My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 23

Qiao Enen froze.

Little kitten?

What have I done to be called dishonest? I was just quietly looking at my drawings, and… ahem, but he can’t see my fantasies anyway.

The air in the back of the car suddenly grew thick and heavy.

By now, the sky had completely darkened. The flickering light from streetlamps outside streamed through the car windows, casting shadows across Qiao Enen and the man holding her.

The dim, golden light softened the edges of their figures, creating a hazy, intimate atmosphere in the back seat.

Qiao Enen’s nostrils filled with the man’s crisp, cool scent of fir and mint, mingled with a potent surge of male pheromones.

Combined with the way she was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around her…

This felt… strange?

More importantly, why wouldn’t Fu Qianshan let go of her?

Not only did he refuse to release her, but the villain who had interrupted her dessert even calmly instructed her, Get me the documents.

Qiao Enen, held captive in his arms with the documents brazenly placed on her lap, could only stare in bewildered silence.

Wait, can’t Fu Qianshan flip through the documents himself? Why is he holding me and making me do it for him?

Could this man be secretly in love with me?

Just kidding.

But the System couldn’t take it anymore. Host, you don’t understand. The Big Villain is incredibly cunning. There must be a reason for his actions.

Like… maybe his arms suddenly felt itchy and he wanted something to hold?

Qiao Enen ……?

Are you serious?

Unbeknownst to her, the man being discussed by the woman and the System had his large palm resting on her lower abdomen. His body, tense with pain, gradually relaxed.

He glanced at his arranged marriage wife, who was mentally accusing him of having a secret crush on her, and his eyes darkened slightly.

He was doing it to ease the pain in his abdomen.

And to stop her from overthinking and interfering with his work. There were no other reasons.

What is Qiao Enen even thinking?

The car continued forward, time ticking by.

Forced to sit on the man’s lap, Qiao Enen’s back pressed against his hard chest, his hot breath occasionally brushing her ear.

This position…

The car window reflected their intertwined figures—a tall, stern man focused on his documents, while a girl with a flushed face was trapped in his arms.

The scene exuded an indescribable, coercive ambiguity.

Qiao Enen didn’t dare move a muscle.

But what about this man?

He remained calm and composed, his gaze fixed on the documents as if she were nothing more than an insignificant pillow in his arms.

Um, my drawing… Qiao Enen finally found a reason to speak.

Not that it was much of a reason. He had carelessly tossed aside her beautiful drawing, crumpling it.

She was annoyed.

Sit still, the man interrupted, his eyes still glued to the documents. The hand resting on her lower abdomen exerted a barely perceptible pressure, carrying an undeniable command. I’ll get you a new one later.

It was as if any movement or word from her would disrupt his focused work.

Qiao Enen ……

Damn arrogant man.

Just then, the System chimed in again Host, you need to maintain your character! If you don’t kiss him now, when will you?

Qiao Enen He hates me so much. If I kiss him, won’t he just throw me out of the car?

If he hates me, why is he holding me?

I certainly wouldn’t hug a pillow I didn’t like.

System That’s irrelevant. What matters is maintaining your character.

Qiao Enen ……?

Fine, so she had to kiss him?

It didn’t specify what kind of kiss.

Seizing the moment while Fu Qianshan was distracted by his documents, Qiao Enen turned her head and planted a sharp bite on his prominent Adam’s apple.

Instantly, Fu Qianshan’s fingers froze mid-page turn.

His Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed, and his body tensed.

The hand resting on Qiao Enen’s lower abdomen tightened unconsciously.

Having successfully elicited a muffled groan from the man, Qiao Enen blinked her charming, innocent eyes and offered a shy, sweet smile. Mr. Fu’s Adam’s apple is just too irresistible.

I couldn’t help myself. You know how much I adore you.

Hmph! Serves you right for hugging me and ruining my painting.

Biting your Adam’s apple is letting you off easy. If you annoy me again, I’ll bite you…

Her gaze drifted meaningfully to the hand encircling her lower abdomen. …you’ll see.

The System was puzzled. Host, what are you talking about?

Fu Qianshan, who had fully grasped the underlying meaning in Qiao Enen’s words, remained silent.

The man closed his eyes deeply.

When he opened them again, a trace of helplessness, unnoticed even by himself, surfaced in the depths of his dark eyes.

Qiao Enen thought she had him cornered.

Since she wanted him to put her down, she considered biting him again.

After all, those steamy novels always said men couldn’t handle it when their Adam’s apples were bitten.

The next moment,

Behave yourself.

The man’s deep, steady voice, like a subtle electric current, unexpectedly and precisely struck Qiao Enen’s sensitive ear.

Her body trembled.

Then, realizing what had happened, she protested,

You’re being mean to me…

Qiao Enen was genuinely upset.

And truly heartbroken.

She had just come out for a nice trip—what had she done to deserve this?

Why was he being so harsh?

Her heart ached as she blinked, her eyes rimmed with red and her nose stinging.

She pressed her lips together, her fair cheeks flushing slightly, her entire demeanor radiating a pitiful, suppressed grievance.

Her composed facade now carried an inexplicable, fragile vulnerability.

She truly looked pitiful and heartbreaking.

Fu Qianshan frowned slightly, his gaze shifting imperceptibly back to the documents on his desk.

Qiao Enen knew this man had no heart.

Yet she recognized the threat in his words and could only huddle limply in his arms, daring not to move.

Big bad guy!

Fu Qianshan is a big bad guy.

Just then, the System chimed in, urging  Host, kiss him. 

Hurry, kiss him.

Qiao Enen felt utterly exhausted.

So, if she couldn’t move without maintaining her persona, she might as well turn around, rest the back of her head against his chest, and stay perfectly still.

Before long, Qiao Enen, already weakened by her period but too preoccupied to notice, actually drifted off to sleep against him.

As her consciousness faded, she faintly heard him whisper, No.

No what?

She lacked the energy to ponder it.

Fu Qianshan, listening to the girl’s steady breathing in his arms, felt a flicker in his eyes.

Had he been too harsh just now?

The next moment, the sleeping girl began to squirm in his arms.

Her squirming eventually turned her face-to-face, sprawled against his chest.

That would have been manageable, but her hands were restless…

Qiao Enen—

Just as they arrived at the hotel, the man gripped the girl’s fidgeting hand and closed his eyes tightly. Get up, he said. We’re here.

Qiao Enen, who had only just fallen asleep, blinked open her eyes in confusion. She saw the man staring coldly in another direction, her small hand still trapped in his grip.

Puzzled, Qiao Enen assumed Fu Qianshan was upset because she had fallen asleep on him. She quickly apologized, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I fell asleep.

Fu Qianshan, who had nearly been caught off guard, remained silent.

Fortunately, whether it was the warmth from his palm against Qiao Enen’s abdomen or simply the natural ebb of her pain, Fu Qianshan’s discomfort had subsided.

Setting Qiao Enen down, Fu Qianshan instructed Special Assistant Chen to leave the hotel and head to the airport.

Standing at the hotel entrance, Qiao Enen had expected Fu Qianshan to get out of the car with her. ……?

So, Fu Qianshan had come all this way just to…?

Wait, her painting was still in his car.

Over the next few days, Qiao Enen didn’t see Fu Qianshan again.

It was as if his sudden appearance had been a mere illusion.

Soon, the day arrived when the plot was supposed to unfold.

To avoid further contact with Fu Qianshan, Qiao Enen headed straight for the Fu Family Mansion after getting off the plane. After all, the book hadn’t specified how they were supposed to get there.

Hello, Grandma.

This was Qiao Enen’s first time meeting Old Madam Fu. Having grown up with her own grandparents, she felt an immediate warmth toward the elderly woman.

Old Madam Fu had a kind face and wore simple, unassuming clothes that couldn’t conceal her dignified and refined demeanor.

She seemed very approachable.

In the book, Old Madam Fu was extremely strict about etiquette. After Qiao Enen and Fu Qianshan’s arranged marriage, she became the only person in the entire Fu Family, besides the late Old Master Fu, who supported the union and hoped it would succeed.

Qiao Enen linked arms with Old Madam Fu, her smile radiant. Grandma, I’m so sorry I didn’t spend more time with you last time I visited. I came early this time specifically to keep you company. How about that?

Before she could finish, Fu Mingli scoffed softly.

Easy words to say.

Fu Mingli rolled her eyes. Every time you come back, Sister-in-law, you only ever dote on my brother. Do you even notice Grandma?

Qiao Enen paused, taken aback.

The original owner of this body had indeed acted that way, but that wasn’t her.

She turned to Old Madam Fu and apologized earnestly, I’m sorry, Grandma. From now on, you’ll be the only one in my heart.

Old Madam Fu chuckled. You little charmer! When did your sweet talk become so smooth?

Qiao Enen shook her head. Grandma, I’ll prove it to you with my actions.

No one believed her words, but they couldn’t resist the old woman’s delight.

Old Madam Fu patted her granddaughter-in-law’s hand affectionately. As long as you and Qianshan are happy, it doesn’t matter whether you keep me company or not.

The main reason was that Old Madam Fu had recently heard from the housekeeper about her granddaughter-in-law’s visit to Royal View Courtyard. Could it be that these two young people had a chance after all?

Qiao Enen had no idea that Uncle Chen had already told Aunt Chen, the housekeeper at the Fu Family Mansion, about her visit to Royal View Courtyard. Aunt Chen immediately informed Old Madam Fu. Instead of trying to explain, Qiao Enen simply stayed by the old woman’s side, drinking tea, chatting, and playing mahjong, keeping her in high spirits and making her laugh heartily.

When Fu Qianshan arrived at the back garden of the Fu Family Mansion, he witnessed this harmonious scene.

Qiao Enen’s smile was sweet and genuine, and the old woman’s joy was palpable.

This was something he had never seen before.

Qiao Enen…

What are you standing there for? Old Madam Fu beckoned him over. Come here.

When Fu Qianshan approached, the old woman took his hand and placed it in Qiao Enen’s. My greatest wish is to see you two happy together.

Enen doesn’t need to stay with me. Spend time with Qianshan.

Qiao Enen quickly protested, No, I want to stay with you.

I really mean it, Grandma! Please let me stay!

I really don’t want to keep up this act anymore, okay?!

But Old Madam Fu saw something else entirely in this scene her granddaughter-in-law, who had always disliked spending time with her, was now changing for the sake of her grandson. How could the old woman pretend not to notice?

Of course, I must create some private time for my grandson and his wife.

With a warm smile, Old Madam Fu declined Qiao Enen’s offer and instructed Fu Mingli to accompany her back to her room.

Fu Mingli, convinced she had seen through Qiao Enen’s act, stuck her tongue out at her before turning away. But when she inadvertently met her brother’s calm, stern gaze, she quickly shrank back.

Watching the grandmother and granddaughter walk away, Qiao Enen nearly burst into tears.

Can’t they see my sincerity? I really wanted to stay with Old Madam Fu!

Waaah, I don’t want to be with Fu Qianshan! I don’t want to be a human pillow…

Yet outwardly, Qiao Enen forced a smile, her voice tender and bashful Mr. Fu, Grandma asked me to stay with you…

I know you don’t like me and don’t want me here, so I’ll go keep Grandma company instead. I… I’ll stay with you tonight.

After delivering her final line, Qiao Enen hurried after Old Madam Fu.

Yes! I knew this would work!

Adding the promise to keep him company that night perfectly aligned with her character.

I’m such a genius!

Qiao Enen happily went to join Old Madam Fu.

Meanwhile, Fu Qianshan watched Qiao Enen’s cheerful, skipping figure retreat, his brow furrowing slightly.

…He hates me so much. If I tried to kiss him, wouldn’t he just throw me out of the car?

For some reason, Qiao Enen’s thoughts from a few days earlier suddenly echoed in Fu Qianshan’s mind.

Her tone had been so certain, devoid of any doubt about his disdain for her.

Yet outwardly, she professed such deep love for him, while inwardly, her thoughts were filled with increasingly explicit fantasies.

Now, even the pretense of affection seemed to be fading?

The man chuckled in exasperation.

But as he realized what he was doing, his eyes sharpened.

Qiao Enen’s influence on him was growing stronger.

This cannot continue.

A man who had always sought absolute control, Fu Qianshan signaled Special Assistant Chen with a dark look to push him to the study to work.

After spending most of the day with Old Madam Fu and having dinner, Qiao Enen reluctantly maintained her act, casting a lingering, resentful glance at Fu Qianshan as he entered his room before retreating to her own.

Her resentment was genuine—she was about to play out a predetermined plot point.

However, Fu Mingli, who had observed Qiao Enen’s every move throughout the day, saw things differently.

I thought she really didn’t care about my brother anymore. So she’s just learned to hide it better?

Still trying to get into his room, huh? How amusing.

Fu Mingli immediately sent a WeChat message to Jiang Yuening

I’m telling you, Qiao Enen is getting better at acting every day. I almost thought she’d changed, but then she pulls this playing hard to get routine.

Does she really think my brother will fall for that? This is hilarious.

Jiang Yuening, who received the message, was currently standing on the yacht deck with Lu Yanhui.

She glanced at the message, a hint of resignation in her eyes.

Truth be told, ever since Fu Qianshan’s marriage, she had buried her lingering feelings and resolved to focus on her career.

After all, she couldn’t let her grandfather and mother’s decades of hard work fall into the hands of outsiders.

What’s wrong? Lu Yanhui asked, noticing her expression.

Lu Yanhui asked with concern.

Jiang Yuening shook her head and steered the conversation back to business. Yanhui, didn’t you say General Manager Liao would be joining us?

She glanced around the vast yacht, realizing it was just the two of them. A suspicion formed in her mind. You lied to me?

Lu Yanhui quickly denied it. Of course not! I genuinely invited General Manager Liao, but he had a last-minute emergency…

Seeing Jiang Yuening’s downcast expression, Lu Yanhui reached for her hand, but she pulled away. Yuening, you don’t need to work so hard as a woman. If you’d just…

Jiang Yuening’s expression flickered, but she quickly regained her composure, politely raising her wine glass. Let’s drink.

Alright, Lu Yanhui replied.

After descending from the deck, Lu Yanhui watched the girl leaning against the railing, gazing at the sea with a glass of wine in hand. Her slender, delicate figure was silhouetted against the horizon. He dialed a number.

As expected, the call went unanswered.

Lu Yanhui seethed with frustration.

What does Qiao Enen want?

Meanwhile, Qiao Enen, fresh from a shower, nestled comfortably in her soft, luxurious bed, scrolling through her WeChat Moments, puzzled. Why haven’t I seen Lu Yanhui’s Moments yet?

System Reminder Host, you deleted the male lead’s phone number and WeChat account.

Qiao Enen ……

A minute later, after unblocking Lu Yanhui, Qiao Enen saw the following post on his WeChat Moments

A yacht gently rocked on the azure waves.

Lu Yanhui stood tall and elegant, the sunlight highlighting his sharp jawline. His deep eyes held a smile as he clinked glasses with the girl beside him.

Jiang Yuening, radiant and captivating, had her long, wavy hair playfully tossed by the sea breeze, a faint smile gracing her fair cheeks.

Does Jiang Yuening really like Lu Yanhui?

What was I supposed to do next?

Oh, right! I need to go find Fu Qianshan.

I hope he kicks me out immediately. Charge!

Through the wall, Fu Qianshan, who was reading on the sofa, frowned slightly.

Qiao Enen is waiting for Lu Yanhui’s WeChat Moments?

And she’s coming to find me? And hoping I’ll kick her out immediately?

Just then, a gentle knock sounded at the door

Before he could respond, the door swung open, revealing Qiao Enen in a silk slip dress.

She stood in the doorway, the soft light outlining the graceful curve of her shoulders and neck. Beneath the delicate straps, her skin glowed with a pearly, tender radiance.

The form-fitting silk dress clung to her figure, its fabric rising and falling with each breath, accentuating her slender waist with irresistible allure.

With just a glance, the man reading the book averted his gaze.

Mr. Fu, may I… come in?

In the book, Qiao Enen’s entire scene here consisted of this single line.

As soon as she finished speaking, the man ruthlessly kicked her out.

Yet, instead of being dismissed, Qiao Enen heard the man’s calm voice Aren’t you already in?

Still standing at the doorway, Qiao Enen …?

I’m not, I didn’t, don’t accuse me.

Strange, why isn’t Fu Qianshan kicking me out? Dressed like this, isn’t he afraid I might try something?

After waiting a while, Qiao Enen not only didn’t hear Fu Qianshan tell her to leave, but the man actually resumed reading his book with an air of composure.

Seriously

Qiao Enen took a deep, silent breath, unaware that the man propped up against the headboard was listening to her thoughts, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

I’m curious to see what my Mrs. Fu has planned for tonight, he thought.

Soon, Qiao Enen reached the bedside.

My dear Mr. Fu, I’ve missed you so much…

You didn’t tell me to leave, so I couldn’t bear to.

Her gaze burned into the man on the bed, her voice deliberately softened into a saccharine sweetness.

With hands trembling almost imperceptibly, she gently pressed them against his broad, muscular chest.

So hurry up and kick me out, please, please, please, she thought desperately.

The man leaned against the headboard, his deep-set eyes like icy pools in the dim light.

From Fu Qianshan’s perspective, the girl before him was captivatingly charming, her peach-blossom eyes framed by thick lashes that cast shadows beneath them. Her delicate, upturned nose resembled meticulously carved jade.

Her full lips glowed naturally pink in the soft light, their corners curving into a subtle, sweet smile.

His gaze lingered on the pearl-like sheen of her shoulder, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily. As if burned, he abruptly turned away, his fingers curling into a fist.

What is Qiao Enen’s true motive for this visit…?

Seeing his lack of reaction, a daring idea flashed through Qiao Enen’s mind.

She leaned in, her long eyelashes trembling, pretending to kiss his lips while frantically praying in her mind See? I’m going to kiss you, so push me away already!

Qiao Enen’s plan was simple. The previous two times she had kissed Fu Qianshan, he had either left or kicked her out. She assumed tonight would be no different.

But she accidentally leaned in too forcefully, and her lips suddenly brushed against his.

The moment their lips touched, a warm, tender sensation spread across their mouths.

Qiao Enen’s breath hitched. As if electrocuted, she recoiled in terror, clamping a hand over her mouth. Her captivating peach blossom eyes widened, her heart pounding wildly.

Thump-thump, thump-thump—it felt like it was about to leap out of her throat.

Her mind raced with a single thought Aaaaaah! I kissed Fu Qianshan? I kissed Fu Qianshan again! Waaah, my first kiss…

And he didn’t even kick me out? Jerk!

What do I do? I can’t kiss him again, can I? I don’t want to kiss him anymore. He doesn’t like me, he even hates me.

But, ahem, I have to admit, Fu Qianshan is really good-looking.

No, no, no! Once I’m rich, I can have any man I want! There are plenty of cute younger guys out there, abs I can touch whenever I want, lips I can kiss whenever I want. Like that handsome artist who helped me with my drawing, or Han Xingye, or…

Then,

Mmm—

Fu Qianshan’s large hand clamped around the back of her head, and a scorching kiss crashed down on her without warning.