My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 19

The air in this corner of the restaurant suddenly became eerily still, as if filled with an invisible, suffocating tension.

Qiao Enen blinked, confused, her body involuntarily tensing.

Glancing sideways at her phone screen, now dark, she let out a relieved breath.

Did Fu Qianshan see my phone screen?

What did he mean by that?

Could it be… he overheard that slip of the tongue I made earlier?

I spoke so softly—how could he have heard me?

Under the man’s deep, scrutinizing gaze, Qiao Enen couldn’t help but mentally admire him. This man’s hearing is incredible! He heard me muttering from all the way over there.

I need to be more careful about what I say from now on. Looks like I’ll have to keep my thoughts to myself.

Despite her internal grumbling, Qiao Enen naturally couldn’t admit anything outwardly. Wh-what? I-I don’t quite understand what Mr. Fu means.

Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, she feigned surprise and covered her lips. Could it be… Mr. Fu is inviting me to touch his abs?

After all, I am your wife. If I’m going to touch abs, of course they can only be yours, right, Mr. Fu?

Before her words had even faded, Qiao Enen, ever the consummate actress, lowered her gaze shyly, avoiding the man in the wheelchair.

In truth, she was secretly observing the reactions of those around them.

Fu Qianshan was too dazzling a presence; wherever he went, he drew frequent glances.

But she didn’t want to be the center of attention, especially not when the conversation revolved around touching his abs.

Fortunately, Fu Qianshan’s imposing aura, a potent blend of overwhelming pressure and icy detachment, seemed to erect an invisible barrier around them.

After his entrance into the Western restaurant caused that initial silent stir, no one dared to casually glance in their direction.

Qiao Enen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, she began her performance.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a delicate butterfly, and a perfect blush bloomed on her fair cheeks.

She pretended to want to look at Fu Qianshan but hesitated, stealing furtive glances before quickly lowering her head when caught. Her eyes sparkled with a coy, bashful charm, perfectly portraying a woman whose heart was fluttering at the words of her beloved.

If Fu Qianshan hadn’t been able to hear Qiao Enen’s thoughts and had missed her pre-performance scheming, her act might have been more convincing.

But Qiao Enen’s thoughts continued Oh my god, I’m so tired! My eyes are about to cramp from blinking so much.

Why isn’t Fu Qianshan reacting? He should… believe me, right?

The next moment, Qiao Enen heard an almost imperceptible scoff, so fleeting it seemed like a figment of her imagination.

A figure then entered her field of vision.

It was none other than the little sun who had been playing the piano earlier, wearing a mask.

Now unmasked, the little sun was being restrained by Special Assistant Chen, who stood respectfully watching the man in the wheelchair.

Mr. Fu, it’s an honor to meet you. I’m Han Xingye from Phoenix Entertainment. I never expected to encounter you here.

The little sun’s voice was clear and bright, his handsome face clean and refreshing, making people want to get closer.

Qiao Enen couldn’t help but think to herself So the pianist is a little puppy! A cute little puppy.

He definitely seems like the type who would obediently call me Sister.

But… he looks kind of familiar?

Wait, what was his name again? Han…

Before Qiao Enen could think further, she suddenly felt a chill on her neck, as if an invisible, icy wind had just brushed past her.

A shiver ran down her spine as she met the casual yet chilling gaze of the man in the wheelchair.

Throughout the entire exchange, Fu Qianshan didn’t even glance at Han Xingye, the man who had come specifically to greet him.

Han Xingye knew his position made it impossible to have a meaningful conversation with the CEO of the parent company. He hadn’t even imagined Fu Qianshan, the CEO himself, would recognize him.

Even though he was the cornerstone of Phoenix Entertainment, the entire company relied on him to generate revenue and mentor newcomers.

But such status and influence within a small branch office meant nothing to Fu Qianshan, a titan of capital.

Han Xingye, ever perceptive, didn’t linger. He bid farewell, turned with utmost respect, and began to leave.

After taking only two steps, he paused, as if struck by a sudden thought. He glanced back at the woman beside the CEO.

But before he could even catch a glimpse, Fu Qianshan casually shifted his position, completely blocking Han Xingye’s view of her.

Knowing he was unwelcome here, Han Xingye understood that even getting a brief moment in the CEO’s presence was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He didn’t dare linger any longer. He returned to the piano and resumed playing the beautiful melody, now with far greater focus than before.

The melodious music returned, and the vast Western-style restaurant was once again bathed in a romantic atmosphere.

Yet Qiao Enen felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Because the man in the wheelchair was still staring directly at her.

He said nothing, his gaze calm as two bottomless pools of icy spring water. Though there was no overt anger in his expression, it carried an all-seeing, oppressive weight.

Qiao Enen unconsciously rubbed her fingertips against the cool glass of her cup. Her heartbeat, which had been steady with the conviction that her lie was flawless, gradually quickened and intensified under his prolonged, silent scrutiny, threatening to drown out the restaurant’s music.

In the end, Qiao Enen was the first to crack.

Mr. Fu, what are you looking at? Is there something on my face?

Her heart inexplicably raced, and she couldn’t help but mutter to herself, Fu Qianshan wouldn’t actually make me feel his abs here, would he?

If he did… well, that wouldn’t be so bad… right?

Qiao Enen felt she had to do something. Being stared at like this by Fu Qianshan was both terrifying and unnervingly intimate.

If he keeps looking at me like this, I’ll start to think he actually likes me.

Glancing around to confirm that none of the other diners were watching them, Qiao Enen tentatively extended her hand toward the man’s abdominal muscles, inch by inch.

In the next moment, as expected, her wrist was seized by his large hand.

Qiao Enen’s heart leaped with joy. I knew Fu Qianshan would never let me touch his abs in public.

Wait, no, he wouldn’t let me touch them at all. If that’s the case, this man is supposed to be my husband, yet he’s as untouchable as a figure on my phone screen—all looks, no touch? What a rip-off!

No, he’s even worse than the phone screen. At least I can get a glimpse there.

Seriously, I wonder what that celebrity’s abs look like. Celebrity? Wait, what was his name again…?

Before she could finish the thought, the man’s large hand tightened slightly on her wrist, abruptly pulling her closer.

Simultaneously, a shadow fell across Qiao Enen’s shoulder.

She looked up to see the man across from her leaning in suddenly.

In the next instant, his aloof, stern, and strikingly handsome face was pressed close to hers.

The faint scent of fir and mint emanating from him enveloped her senses, carrying a hint of danger that instantly overwhelmed her.

Qiao Enen instinctively tensed, her mind going blank for a moment.

Her heart inexplicably fluttered wildly.

W-what’s wrong? she stammered, swallowing nervously.

Fu Qianshan remained silent, his cold, dark eyes fixed on her from above, unblinking.

What’s Fu Qianshan doing getting so close? Qiao Enen wondered inwardly. Could he be… wanting me to reach under his suit and feel his abs?

Is this… is this really happening?

It was all just idle chatter and curiosity.

Even in explicit novels, there’s usually some sense of appropriateness, right?

Then Fu Qianshan’s deep, dangerous voice reached her ears Qiao Enen—shut up. Stay put.

With a nod, Special Assistant Chen, who had been oblivious to everything around them, expertly wheeled the big boss to a secluded booth in the corner of the restaurant.

Left standing alone, Qiao Enen was stunned. She couldn’t help but ask the System, What does Fu Qianshan mean by stay put?

The System pondered for a moment. Probably just means stay here and don’t run away.

Qiao Enen …He thinks I’ll run? With him here, where could I possibly go?

After all, unless Fu Qianshan coldly ordered her to leave, she was stuck.

Qiao Enen sighed, feeling utterly dejected.

A perfectly good vacation had inexplicably turned into work—maintaining her persona?

No one could be happy about that.

Yet, when her gaze inadvertently met the man’s distant, indifferent stare, Qiao Enen instinctively curved her brows and eyes into a sweet smile. She even rested her cheek in her hand, gazing at him with an expression of deep affection, perfectly embodying the image of a devoted wife waiting for her beloved husband.

While barely maintaining her smile, Qiao Enen refused to deny herself the pleasure of admiring the handsome man before her, since she couldn’t leave first. Even so, Fu Qianshan is truly stunning, she thought.

He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. No wonder he’s my husband.

Just then, the dishes they had ordered began arriving, including Qiao Enen’s most anticipated treat matcha ice cream. The refreshing, non-greasy dessert melted in her mouth, its silky smoothness and delicate sweetness utterly divine.

Qiao Enen’s ruined mood instantly lifted.

I have to admit, Fu Qianshan is everything I find attractive, she thought happily.

If I could choose whose abs to touch, I wouldn’t want anyone’s but Fu Qianshan’s.

After all, she couldn’t actually touch the ones on her phone screen.

Fu Qianshan was better—at least he was real, and her nominal husband.

Unlike Qiao Enen’s relaxed ease, the air around Fu Qianshan seemed to thicken with tension.

The man’s slender fingers flipped through the documents in his hand.

The warm lighting in the room highlighted the sharp contours of his profile, his lowered lashes concealing eyes as deep as bottomless pools.

Across from him sat Cheng Xu, the impeccably suited CEO of Chengshang Technology, sitting stiffly upright. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his palms as he waited anxiously for the Fu Corporation’s decision.

As the man turned a page, Cheng Xu caught a fleeting, almost imperceptible flicker—a cold, mocking smile that appeared and vanished at the corner of the man’s lips.

Deep within those dark eyes, which remained fixed on the documents, Cheng Xu thought he detected a faint, almost imperceptible ripple.

Is my proposal not good enough?

Cheng Xu’s anxiety intensified. The usually composed executive now resembled a greenhorn fresh out of business school, his hands clenching nervously.

Then, to his shock, he saw the man holding the documents—the man who held the fate of Chengshang Technology in his hands—grip the papers so tightly that the veins stood out on the back of his hand.

Cheng Xu stared blankly.

Is… is this proposal really that bad?

Has it angered President Fu to this extent?

In reality, Qiao Enen was currently fantasizing about touching Fu Qianshan’s abs.

In the dimly lit, romantic Western restaurant, with soothing music playing, Qiao Enen used the table as cover to reach out her small hand toward the man in the wheelchair beside her.

Her soft fingertips slowly slipped beneath the hem of his suit jacket, expecting to touch bare skin, but instead encountered the crisp fabric of his shirt.

Through the thin layer of cloth, Qiao Enen successfully traced the taut contours of his abdominal muscles.

The man’s muscles were firm and well-defined, with an excellent tactile sensation.

The man, who had been calmly socializing, suddenly set down his wine glass. Beneath the table, his large hand precisely gripped Qiao Enen’s mischievous wrist.

Leaning in, he lowered his head and whispered, Behave yourself?

His warm breath brushed against the tip of her ear. Or else…

Flustered, Qiao Enen deliberately blinked innocently. Or else what?

It’s just a little touch of your abs. You think you can devour me?

The man’s eyes suddenly darkened. I could.

The fantasy ended abruptly. Qiao Enen internally screamed in excitement Ahhhh, Fu Qianshan, so this is the kind of man you are!

Fu Qianshan, who was engrossed in reviewing documents and unable to immediately stop Qiao Enen’s wild fantasies, remained silent.

The man cast a deep, lingering glance in Qiao Enen’s direction before closing his eyes tightly.

To the bewildered Cheng Xu, this gesture sparked a sudden realization Could it be…?

Did I arrive at the wrong time? Am I interrupting Fu Qianshan’s date with that girl?

Is that why he seems so displeased?

Cheng Xu had noticed as soon as he entered the restaurant that Fu Qianshan had come from the corner where a girl was dining alone. His heart had skipped a beat at the sight, and he’d been dying to know who this mysterious girl was—the one who had captured Fu Qianshan’s attention.

But Fu Qianshan’s imposing aura had been too overwhelming, and with their business deal still uncertain, Cheng Xu hadn’t dared to let his mind wander.

Now, if his suspicions were correct…

Cheng Xu felt a surge of anxiety and secretly regretted not arriving later. Would that have prevented me from incurring the boss’s displeasure?

With this thought, he involuntarily, cautiously, and very slowly shifted his gaze, attempting to catch a glimpse of that figure out of the corner of his eye…

President Cheng, you may leave now.

The deep, icy voice suddenly rang in Cheng Xu’s ears, freezing him in place.

Cheng Xu whipped around, meeting Fu Qianshan’s gaze, which had lifted at some point.

The man’s eyes were calm and still, yet they possessed a piercing sharpness that seemed to penetrate the heart, and a suffocating pressure that weighed heavily upon Cheng Xu.

Cheng Xu’s heart stopped cold, and a cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of his shirt.

No, no, no… Could the deal be off?

What should I do? What should I do? It’s too late to regret not arriving later.

Fu Qianshan said calmly, I’ll have someone contact President Chen.

With a single glance, Special Assistant Chen, who was well-trained, gestured for Cheng Xu to leave, guiding the stunned and elated Cheng Xu out of the Western restaurant.

Throughout the entire process, Cheng Xu couldn’t believe his ears.

Did I… succeed?

He completely forgot about his earlier desire to glance at the girl in the corner.

Qiao Enen had nearly finished her dinner, but she couldn’t leave yet.

Because Fu Qianshan was still reviewing documents alone.

After a moment’s thought, Qiao Enen ordered another glass of iced juice, planning to play mobile games while waiting for Fu Qianshan to finish his work. Once he was done, she could put on a little act to justify leaving for the day.

As for touching his abs?

Forget about it, she thought.

Fu Qianshan would never actually let me touch his abs anyway.

Fortunately, she had her games. This was a perfect opportunity to check out the games’ mature content and expand her knowledge.

But just as she opened the game, an unfamiliar number called.

Without hesitation, Qiao Enen answered. A suppressed male voice came through the line Qiao Enen, are you still at the restaurant? Come outside. I need to talk to you.

Stop being stubborn. I know what you want. Just come out, and I… I can spend the night with you.

Qiao Enen was stunned by the caller’s brazen proposition. She held the phone away from her ear to confirm she didn’t recognize the number.

Could this be a scam?

If so, this mature-content scam is pretty terrifying.

Having no time for this nonsense, Qiao Enen was about to hang up, resolving to report any further calls to the police.

The man on the other end spoke again Hello? Can you hear me? It’s Lu Yanhui. Come out. Come to my room.

Qiao Enen’s eyes widened in shock. …?!

After recovering from her shock, Qiao Enen laughed in anger. Lu Yanhui, did you forget your brain at home today? Don’t call again, or I’ll report you for harassment.

She immediately hung up and blocked the unknown number, then set her phone to reject all calls from unfamiliar numbers.

Oh my god, how could Lu Yanhui be such a scumbag? Asking me to come to his room?

Ugh, can I just assassinate him? How dare he think he’s worthy of Jiang Yuening? She’s so beautiful, gentle, and generous.

The more Qiao Enen thought about it, the angrier she became. Unbeknownst to her, the man nearby, hearing her inner thoughts, snapped the pen he was about to sign with.

Frustrated, she reopened her game, only to find it had been reset… again. Had she lost all her progress and unlocked beauties because of that stupid phone call?

Aaaaaah! Lu Yanhui, I’m going to kill you!

Qiao Enen was truly furious.

She gulped down the rest of her drink to avoid wasting it, jumped up from her chair, and stormed out to confront Lu Yanhui.

This time, she was going to give him a piece of her mind, no matter what.

But she’d forgotten she was currently maintaining the persona of Fu Qianshan, the lovesick fool waiting for Jiang Yuening. While eating didn’t break the act, any attempt to leave would immediately paralyze her.

Before she could react, Qiao Enen’s stiff body instantly collapsed.

Her heart clenched, and she instinctively closed her eyes, letting out a soft Ah— as she fell. But instead of the expected awkward pain of hitting the ground, a large hand suddenly wrapped around her slender waist.

In the next instant, the man in the wheelchair gripped her firmly with his palm and arm, pulling Qiao Enen into his embrace.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze.

Qiao Enen’s slightly chilled skin, still cool from the two bowls of ice cream and two glasses of fruit juice she’d just had, warmed instantly against the man’s chest.

Perhaps it was her imagination, but the moment she felt the warmth of his solid chest, Qiao Enen’s heart began to pound wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

Her already muddled mind went completely blank.

Then, the man’s cold voice, almost grinding through his teeth, reached her ears

Qiao Enen, let go.

Qiao Enen blinked in surprise. Huh?

Finally freed, Qiao Enen lowered her gaze and stared in horror at her left hand, which was pressed squarely against… something indescribable.