My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 18

Why are you hiding?

Was that even a question?

Of course, it was because…

Qiao Enen’s mind was in chaos.

The real shock came when the man in the wheelchair didn’t push her away or order her to leave immediately. Instead, he gripped her hand and demanded, Why are you hiding?

Flustered, Qiao Enen glanced at her wrist, which Fu Qianshan held in a tight grip. Her body tensed so much she could barely move.

Wait, her body couldn’t move?

Why?

The System chimed in Host, your attempt to retreat just now doesn’t align with your character! Quickly act in accordance with the original owner’s deep love for the Big Villain to解除 the body restriction.

The System’s voice was soft and cute, but Qiao Enen could only manage a silent ……

Speechless as she was, Qiao Enen still had to force herself to conjure the right emotions.

After a long moment, she managed to squeeze out a sweet-looking smile. N-no, I wasn’t hiding.

Meeting the man’s deep, scrutinizing gaze, Qiao Enen took a deep breath. Okay, fine. It’s because… because our clothes are all wet, and the coffee is sticky and uncomfortable. So I thought I’d take a bath first, get all clean and fresh, and then… then kiss you.

The more Qiao Enen spoke, the more logical her reasoning seemed. The crucial point was that she could move again!

She quickly straightened up, freeing her waist, and boldly continued along this line of reasoning Um, Mr. Fu, could I take a bath here? I promise to come find you smelling all nice and clean afterward. How about that?

As she spoke, her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her lower eyelids, fluttering gently. The shifting shadows danced like tiny winged sprites.

An indescribable softness, cuteness, and charm filled the air.

The study fell silent, the air seeming to grow hotter.

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but the moment the word bath was mentioned, a subtle, inexplicable tension seemed to drift through the room.

Yet Fu Qianshan’s cold, sharp eyes continued to radiate danger.

For behind this woman’s playful and adorable facade, her true thoughts were Ugh… I’m so greasy.

I can’t take it anymore! Fu Qianshan, please reject me! This is too much—even I can’t stand it.

Fu Qianshan ……

To make matters worse, this woman had the audacity to stare directly at him, her voice dripping with sweetness Mr. Fu’s clothes are soaked too, aren’t they? Must be so uncomfortable. Why don’t you take a bath as well?

Qiao Enen’s suggestion was sincere.

After all, she was the one who had drenched him, and she felt genuinely embarrassed about making Fu Qianshan wear those sticky clothes.

However, the mere mention of a man bathing involuntarily conjured up the image of their first encounter at the Fu Family Mansion.

In her mind’s eye, the man lay half-submerged in a steaming bathtub, his upper body bare.

Under the warm-toned lighting, his refined features were strikingly handsome, his jawline taut with a noble yet primal tension.

Warm droplets of water slid down his prominent Adam’s apple, tracing a path across his pale chest, coating the firm, sculpted muscles with an alluring sheen that rose and fell with his measured breaths.

Her gaze drifted lower, lingering on the dark, suggestive surface of the water below his waist…

Qiao Enen—

The man’s deep, icy voice, radiating an oppressive sense of danger, suddenly cut through her reverie, shattering the provocative image in her mind.

Qiao Enen startled, jolted back to reality.

Realizing the situation, she quickly blinked innocently. W-what? What’s wrong?

Mr. Fu doesn’t want me to shower here, does he? Mr. Fu…

As she spoke the last few words, the corners of Qiao Enen’s lips drooped slightly, her voice gradually softening and trailing off with a deliberate tremor, like a rain-soaked kitten, pitiful and vulnerable.

Yet the imperceptible upward lilt in her tone betrayed her hidden mischief.

Meanwhile, her inner voice urged relentlessly Say yes, say yes! I’ll vanish from your sight immediately and never bother you again, I promise!

Waaah, being all wet like this is really uncomfortable. I need to hurry home and take a shower.

This was a stark contrast to her earlier thought Should I find some handsome guys to give me a massage?

Fu Qianshan’s gaze deepened.

How much of what Qiao Enen said was true?

And what was her real purpose for coming here today?

Get out.

The man closed his eyes tightly, then opened them, all emotion erased from his gaze. His voice was utterly flat, devoid of any inflection.

Qiao Enen’s heart leaped with joy Waaah, finally I can leave!

That was tough.

On the surface, Qiao Enen remained remarkably professional (after all, she couldn’t move without maintaining her act), her voice dripping with aggrieved, tender affection Mr. Fu, please let me wash here just this once…

Get out.

Qiao Enen’s outward demeanor Waaah You’re just bullying me because you know I like you.

Her inner thoughts Okay, okay, I’m leaving right now. Fu Qianshan looks his hottest when he’s telling me to scram. Hehe.

She turned and hurried out of the study, glancing back every few steps (while walking at a brisk pace).

As soon as the door closed behind her, Qiao Enen, finally free from maintaining her persona, leaned against it and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Aaaah! Finally out! Gotta run, gotta run!

Urging herself on mentally, she rushed to the waiting car outside, started the engine, and sped away.

It wasn’t until she had completely left Royal View Courtyard that Qiao Enen belatedly realized she was still alive.

Looking down at her damp qipao, she sighed wistfully. Looks like I’ll have to carry a change of clothes with me whenever I go out from now on.

Including underwear.

Otherwise, it would have been like earlier at Royal View Courtyard. It was fortunate that Fu Qianshan hadn’t allowed her to shower there. If he had, she could have at least put on someone else’s clean clothes afterward. But what would she have done inside?

This was something Qiao Enen never understood when watching similar dramas.

Surely… she wouldn’t have gone without clothes, right?

Commando style?

Qiao Enen gasped and sped up.

Fortunately, the roads were quiet late at night, and she quickly drove to Junlan Yue Mansion.

She enjoyed a long, hot shower, climbed into bed, and fell asleep instantly.

Unbeknownst to her, from the moment her car left Royal View Courtyard, another vehicle had been following her.

In the back seat of a limited-edition Rolls-Royce, a man with deep-set eyes and a somber expression unconsciously tapped his fingers against the armrest. His icy gaze remained fixed on a second-floor window of the Junlan Yue Mansion villa.

The room was dark, and the man’s eyes grew colder and more intense.

President Fu, Doctor Xie is waiting in the courtyard, Special Assistant Chen reported from the front passenger seat.

At the mention of his name, the man lowered his gaze to his paralyzed legs. His curled fingers tightened slightly, and the line of his jaw sharpened.

His gaze deepened.

Never mind, he thought. There’s plenty of time. I’ll just wait and see what Qiao Enen is really up to.

Since her last impromptu plot detour, Qiao Enen had stayed indoors for several days.

Partly, it was because the recent heat was unbearable, and she didn’t want to leave her air-conditioned room. But mainly, she feared running into Fu Qianshan and having to maintain her perfect girlfriend act. Fortunately, Junlan Yue Mansion was kept at a constant temperature and humidity throughout, including the rear garden. So Qiao Enen spent her days at home, playing games and binge-watching dramas.

When a long, torrential downpour finally ended and the oppressive heat began to recede, the cool breeze of early autumn brushed her face.

Qiao Enen decided to go on a trip.

Just to be safe, she asked the System in advance  When’s the next plot event? 

The System searched its database.  Host, it’s in half a month. 

Before Qiao Enen could even register her relief, a plot summary flashed through her mind  Jiang Yuening, having not seen her beloved Fu Qianshan in ages, plays golf with Lu Yanhui, her thoughts heavy with melancholy. Lu Yanhui, unable to bear her sadness, invites her on a yacht trip to clear her head. 

Just as Qiao Enen returned to the Fu Family Mansion with Fu Qianshan, she saw Lu Yanhui’s post on social media—a photo of him and Jiang Yuening happily clinking glasses. Heartbroken and furious, she showered and stormed into Fu Qianshan’s room, only to be coldly turned away.

Going to Fu Qianshan after getting triggered again?

Well, practice makes perfect.

That doesn’t matter now. The important thing is I have over ten days to enjoy myself.

Qiao Enen cheerfully wheeled her suitcase out the door.

As soon as she settled into her first-class seat on the plane, an unfamiliar number called.

She answered, and a furious voice immediately erupted from the other end Qiao Enen—

You’ve grown bold, haven’t you? You actually blocked me?

Qiao Enen asked blankly, Who is this?

Qiao Enen—

The caller was clearly beyond enraged, likely suffocating from fury. After a long pause, he spat out through gritted teeth I’m Lu Yanhui. Lu Yanhui! Qiao Enen, I’m telling you…

Qiao Enen hung up without hesitation.

Lu Yanhui?

What bad luck.

She immediately turned off her phone.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Lu Yanhui stared dumbfounded at the disconnected call, utterly stunned.

Qiao Enen hung up on him?

Not only had she blocked him, but she’d hung up on him too?

Did Qiao Enen think that because she liked him, she could act without restraint?

He had his limits too.

Lu Yanhui was furious.

Even if he had wrongly accused Qiao Enen before, was it necessary for her to hold a grudge this long?

The real problem was…

Whether it was the banquet hall incident that had upset Fu Qianshan or not, Lu Yanhui had been hitting walls repeatedly these past few days.

After finally tracking down Fu Qianshan’s whereabouts, he had hoped that if Qiao Enen could put in a good word for him before he approached, his efforts would be twice as effective.

But what had Qiao Enen done?

This was the first time Qiao Enen had ever treated Lu Yanhui this way. Regardless of the reason, the man, seething with anger, hurled his phone across the room.

The assistant, who had watched helplessly as his boss smashed his phone on the floor, could only stare in stunned silence.

No, no, Boss, this…

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line,

Qiao Enen turned off her phone and quickly fell asleep.

When she woke up, she had already arrived at the seaside city.

After checking into a luxurious beachfront hotel, Qiao Enen dropped off her luggage, enjoyed a lavish buffet, and changed into a soft, flowing beach dress before heading to the shore.

Qiao Enen carried her shoes, her bare feet sinking into the soft, warm sand like stepping into cotton.

The salty sea breeze gently brushed her cheeks, causing her white gauze dress to billow and flutter.

The vibrant sunset slowly dipped behind the lush coconut trees, gradually sinking into the sea and painting the entire sky in romantic shades of orange-red.

Waves lapped softly against the shore, scattering tiny golden droplets that shimmered in the sunlight.

Standing in the shallows, she let the cool seawater wash over her ankles, her skirt swaying gently in the breeze, utterly at peace.

In that moment, even time seemed to soften.

This is what life is all about, she thought.

Qiao Enen resolved to travel more often in the future.

After all, her character’s plot in the novel was sparse, with appearances occurring perhaps only once every ten days, half a month, or even over a month.

Perfect!

Then her phone rang—Mom.

Qiao Enen’s cheerful mood instantly tightened.

Um, what was the original owner’s relationship with her parents like? Will they recognize me as an imposter?

If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t worry. But her own parents? Surely they’d recognize their own daughter, right?

This was precisely why Qiao Enen had avoided discussing the original owner’s parents ever since transmigrating.

The System reassured her  That won’t happen. The original owner’s parents never liked her. They had hoped marrying into the Fu Family would benefit the Qiao Family, but when the original owner failed to win Fu Qianshan’s favor, her parents disliked her even more. As a result, she rarely contacted them. 

Hearing this, Qiao Enen inexplicably felt a sense of relief, yet also a pang of sympathy for the original owner.

Strange, our experiences are quite similar…

The thought flashed through her mind as she answered the call.

A gentle, middle-aged woman’s voice came through the line Enen, where are you?

Why don’t you bring Qianshan home for dinner?

Qiao Enen hesitated, cleared her throat, and replied, He’s very busy. He might not be able to…

The woman’s tone immediately shifted Busy with what?

If he cared about you, he’d make time to come home for dinner, no matter how busy he is. Let’s be honest, it’s just that you lack the ability to keep him.

Qiao Enen was stunned ?

How could her attitude change so drastically?

A strange mix of bitterness and resentment welled up in Qiao Enen’s heart.

The woman hung up abruptly.

Well, I’ve dealt with worse parents before.

Fortunately, by the time she arrived at the French restaurant on the hotel’s fifteenth floor, the mobile game on her phone, which had been bugged for nearly a month, had miraculously fixed itself.

Master, please select your exclusive gift.

Immediately, ten cards featuring high-quality men appeared on the game screen.

Qiao Enen had already cleared this level before. She breezed through it, effortlessly overcoming obstacles and quickly reaching the character selection screen.

Just then, melodious music filled the quiet Western restaurant. Following the sound, Qiao Enen spotted a masked man playing the piano.

The man had a full forehead, and his eyes, visible above the mask, were deep and bright, like warm little suns.

But…

Why did this scene feel so familiar?

Wasn’t this exactly how she had first met Lu Yanhui?

Qiao Enen’s breath caught. Could that pianist be Lu Yanhui?

System No, silly! Our male lead, Lu Yanhui, adores white suits and never wears casual azure shirts. Remember what I told you?

Impressive, right?

Relieved, Qiao Enen replied, Impressive.

She continued playing the mobile game.

Studying the diverse character cards on her screen, Qiao Enen pondered for a moment before selecting Charismatic Rooftop Idol Han Xingye.

The name alone sounded wild.

As expected, the unlocked game content didn’t disappoint her.

On the screen, the wildly charismatic top idol Han Xingye was randomly selecting a fan from the audience and lifting his shirt.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze.

A blush spread across the faces of the crowd, and silent screams erupted in waves.

Han Xingye’s deep gaze pierced through the crowd, locking onto you beyond the screen. A captivating smile curved his lips, filling the air with an indescribable tension.

Qiao Enen’s lips unconsciously curled upward.

As the selected fan excitedly lifted his shirt inch by inch, his sculpted V-line abs were revealed.

Wow, I want to touch them too, Qiao Enen blurted out.

Realizing she’d spoken her thoughts aloud, she quickly muted her microphone.

Good thing no one heard that, she thought. This idol’s abs look so touchable. I wonder what they feel like.

Just then, Qiao Enen glanced up and saw a familiar figure being wheeled toward her by Special Assistant Chen.

The man sat in a wheelchair, his tall, imposing frame radiating a cold, refined elegance that instantly captivated anyone who laid eyes on him.

He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal-gray suit, and despite being in a wheelchair, he exuded an indescribable aura of icy nobility.

His presence was overwhelming, radiating a cold, oppressive energy.

In an instant, he drew the attention of most diners in the Western-style restaurant.

Only Qiao Enen, startled, glanced up briefly before quickly shielding her forehead with her hand, desperate to avoid Fu Qianshan’s notice.

What’s going on? she thought frantically. Why is Fu Qianshan here? Didn’t I leave the country? How could I run into him here?

If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come here to eat. Waaah! Don’t see me, don’t see me!

Qiao Enen was filled with regret. Wasn’t the buffet on the first floor good enough? Or I could have just had instant noodles.

Just then, a man appeared beside her.

Qiao Enen?

The man’s voice was strained with suppressed anger. It really is you?

Why did you block my number? Even if you’re heartbroken, how could you block my number? And then you hung up on me! Do you know how much that infuriates me?

Qiao Enen wasn’t paying any attention to what the man beside her was saying. Her entire focus was on Fu Qianshan not seeing her.

Please don’t see me.

Terrified that the man’s loud voice would draw Fu Qianshan’s attention, and dreading the trouble of maintaining her facade if he spotted her, Qiao Enen quickly made a shush gesture. Only then did she realize the loudmouth was none other than Lu Yanhui.

Lu Yanhui again?

Lu Yanhui continued to rant, Why are you shushing me? Qiao Enen, you—

Get lost before I assassinate you in the dark, Qiao Enen snapped, her patience wearing thin. She glared at him, lowering her voice to a menacing growl.

Lu Yanhui didn’t catch her words. What did you say, Qiao Enen? Speak up!

Qiao Enen rolled her eyes.

Please, someone come and drag this brainless Lu Yanhui away.

Before her silent plea could fade, a clear, magnetic, yet coldly arrogant voice cut through the air My wife said you’re annoying. Don’t you understand?

In an instant, the surroundings fell into complete silence.

The man in the wheelchair spoke calmly, yet his noble and aloof presence radiated an invisible, suffocating danger.

Qiao Enen’s mind went blank at the familiar voice, her head ringing with a loud buzz.

Awkwardly turning her head, she met Fu Qianshan’s deep, dark eyes, which held a sinister amusement and an icy chill.

Just then, the music abruptly stopped. The man in the wheelchair cast a cold, condescending glance at Lu Yanhui, who had stiffened at his arrival, as if regarding an insignificant object. Still here? he asked, his tone imperious.

Lu Yanhui froze in place.

He wanted to offer an explanation, but he didn’t know where to begin, especially under the man’s dark, emotionless gaze. With just one look, he felt his breath catch in his throat.

Finally, he could only stiffly say, My apologies, Mr. Fu.

He turned and hurried away.

As he left the Western restaurant, it suddenly dawned on him Wait, wasn’t I here to see Fu Qianshan in the first place?

But the atmosphere had been off earlier. Even if he forced a collaboration now, it probably wouldn’t…

Lu Yanhui clenched his fist in frustration.

It was all Qiao Enen’s fault. Why hadn’t she told him Fu Qianshan had arrived sooner?

If she hadn’t blocked him, none of these misunderstandings would have happened.

Meanwhile, inside the Western restaurant,

Qiao Enen, realizing she couldn’t avoid the situation, quickly composed herself and forced a sweet, surprised smile.

Mr. Fu, how wonderful to run into you again! We must be destined to meet.

In the next moment, the man in the wheelchair slowly lifted his gaze, his cool eyes sweeping over the pianist approaching them. The atmosphere in the banquet hall instantly plummeted.

His slender fingers tapped casually on the wheelchair armrest, each tap like a strike against the heart.

Rather than destiny…

The man’s cold lips parted slightly, a restrained chill lingering at the corners of his mouth. He spoke slowly, each word deliberate I’m more curious… whose abs does Mrs. Fu want to touch?