My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 2

Qiao En’en was utterly bewildered, completely dumbfounded.

Her brain, which had been desperately trying to escape this situation, was now so confused it nearly crashed.

What’s going on?

Doesn’t Fu Qianshan despise the original owner of this body?

No, not despise, exactly. He simply ignored her, treating her as if she were invisible.

If it hadn’t been for the marriage arrangement made by Grandpa Fu before his death, Fu Qianshan would never have deigned to glance at her, let alone agree to a marriage alliance.

Even when they returned to the Fu Family’s ancestral home, they stayed in separate rooms, a tacit arrangement Fu Qianshan had established.

Everyone knew that Qiao En’en, Madam Fu, held no favor with Fu Qianshan.

So why was he asking her… for help?

Did Fu Qianshan even know what help meant?

Was his mind already clouded?

You… what did you just say?

Qiao En’en’s heart pounded wildly, her back pressed instinctively against the door handle. Her grip on the handle tightened until her fingertips turned white.

Ahem, Mr. Fu Qianshan, what I mean is… did you… perhaps say something wrong?

You must be very tired and want to rest. You want me to leave quickly, right?

Say yes, say yes, just let me get out of here!

Then, Qiao En’en heard the man casually utter a few words Doesn’t Miss Qiao love me very much? And you said you’d… help me?

His tone remained icy, yet carried a hint of amusement that was impossible to decipher.

Qiao En’en’s mind completely froze.

After what felt like an eternity, Qiao En’en, whose brain seemed incapable of processing the situation, finally managed a strained smile at the System’s prompting. Of, of course I’m willing.

Then, a question involuntarily popped into her mind  Wait, when Fu Qianshan said help, does he mean… with my hands? Or… 

And he’s so big! I could never get him out of the bathtub!

What do I do?

In the bathtub…?

Aaaaaah! No, no, no! Not anywhere!

Then,

The man’s low voice, almost grinding through gritted teeth, carried an intensely dangerous and predatory aura as it reached Qiao En’en’s ears. Her legs were so tense they felt paralyzed.

Qiao En’en!

Have you forgotten you’re still bleeding?

Qiao En’en froze.

Looking down, she realized the bath towel wrapped around her calf had slipped off unnoticed. Her leg was bleeding profusely.

She gasped, abandoning any thought of arguing with the man. She immediately crouched down to rebandage the wound.

But the gash was too long, and the towel, already soaked crimson, offered no real help in stopping the bleeding.

Even though she felt no pain, Qiao En’en was frantic.

Waaah, where’s the first-aid kit? Is that knife contaminated? Do I need a tetanus shot?

Her heart racing, Qiao En’en glanced at the man in the bathtub. His captivating peach blossom eyes were misty with tears. Mr. Fu Qianshan, she stammered, you wouldn’t want to stain the bathtub red, would you? Can I go stop the bleeding first and then come back to help you?

I’ll help you properly when I get back, okay?

I need to stop the bleeding first. I wonder if there’s a hospital nearby.

Oh no, with this much bl00d loss, I might die from it.

Qiao En’en!

Shut up!

This time, the man’s voice was so deep and hoarse it was almost a growl, the danger in it radiating an intense sense of oppression.

Fu Qianshan never imagined that his leg, which had been disabled for years, would suddenly feel pain tonight.

And the location of the pain was exactly the same as the injury on Qiao En’en’s leg.

Even more strangely, after Qiao En’en’s calf was hastily bandaged with a towel, the pain in his leg briefly subsided, only to intensify again when her bleeding resumed.

Though he couldn’t pinpoint the exact cause, and it remained unclear whether there was any real connection between the two, he knew he had to stop Qiao En’en’s bleeding first.

The man closed his eyes tightly.

When he opened them again, the complex fury in his gaze was barely contained.

There’s a first-aid kit by the door.

Still not leaving?

Qiao En’en, who was fretting over how to bandage her wound and stop the bleeding, snapped out of her daze and nodded frantically. Oh, oh, yes, right away. Thank you, Mr. Fu.

Wait.

Qiao En’en, who was about to reach the door, turned back, her heart tightening.

Fu Qianshan wouldn’t regret it, would he?

Waaah, he wouldn’t lose his patience and ask me to help him now, would he…?

Then, a large, clean bath towel was tossed into her hands.

Get out.

Yes, yes.

Qiao En’en hurriedly wrapped the towel around herself and fled the bathroom.

Reaching the door, she quickly located the first-aid kit and retrieved alcohol and gauze.

She bandaged her wound with meticulous care.

Even if she couldn’t feel the pain, the fact remained that the long gash was bleeding profusely.

Thankfully, after thorough disinfection, the bleeding stopped.

Qiao En’en swiftly cleaned the wound and let out a long sigh of relief.

Little did she know that in the bathroom just beyond the door, the man leaning against the bathtub was gripping his legs underwater, his knuckles white from the excruciating pain.

His cheeks flushed a suspicious crimson, yet cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his bloodless lips were pressed tightly together.

By the time Qiao En’en finished the last step of bandaging, the man was leaning against the bathtub’s edge, drenched in sweat.

Then, the bathroom door creaked open.

A woman wrapped in a bath towel appeared like a startled fawn.

Mr. Fu, I… I came to help you?

Qiao En’en desperately didn’t want to enter.

But she had offered to help earlier, and Fu Qianshan had only asked her to leave to stop the bleeding, not outright kicked her out.

Therefore, the System determined that leaving now would violate the original owner’s character setting.

Qiao En’en was both furious and speechless.

In the end, she had no choice but to return.

But seeing the man in the bathtub, his face flushed an unnatural red and his breathing strained with an ambiguous suppression, it was clear the drug’s effects had fully taken hold.

Qiao En’en panicked.

She was terrified.

Waaah, Fu Qianshan, if you’re going to be a good person, let me leave this place right now! Please, please!

Outwardly, however, she could only gaze up with teary eyes, taking tiny, hesitant steps toward the man in the bathtub.

Phew, don’t be scared. It’s just a man, right? It’s just… using your hands…?

Even if I haven’t eaten pork, I’ve still seen porn, right?

Wait, she actually hadn’t seen any?

Aaaaaah! What do I do?!

Qiao En’en, shut up!

The hoarse voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of the man’s throat from within the bathtub.

Qiao En’en, who had just finished bandaging her injured calf, stared blankly. …?

Didn’t Fu Qianshan tell me to come back? Why is he telling me to shut up now?

Then, she saw the man glance at the messy, crimson bl00d on the floor. His pale, cold lips parted slightly. You can leave now.

Qiao En’en …?

Huh? He’s really letting me go?

Is he being this nice?

On the surface, Qiao En’en blinked her large, teary eyes, struggling to maintain her devoted persona. Fu Qianshan, I… I want to help you. Please?

Say no, quick.

See you tomorrow, buddy.

All talk, no action.

But when she met the man’s cold, sinister gaze, Qiao En’en felt a sudden pang of guilt. She could only mumble, her voice tinged with hurt and frustration, Fine, then… I’ll just… I’ll just leave, okay? I’m really leaving now?

With that, she decisively opened the door and fled, as if any hesitation would trap her forever.

The moment the door slammed shut, the last thought the man in the bathtub heard was

Ahhhhh! Finally out!

If I hadn’t gotten out soon, I would have gone crazy!

The man closed his eyes tightly.

Who exactly is going crazy here?

Meanwhile, back in her own bedroom, Qiao En’en gazed at the opulent, sprawling space before her. Even the bathroom was larger than her previous rented apartment.

The world of the wealthy…

She collapsed onto the plush bed, sighing contentedly, This is just… too… amazing!

Wait, focus on the important stuff.

Qiao En’en quickly pulled out all the bank cards from her wallet and logged into each online banking account to check her balances.

She had thought she only had the amount displayed by the System, but it turned out to be double that!

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands…

Wow!

Now that she knew she wasn’t completely broke, Qiao En’en, who had been up all night, carefully examined her completely painless wound and, still worried, Googled it.

Fortunately, the internet said a tetanus shot wasn’t necessary, and since it was so late, going out would be inconvenient anyway. Qiao En’en decided to stop worrying about it.

After a quick wash, she lay down in bed, trying to sleep.

But after a moment’s hesitation, she pulled out her phone again to search for restricted novels.

The more she read, the more anxious and embarrassed she became.

Her face flushed and her heart racing, Qiao En’en deleted the few pages she had read and turned off her phone.

I should just sleep.

This is too scary.

In her hazy sleep, she seemed to have a dream.

In the dream, she wasn’t trapped in a novel, forced to toil like a beast of burden. Instead, she had received a year-end bonus of a hundred million yuan and was leisurely lounging on a beach chair during her vacation.

The warm sun bathed her in comfort, and the sea breeze caressed her skin. It was pure bliss.

In a daze, a strikingly tall and handsome man strode toward her from the distance.

His posture was upright, and beneath his thin, wind-blown shirt, his physique radiated strength and power.

The warm sunlight bathed his body, accentuating the perfect contours of his figure.

His steps were steady, each stride exuding an undeniable charisma.

His build wasn’t overly muscular, yet neither was he lean. His perfectly balanced physique showcased smooth, graceful muscle lines, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, and a taut abdomen without a trace of excess fat.

As he drew closer, the taut shirt seemed unable to contain the heat radiating from his body.

One button, then two, then more danced lightly beneath his fingertips until all were undone, revealing his dazzlingly pale chest.

When he reached her side, he completely removed his shirt with a casual toss. The garment arced through the air in a perfect parabola before landing softly on the sand nearby.

Wow…

Qiao En’en murmured in her sleep, her delicate cheeks flushed crimson.

Meanwhile, in the small living room of the adjacent bedroom

Xie Lin, what’s wrong with my leg?

Inside the tightly closed bedroom, the man sitting on the sofa stared intently at his still-slightly-aching calf.

The pain was in the exact same spot where Qiao En’en had been injured.

This was one of the reasons he had insisted she return to bandage her wound.

The moment Qiao En’en’s leg was bandaged, the pain in his own calf mysteriously subsided, as if an invisible wound on his leg had been treated as well.

President Fu, as of now, there’s still no sign of bl00d flow in your leg, the doctor in a white coat replied respectfully. Regarding the pain you’re experiencing… I’ll need to conduct further research.

Upon hearing this, the man on the sofa fell silent, his expression inscrutable.

After a moment, he murmured a faint Hmm, dismissed the staff to clean up the bl00d-stained floor, and watched them leave. Then, he focused his gaze on his calf, the recent scene replaying vividly in his mind.

It seemed that Fu Qianshan hadn’t felt anything unusual until Qiao En’en leaned into the bathtub, pressing close to him.

Only after their skin touched did he sense the pain from her injured leg.

No.

To be precise, it felt as if her pain had transferred to his leg.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why she, the one who had been injured, hadn’t felt a single trace of pain at the moment of the injury.

Yet he had instantly felt a sharp, searing pain, as if his skin had been sliced open by a razor-sharp blade.

Why was this happening?

And what about the ability to hear her thoughts?

Now he couldn’t hear them anymore?

Was there some kind of spatial limitation?

The man, who had always been meticulous in his planning and preferred to keep everything under control, felt a complex mix of emotions surfacing in his deep, dark eyes.

Just then, the persistent ache in his leg seemed to intensify.

Immediately afterward, he faintly heard a familiar voice in his mind

So handsome…

The next moment, the tightly closed door swung open from the outside. A girl in a simple silk slip dress appeared before Fu Qianshan, her eyes closed and a sweet smile on her face.

The girl’s inner thoughts continued to flow

You’re so handsome, just like… my cheap husband, Fu Qianshan.

Brother, I paid good money. Can I see your abs?

No, pull your shirt down further. Don’t be so stingy… Wow—

As the color of her thoughts intensified, a steamy scene suddenly flashed through the mind of the man in the wheelchair

Sofa, sea breeze, bare skin, pale white…

This was… Qiao En’en’s dream?

And yet, the girl, seemingly sleepwalking, was still tugging at the man’s shirt below his belt?

Fu Qianshan’s gaze turned icy in an instant.

He stared intently at the woman lying perfectly beside him on the sofa, her eyes still closed.

And then, the reckless woman couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration  So… so big… 

The man’s face darkened, his eyes turning sinister.

Because the man in her dream wasn’t just anyone—it was him, Fu Qianshan?

The man chuckled in anger.

Qiao En’en—