away without resorting to physical contact.

For example…

No… Mr. Fu, I won’t get up. Unless you push me away, I’m staying right here.

With those words, Qiao Enen didn’t need to do anything else. The man in the wheelchair would undoubtedly shove her away immediately.

Qiao Enen gleefully thought to herself Push me away, push me away!

Thank you, Mr. Fu.

Convinced he would push her away instantly, Qiao Enen looked up only to find his ink-black eyes fixed intently on her.

His gaze was dangerous, even the sharp, resolute line of his jaw radiating intense tension. Those deep, sinister eyes seemed to burn with suppressed fury.

Yet, contrary to her expectations, he didn’t push her away.

Instead, he seized both her hands, effortlessly pulling her upright until their eyes met.

Qiao Enen—

For some reason, the man’s deep voice carried an overwhelming sense of pressure, yet the barely restrained fury from moments ago had vanished.

Instead, it was tinged with an inexplicable bewilderment.

From Fu Qianshan’s perspective, Qiao Enen’s cheeks were flushed crimson, yet she resembled a student in class who had made a mistake but clearly understood exactly where she had gone wrong.

The man glanced at his still-numb legs, where countless tiny ants seemed to be crawling, causing a prickly, itchy sensation mixed with faint electric shocks that buzzed and pulsed.

His entire leg felt heavy and wooden, as if wrapped in thick cotton.

This sensation was deeply uncomfortable, yet for Fu Qianshan, it was an extraordinarily rare experience.

Because it meant his leg…

So, Qiao Enen had fallen onto him because her leg was numb?

And had pushed him away because, unaware of the numbness, she simply thought she couldn’t move?

The coldness in the man’s eyes softened slightly.

The icy chill gradually dissipated, replaced by a growing curiosity.

What exactly was the relationship between them?

Then he heard the guilty student before him muttering inwardly,

How strange. Why hasn’t Fu Qianshan pushed me away yet?

He’s even pulled me this close? Is he going to kiss me? Okay, okay, I consent!

After adjusting to her role for some time, Qiao Enen had finally figured things out.

Since I have to maintain my character and follow the plot anyway, what’s the harm in letting loose with a few casual remarks?

Besides, Fu Qianshan can’t hear me anyway.

Fu Qianshan, who had heard everything, was speechless. Just what is real about Qiao Enen? One moment she’s telling me to push her away, and now…

Deep within the man’s dark eyes, complex and turbulent emotions swirled like a storm.

After a moment, the man in the wheelchair slowly asked, And what if I don’t push you away?

This question completely stumped Qiao Enen.

If you don’t push me away? Then I’ll kiss you.

Ahem.

Well, Fu Qianshan is so handsome. A kiss wouldn’t be a loss for me.

But why wouldn’t he push me away?

Before she could finish her thought, Qiao Enen met the man in the wheelchair’s terrifyingly cold and dangerous gaze. After a moment of confusion, she suddenly realized, Oh, I didn’t answer his question.

Is that why he’s looking at me so coldly?

Biting her delicate lip, Qiao Enen feigned a cautious tone. If Mr. Fu doesn’t push me away, I want to keep looking at you like this, until the end of time.

Until the end of time?

Does that mean we’ll become statues? Are others the thinkers, and we’re the gazers?

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mock the Thinker.

Looking at the man before her…

He was truly exceptionally handsome, his tailored dark-colored bespoke suit exuding an aura of cold nobility.

His eyes were icy, the corners of his lips barely curved. Even without a word, the sheer force of his presence pressed down on her as he held her hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.

No wonder he was the greatest villain in the novel.

That aura, that face…

Actually… being a Gazer isn’t so bad after all.

Qiao Enen, the man’s cold voice cut through the air.

You really are…

A surface of deep affection, but an interior utterly hollow.

Not a single genuine word in her mouth.

Qiao Enen was puzzled.

What exactly was she?

The man effortlessly pushed her away.

But the next moment, her legs buckled again, sending her stumbling forward.

This time, because she was standing, the sudden weakness in her ankles felt like all her strength had been drained away. The momentum was even more violent and unexpected.

She didn’t even have time to gasp. All she saw was the man’s startled face looming closer, his expression rapidly enlarging as he approached.

In the next instant, as her hands braced against the man’s chest, her lips landed squarely on something warm and soft—the smooth, moist lips of the man in the wheelchair.

Time seemed to freeze. The world narrowed to the unfamiliar sensation on her lips and the sudden stillness of their held breaths.

Qiao Enen’s mind went blank, then…

Ahhh! My first kiss…

She was abruptly pushed away again.

Qiao Enen—

Do you want to die?

The man’s voice, utterly devoid of warmth, carried a chilling edge that sent shivers down her spine.

Fu Qianshan closed his eyes tightly.

Just then, his phone vibrated again. He shot Qiao Enen a cold, deep look, activated his wheelchair, turned, and left the rear garden.

As the man rolled further and further away until he vanished completely from sight, Qiao Enen wondered if she had just dreamed the whole thing.

She stumbled to the nearby swing, feeling utterly drained, and gently touched her lips.

Waaah! My first kiss is gone?

Really gone?

Wait, wait, kissing someone who doesn’t like me doesn’t count as a real first kiss, right?

It doesn’t count!

Wait, tomorrow’s gala? Do I need to wear an evening gown?

Qiao Enen was desperately trying to reassure herself, oblivious to the man in the wheelchair who had already left the back garden. As Special Assistant Chen pushed him toward the waiting car, Fu Qianshan’s body tensed.

He turned incredulously, gazing at the distant back garden and its tightly closed gate, his eyes filled with confusion.

Had he just heard Qiao Enen’s voice?

Was it something she said aloud? Or…

After a moment, he asked, Chen Zhuo, did you hear anything?

No, President Fu. Is something wrong?

The man gripped the wheelchair armrest tightly.

So that was… Qiao Enen’s thoughts?

Why could he hear them so clearly, even from this distance?

As if struck by a sudden realization, he raised a hand to lightly touch his lips, his gaze darkening.

The charity gala was held in the VIP ballroom on the top floor of Suzhou City’s most luxurious hotel.

This venue was part of the Fu Group’s holdings. Leveraging her status as Mrs. Fu, Qiao Enen, despite not receiving an invitation, had managed to attend, her heart set on seeing the male lead, Lu Yanhui.

Inside the ballroom, extravagant crystal chandeliers illuminated the entire space, making it sparkle brilliantly.

The banquet hall was filled with the elite of society—aristocrats, tycoons, and the darlings of high society.

At the center of attention were Jiang Yuening, the heiress of Hongxu Advertising Company, and Lu Yanhui, the male lead who had clawed his way up from humble beginnings to become a titan in the investment world.

He was refined and handsome; she was graceful and poised. Even standing quietly together, their presence drew admiring glances from all corners of the room.

Lu Yanhui had fallen for Jiang Yuening at first sight.

Wherever she might be—be it a bar, a Western restaurant, or any other venue—he would inevitably be there too.

Tonight, he was determined to win a radiant smile from the beauty before him.

Jiang Yuening wore a snow-white, handcrafted couture princess gown that accentuated her gentle serenity while maintaining an air of dignified elegance.

The warm, shimmering light from the ceiling cascaded into her luminous eyes, creating a dazzling, ethereal glow.

Yuening, you look absolutely stunning tonight, Lu Yanhui murmured, his gaze burning with affection as he watched her from a quiet corner of the banquet hall. He longed to move closer to the woman who held his heart captive.

Yuening is always beautiful, a clear, resonant male voice interjected. A man in black workwear, radiating a wild, untamed aura, stepped forward.

The man was strikingly handsome, his features sharp and angular, a carefree smile playing at the corners of his lips, the kind only a wealthy young man could wear. Did you really need to tell me that?

Xiao Jin? You’re back? Jiang Yuening’s genuine smile lit up her face. When did you get back?

Xiao Jin, noticing he had instantly captured Jiang Yuening’s attention, raised a subtle eyebrow and tilted his chin, glancing at Lu Yanhui, whose brow had furrowed at his arrival. Grasping Jiang Yuening’s hand, he replied cheerfully, I got back a couple of days ago. I was planning to surprise you tonight. How about we grab a drink at the bar after the banquet?

Jiang Yuening Sounds great!

Xiao Jin was the youngest son of the Xiao Family, pampered and unrestrained by nature. He rarely stayed in one place for more than a month. The only constants in his life were his passion for racing and his close friendship with Jiang Yuening. They had grown up together, their bond unbreakable.

As for Lu Yanhui, who had been completely ignored throughout the exchange ……

Yuening, I heard there’s a jade bracelet you like up for auction tonight. Trust me, I’ll definitely get it for you.

Lu Yanhui tried to regain the upper hand.

Unfortunately, before he could even get close, Xiao Jin’s body blocked his entire view of Jiang Yuening.

Xiao Jin! Lu Yanhui shouted, his voice rising in anger.

Before he could finish, Lu Yanhui noticed the surprised and gossipy glances directed his way. He had to suppress his anger.

Qiao Enen, wearing a tight-fitting evening gown, stepped into the banquet hall and immediately witnessed this scene.

However, she didn’t approach Jiang Yuening right away. Instead, she headed straight for the gourmet food section, eager to sample the delicacies of this high-end banquet.

The food was indeed exceptional, even more delicious than what she’d tasted at that private restaurant last time.

But when her peripheral vision caught sight of the champagne tower, Qiao Enen couldn’t help but recall tonight’s plot being doused in red wine by Lu Yanhui, the male lead with a screw loose.

Just thinking about being soaked later…

Qiao Enen silently glanced at the oversized cloak draped over her shoulders.

She had spent ages selecting this cloak to perfectly complement her evening gown, all so she could immediately wrap herself in it after being drenched in red wine.

Still…

Feeling a bit bored after sampling the food, Qiao Enen’s mind began to wander.

In the scene,

Mr. Fu, you’ve ruined my dress. How will you compensate me?

The girl glanced forlornly at her drenched, figure-hugging evening gown, then lifted her delicate, pale face, gazing expectantly at the man in the wheelchair.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her into his embrace. Leaning closer, his heated breath rasped against her ear like sandpaper scraping rough leaves, a scorching, husky whisper Mrs. Fu, how would you like me to compensate you? With money? Or…

His dark eyes locked onto hers, heavy with intent. With your body?

In an instant, Qiao Enen’s ears burned.

Before she could answer, he effortlessly lifted her onto his lap. His broad palm gripped her hand, pressing it against his chest, forcing her palm to trace the taut lines of his muscles upward, past his prominent Adam’s apple, until it rested on his slightly parted lips.

His gaze followed every movement of her hand, deep and fathomless, like twin abysses that swallowed all light.

Then, before Qiao Enen could react, he lowered his head, his sensual lips biting down on the knot of her qipao. His hot breath pressed against her delicate neck as he whispered, You can bite me too…

Qiao Enen’s breath caught in her throat.

So… so thrilling.

Could Fu Qianshan really be like this?

Hmm? Are Lu Yanhui and Jiang Yuening the only ones left?

Looks like it’s my turn to make an entrance.

Qiao Enen’s plan was simple.

Everyone in high society knew she was disliked by Fu Qianshan, making her marriage to him a mere formality. Many even gossiped about the original owner’s past misdeeds over afternoon tea.

From the start, she had resolved to advance the plot only when few others were around.

Qiao Enen rose from the sofa, removed her shawl, draped it over her arm, and headed straight toward the scene of the unfolding drama.

Unbeknownst to her, in a small reception room nearby, the lights blazed brightly, yet the atmosphere remained tense.

Fu Qianshan, engrossed in reviewing documents, breathed heavily.

Across from him, a CEO-like man waiting for Fu Qianshan to finish reading the proposal nearly held his breath in anxiety.

He cautiously ventured, President Fu, this proposal…

Excuse me, Fu Qianshan interrupted, setting down the documents. He gestured for Special Assistant Chen to push his wheelchair out of the private room.

Where is Mrs. Fu?

President Fu, Mrs. Fu is in the banquet hall on the top floor.

The evening’s event was a small charity gala hosted by the Jiang Family.

The venue was chosen to be the Fu Group’s hotel.

Naturally, Fu Qianshan, the business magnate, received an invitation.

But he declined.

Special Assistant Chen was surprised by his boss’s change in how he referred to his wife, but his professional training kept him from showing any reaction as he pushed the boss into the elevator.

Meanwhile,

Qiao Enen had already approached Jiang Yuening.

Good evening, Mrs. Fu. It’s nice to see you again.

Jiang Yuening greeted Qiao Enen warmly and proactively the moment she saw her.

Jiang Yuening had always wondered if hearing Qiao Enen’s thoughts last time had been a hallucination.

After all, she had undergone a comprehensive medical examination, and everything came back normal. Logically, she shouldn’t be able to hear someone else’s thoughts—such a preposterous thing.

Moreover, apart from Qiao Enen, she couldn’t hear the thoughts of anyone else, not even her own father.

Would she hear them this time?

Then,

Wow, Jiang Yuening is still so beautiful and elegant.

Sure enough, even though Qiao Enen’s lips hadn’t moved, Jiang Yuening heard her thoughts.

Why?

Why could she hear the thoughts of her romantic rival?

Jiang Yuening’s mind reeled with astonishment.

She glanced at Qiao Enen, the woman she had once believed had stolen the man she loved…

Qiao Enen wore a bamboo-moon-colored casual qipao today, accentuating her slender waist. Her demeanor was sweet and charming.

Her skin was a classic warm-toned white, so delicate it seemed almost translucent. Her captivating peach-blossom eyes were misty and luminous, reflecting the light like scattered starlight, dazzling and radiant.

Her petite, refined nose and beautifully shaped lips, naturally pink and slightly upturned, revealed two small dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiled, adding to her playful and endearing charm.

Combined with her petite stature and slender figure, she evoked a strong protective instinct in everyone around her.

Qiao Enen? What are you doing here?

We didn’t invite you. Please leave.

Lu Yanhui had lost the investment he’d secured last time, and Qiao Enen’s contribution to that failure was undeniable. He had no desire whatsoever to have anything to do with this woman.

Besides, he had finally waited for Xiao Jin to leave and was planning to take his relationship with the girl he loved to the next level. Why was Qiao Enen here, trying to steal the spotlight?

To his surprise, Qiao Enen completely ignored him and gracefully approached Jiang Yuening.

She raised her hand and slapped… pressed… pressed it against… Jiang Yuening’s face?

Lu Yanhui frowned. Qiao Enen, what are you doing?

Jiang Yuening was equally bewildered.

What was Qiao Enen… doing?

Touching her… face?

Wow, I’ve wanted to touch this beautiful face for ages! It’s so soft.

Curious, what skincare products does she use?

Jiang Yuening ……?

Qiao Enen! I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?

Feeling completely ignored, Lu Yanhui lowered his voice and snapped angrily, Let go of her.

Stay away from her.

So what if Qiao Enen was praising him in her mind?

So what if Qiao Enen only loved him?

All he knew was that a woman who liked him had hit the woman he liked.

Even if it wasn’t a forceful slap, the fact remained Qiao Enen’s hand had touched Jiang Yuening’s face.

Lu Yanhui’s anger surged. He immediately tried to shove Qiao Enen away, but she dodged him with uncanny foresight.

Lu Yanhui was furious. Without hesitation, he raised his hand to splash the red wine in his glass onto Qiao Enen.

Qiao Enen tensed, bracing herself for the scene to unfold. Her hand gripped the cloak draped over her arm, ready to yank it free and wrap herself in it at a moment’s notice.

But just then, a deep, resonant voice cut through the air, reaching the ears of everyone at the banquet

Mr. Lu, you’d best think carefully about what you’re doing.

Everyone involuntarily turned toward the voice. They saw a tall, imposing man in a wheelchair being slowly pushed forward by an assistant.

The man’s face was stern, his dark eyes sweeping across the room with an unfathomable intensity. His gaze seemed to pierce through pretense, capable of reading hearts in an instant.

Though confined to a wheelchair, it did nothing to diminish his noble aura. Instead, it amplified his commanding presence, radiating an aura of supreme authority that sent a shiver down the spines of those present.