My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 17

Splash Fu Qianshan’s suit with water?

Sit on his lap?

Qiao Enen was stunned, wondering if she had misheard.

Seriously? This is way more troublesome and dangerous than Lu Yanhui splashing me with red wine! He’s the Big Villain—the most ruthless and cunning antagonist in the entire book!

Wait, how did you come up with this impromptu plot?

System Someone had to get wet. If not you, then the Big Villain.

Qiao Enen ……

But the risk was too great.

Splash the Big Villain with water and sit on his lap?

Who knew what Fu Qianshan would do to her?

Without hesitation, Qiao Enen declared,  I choose option one. 

She immediately headed to the garage to drive back to the banquet hall, only to be informed by the System  But… it’s already past nine. The banquet’s over. 

Qiao Enen ……?!

Then why even give her a choice?

Never mind.

Since she couldn’t control the situation, she’d just have to face the challenge head-on.

After all, this job paid so well. It couldn’t be smooth sailing all the time; there were bound to be a few high-stakes moments.

Having successfully convinced herself, Qiao Enen cheered herself on  Fu Qianshan, I’m coming to Royal View Courtyard to find you! 

You need to be a good boy and listen to me. If you do, I’ll reward you with a big chicken drumstick.

Listening to her meant letting her soak him, then letting her sit on his lap.

The big chicken drumstick was her personal contribution.

Qiao Enen took a deep breath, walked to the garage, and started her car.

Following the System’s instructions, she set off for Royal View Courtyard.

At the same moment, as Fu Qianshan’s car rounded a corner, Qiao Enen’s last two thoughts suddenly echoed in his mind.

Coming to find him?

The man frowned slightly.

They had just seen each other ten minutes ago. What could she possibly want?

Fu Qianshan didn’t believe Qiao Enen was genuinely coming to see him.

Besides, why couldn’t she have said whatever it was earlier? Why make a special trip, and to a specific location?

Was she so certain he would be at the courtyard?

President Fu, our team in the US is ready for a video conference to report on their progress, Special Assistant Chen reported respectfully from the front passenger seat.

The man responded with a curt Mm.

He cast a dark, inscrutable glance at his numb leg. After a moment,

Not to the company. Take me to Royal View Courtyard.

A few minutes later, the car turned at the next intersection, heading in the opposite direction.

Half an hour later, in the study on the second floor of Royal View Courtyard, Fu Qianshan closed his laptop after finishing a video conference. He glanced at the time—930 PM.

Just then, his phone lit up, displaying the name Qiao Enen on the screen.

He answered the call.

Qiao Enen’s tearful voice came through the line.

Fu Qianshan, I want to see you.

Could you meet me? Just for a moment?

Fu Qianshan calmly concealed the complex emotions in his eyes. If I recall correctly, we just saw each other half an hour ago.

Qiao Enen, who had just driven her car to the villa’s entrance, sniffled, struggling to suppress her sobs. …That’s true, but I miss you so much. I’ve been thinking about you since the moment you left.

I really want to see you. I’ll just say one thing and leave, okay?

Fu Qianshan remained silent.

Miss him?

Even Qiao Enen probably didn’t believe that herself.

Fine. Let’s see what she’s up to.

On the other side, Qiao Enen had barely hung up when a handsome, impeccably dressed security guard approached her car with a respectful salute. Mrs. Fu, please proceed.

Qiao Enen was puzzled. Was it really this easy to enter the Big Villain’s residence?

Still, she thanked him and immediately drove into the courtyard.

As soon as she entered, Qiao Enen was stunned by the sight before her.

Bright lights illuminated the wide road, a stark contrast to the pitch-black world outside the courtyard walls.

Here, there were artificial mountains and flowing streams, a luxurious outdoor swimming pool, uniquely designed miniature gardens, and meticulously manicured flowerbeds stretching as far as the eye could see.

In the distance, she could even glimpse what appeared to be a sprawling golf course.

It took Qiao Enen a full five minutes to drive through the opulent front yard before finally reaching the heart of the estate—a magnificent ten-story villa, gleaming with gold.

No, palace might be a more fitting description.

Truly worthy of the title of the wealthiest Big Villain in the entire book.

The servants in the courtyard were exceptionally warm and welcoming. As soon as Qiao Enen’s car came to a stop, a well-trained housekeeper rushed over to open her door, carefully placing her hand on the doorframe to prevent any accidental bumps to Qiao Enen’s head.

Such thoughtfulness!

Welcome, Mrs. Fu, the housekeeper greeted her.

An elderly man who appeared to be the butler smiled warmly. Young Mistress, the Young Master is in his study. I’ll take you there.

Ever since his young master’s wedding, Uncle Chen had been eagerly anticipating the day the young master would bring his young mistress home.

Although the bridal chamber was at Junlan Yue Mansion, this place was where the young master had always lived—his true home.

Uncle Chen had almost given up hope.

Then, he overheard his son mentioning that the young master’s attitude toward the young mistress had changed.

And the young master had actually allowed her to drive onto the property! What could that mean?

It meant there was hope for the young couple!

Uncle Chen happily escorted Qiao Enen to the second-floor study. Young Mistress, the young master is inside.

Thank you, Qiao Enen replied politely.

After a moment’s hesitation, she lowered her voice and asked, Excuse me, does Mr. Fu have coffee in his study?

Yes, a cup was brought in just five minutes ago, Uncle Chen replied before turning to descend the stairs, leaving Qiao Enen alone at the study door.

Phew…

Coffee from five minutes ago? He probably hasn’t finished it yet! Perfect!

Otherwise, she would have had to find another way to drench Fu Qianshan’s suit.

Knock, knock, knock, knock

Qiao Enen rapped on the door.

After receiving permission, she pushed it open.

First, she confirmed that more than half the coffee remained on the desk. Only then did she turn her attention to the man whose suit she was about to drench as part of the plot.

The man sat at his desk, engrossed in work, not even looking up when he heard the door open.

Qiao Enen stood in the doorway, the warm-toned light bathing her delicate, fair face. The same light cast the Big Villain in the distance in a cool, dignified, elegant, and captivating aura.

There was no denying it the man before her was breathtakingly handsome.

His features were refined and extraordinary, each detail sculpted to perfection deep-set eyes that seemed capable of stealing souls in an instant; a high, straight nose, both striking and sensual; and lips so soft and inviting, she felt an almost irresistible urge to bite them.

Even his sharply defined jawline radiated an unwavering resolve, his entire face perfectly aligned with Qiao Enen’s ideal.

His shirt was buttoned meticulously to the very top, the collar pressing against his prominent Adam’s apple.

Restrained yet alluring.

Qiao Enen stared, mesmerized, her thoughts racing Fu Qianshan’s shirt is buttoned so tightly—doesn’t he feel suffocated?

I really want to unbutton it for him.

Fu Qianshan, who had been hearing her thoughts since she entered Royal View Courtyard, remained silent.

He looked up to see the girl standing in the doorway walk in, close the door, and fix a burning gaze on him… at the coffee on his desk?

Coffee?

His eyes darkened slightly.

What is Qiao Enen thinking?

He found himself increasingly unable to understand his arranged marriage wife.

Mr. Fu.

Qiao Enen had no idea that the man behind the desk had seen through almost all her little schemes.

She walked straight to the desk, ready to surprise Fu Qianshan by handing him the coffee. But before she could, he closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair with an air of calm composure. Mrs. Fu, you’ve come all the way here. What did you want to say to me?

His voice was even and cool, devoid of any emotional inflection.

Only the word specially was given particular emphasis.

Qiao Enen’s grip tightened into a fist.

After a moment of preparation, she blinked her eyes with feigned sincerity and innocence. Actually, I just… I missed you…

A hint of scrutiny flickered in Fu Qianshan’s indifferent gaze. Missed me?

If you listened closely, you could detect a dangerous undertone in his voice.

He clearly didn’t believe her.

Unfortunately, Qiao Enen was too focused on the coffee and her next move to notice the danger.

She nodded earnestly. Yes, I did.

Then she picked up the coffee from the desk, walked around it, and stood before the man.

Mr. Fu, please have some coffee.

Qiao Enen’s face was all smiles, her eyes curved sweetly as she presented the coffee, perfectly embodying the image of a woman eagerly anticipating her beloved man’s first sip of her homemade brew.

In reality, the hand gripping the coffee cup was slick with sweat.

Waaah, I’m so scared! What if Fu Qianshan gets furious and shoves me to the ground?

Fu Qianshan, the most adorable and handsome husband in the world, please have mercy!

Qiao Enen was panicking.

Truly panicking.

Completely oblivious to the subtle frown that creased the man’s brow as he heard her inner thoughts.

The System had already begun urging her  Host, go for it! Throw it on him! 

Sit on him!

Qiao Enen, whose hand holding the coffee was trembling visibly, thought  …… 

But no matter what, the plot had to progress.

She absolutely didn’t want to risk triggering another even more absurd temporary plotline by failing to follow this one.

So, Qiao Enen took a deep breath and murmured, Um, would you like me to feed you?

With one hand holding the coffee cup, she cautiously lowered her other hand to grasp the corner of the man’s suit, terrified he might shove her to the ground before she even sat down.

In a flash, Qiao Enen swiftly sat on Fu Qianshan’s lap.

With a deliberate tremor of her hand, she cried out, Ah—! feigning accidental spillage of the entire cup of coffee.

However, her nervousness caused her to misjudge the angle. Not only did she drench Fu Qianshan, but she also soaked her own qipao.

Qiao Enen ……?

Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Fu! I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t!

Without needing Fu Qianshan to push her away, Qiao Enen scrambled off his lap in a panic.

How did I get my own clothes wet too?

What do I do? What do I do? I didn’t bring a change of clothes.

Flustered, Qiao Enen set the coffee cup on the table and frantically grabbed tissues to wipe her dress.

She completely forgot about the final part of her plan—to strip off her clothes, only to have Fu Qianshan throw his jacket over her to cover her up.

Lost in her frantic wiping, Qiao Enen failed to notice that the moment her bottom landed on Fu Qianshan’s lap, the coffee-drenched man’s body had stiffened imperceptibly.

At that moment, Fu Qianshan, who was leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalant composure, was desperately concealing the shock in his eyes. He subtly glanced down at his leg.

Just now, his calf had seemed to feel a weight?

This had never happened before.

He looked at the woman frantically wiping her qipao. Her delicate, flushed cheeks were filled with chagrin, as if she had never imagined her own clothes would get wet.

Yet, in her mind, she was grumbling Waaah, why hasn’t Fu Qianshan thrown me a coat yet?

Ah? Oh, right.

Then, Fu Qianshan watched as Qiao Enen, who had been trying to dry her clothes, seemed to realize belatedly that he was also present. She looked at him with a pitiful expression, her large, teary eyes brimming with guilt.

I’m so sorry, Mr. Fu, she murmured, gently biting her lower lip. Her voice was soft and tender. As compensation, I’ll take off my clothes too, okay?

With that, Qiao Enen’s slender fingers actually brushed against the qipao’s frog closures near her collarbone.

It was a perfect gesture of atonement, or perhaps…

But what she was really thinking was

Why is Fu Qianshan staring at me like that?

Isn’t he going to throw me a robe? There’s a suit right next to him. Hurry up and toss it over! Does he really want me to start undressing?

Qiao Enen was genuinely baffled.

Wasn’t this exactly where the plot was supposed to be?

If Fu Qianshan would just cooperate and throw her a robe, she could clock out and go home.

What was he waiting for?

Unbeknownst to her, the man in the chair casually glanced past his own soaked suit, the suit hanging on the nearby rack, and finally settled his gaze on the woman before him, who looked like she was about to strip.

All this commotion… just for my suit?

Meanwhile, Qiao Enen, still waiting for the man to throw her a robe, grew increasingly anxious.

What’s going on?

Fu Qianshan isn’t actually planning to watch me undress, is he?

No, no, that’s impossible. He’s not interested in women. But… then why?

And why hasn’t he taken off his soaked suit? Doesn’t it feel uncomfortable with the coffee sticking to his skin?

Wait a minute…

Soaked… suit?

Disrupted by the plot’s interruption and a beat behind, Qiao Enen finally noticed the thin shirt clinging to the man’s skin beneath his soaked suit, the outline of his muscles faintly visible.

Her breath caught involuntarily.

Her gaze drifted downward to his expensive, meticulously crafted leather belt, and…

In a daze, a scene involuntarily flashed through Qiao Enen’s mind…

In the dimly lit study, the aloof and dignified man in the wheelchair gripped her slender waist with a cold laugh. Mrs. Fu, how will you compensate me?

Coffee had soaked through his shirt. Qiao Enen pressed her palm against it, clearly feeling the man’s scorching heartbeat.

Leaning closer, her gaze burned with intensity, she whispered, Then how about I make installment payments… in my own way?

The cold, ascetic man in the wheelchair tightened his grip on her waist, pressing her down against him. The soaked fabric clung tightly to their bodies.

His voice turned seductive, his scalding breath brushing her ear You can, but…

What’s the fun in leaving the fabric between us?

Help me take it off.

Qiao Enen—

A cold, sharp male voice abruptly shattered Qiao Enen’s breathless reverie.

Realizing she had been daydreaming again, Qiao Enen’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment, unsure where to look.

Then, the man tossed a garment at her.

And issued a command, cold and dangerous, yet restrained to the utmost

Get out!

Simultaneously, the System registered the scene as complete. Qiao Enen’s heart leaped with joy Okay, okay, I’m leaving right away.

But outwardly, she feigned wounded innocence Mr. Fu…

Seeing the man’s dark expression, Qiao Enen barely suppressed a smile, forcing herself to appear heartbroken.

She lowered her gaze to hide the emotion in her eyes, her voice dropping to a dejected whisper, Fine, I’ll leave then.

Turning away, she walked toward the door, inwardly sighing in relief Phew, finally done with this. It’s exhausting dealing with this every day.

Maybe I should get a massage from some handsome guys? Or go somewhere to relax?

Just idle thoughts.

But as her hand reached for the doorknob, the man’s deep, dangerous voice sounded behind her.

Since Mrs. Fu says she misses me…

The man paused deliberately, his tone slow, cold, and menacing. As Qiao Enen turned around, bewildered by his words, he calmly uttered, Prove it to me.

Qiao Enen stared blankly. ?

What? Prove it… to you? How am I supposed to do that? Don’t tell me…

Take off your clothes?

Ah, no…

Fu Qianshan would kill me, wouldn’t he?

As Qiao Enen fretted, she noticed the man who had been trying to kick her out just a minute ago now staring at her with eyes filled with complex emotions… and a barely suppressed fury.

Confused as to why Fu Qianshan was demanding proof, Qiao Enen’s breath hitched.

Suddenly, she remembered the time she had accidentally kissed the man in the back garden of Junlan Yue Mansion. Though he had roared at her fiercely, he had immediately left.

Got it.

If Fu Qianshan sees me trying to kiss him, he’ll definitely kick me out, right?

The thought startled Qiao Enen. What am I thinking? How dare I even consider kissing him?

Still, it’s a perfect way to prove myself. I’m such a genius.

Alright, I’ll prove it.

Qiao Enen took a deep breath, clutching the oversized men’s suit jacket tightly to conceal her soaked qipao. She strode directly toward the man in the wheelchair, whose suit was also drenched.

As she approached, Qiao Enen held her breath, her fingertips curling involuntarily.

Taking another deep breath, she closed her eyes and leaned in, inching closer and closer to Fu Qianshan’s lips.

Fu Qianshan… he must see me coming, right? Is his brow furrowing? Hehe.

Almost there… he’s definitely going to push me away or tell me to scram any second now.

Huh? This distance… our lips are almost touching! Why isn’t he… reacting at all? If he doesn’t push me away soon, I’m actually going to kiss him.

Did I misjudge the angle? Fu Qianshan? Fu Qianshan? This man… could he be too angry to react? Or… is he asleep? Or… could he actually be waiting for me to kiss him? No way, no way…

Ah!

Qiao Enen, her eyes closed and convinced she was about to kiss the man’s lips, startled and opened her eyes, confused and flustered. Her gaze met Fu Qianshan’s cold, mocking eyes.

His gaze was terrifyingly calm, his chin slightly raised in an all-knowing scrutiny, his long lashes casting a shadow over his dark, intense gaze. His eyes remained fixed on her lips as she leaned closer, while his sensual, moist lips remained utterly still.

As if he were certain she wouldn’t actually kiss him.

Guilty and startled, Qiao Enen instinctively tried to pull back.

But in the next moment, her slender wrist was seized by his broad palm.

Didn’t Mrs. Fu want to kiss me?

His deep, dangerously seductive voice echoed through the cold, silent study. Why are you running away?