My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 24

Their breaths mingled as Qiao Enen’s eyelashes trembled violently.

Her mind still hazy, the sudden warmth on her lips made her eyes snap open.

Fu Qianshan’s kiss was unexpected, carrying even a hint of the night’s chill.

It wasn’t tender or lingering, but rather a clumsy, purposeful marking.

His lips pressed against hers, his forceful, unquestionable dominance attempting to pry open her teeth.

Stunned, Qiao Enen instinctively recoiled, trying to escape.

But she’d forgotten that his large hand cradled the back of her head. The grip wasn’t tight, yet it was enough to immobilize her.

Using this restraint, he deepened the kiss.

No longer tentative, it became a languidly assertive possession, each movement deepening the intimacy.

Gentle licks, tender sucks…

A completely unfamiliar sweetness surged through her like a tidal wave, instantly breaching Qiao Enen’s defenses.

Is this… what kissing is like?

In her twenty-two years, she had never tasted this dizzying sensation before.

Perhaps sensing her distraction, Fu Qianshan’s kiss suddenly turned possessive. Gone was the earlier restraint, replaced by an overwhelming possessiveness and a fierce, almost predatory intensity, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

A tingling, numbing sensation instantly surged through Qiao Enen’s limbs and bones.

She involuntarily closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings as she seemed to sink into a warm, cloud-like embrace, willingly surrendering to the sensation.

All thoughts were forcibly banished from her mind.

Unconsciously, her hand, which had been trying to push the man away, now wrapped around his neck.

This gesture seemed to flip a switch in him. His already possessive kiss grew scorching and forceful, invading her space like a conquering army, devouring her breath, and seizing every inch of her softness until she was left weak and nearly collapsing in his arms.

Outside the window, the night was deep and the moonlight cold. The shadows of leaves lay still against the wide floor-to-ceiling glass, as if the entire world held its breath in perfect stillness.

Within the transparent, pristine window, a man and a woman shared their first kiss—passionate, entwined.

After what felt like an eternity, the kiss ended, leaving Qiao Enen dazed.

Her trembling lashes glistened with crystalline tears, and her alluring peach blossom eyes shimmered with a misty, watery light.

Her fair cheeks flushed crimson from the kisses, and her slightly swollen lips were temptingly red. Her tongue unconsciously traced the edge of her lips, a lingering trace of the kiss’s unfinished desire.

Fu Qianshan’s gaze locked intensely on that soft, moist, crimson hue, his eyes dark as if he wanted to draw her whole being into a bottomless abyss.

Qiao Enen—who are you?

His voice was low and husky, laced with a seductive rasp, each word radiating an aura of danger and allure.

Qiao Enen’s mind was still hazy. I’m Qiao Enen, she mumbled.

Who is Qiao Enen?

? Qiao Enen is just Qiao Enen. Ugh…

Before she could finish, Fu Qianshan’s scorching lips and tongue had already claimed hers again.

This time, his kiss was fierce, tinged with an inexplicable greed, a possessive hunger that left no room for resistance. He seemed intent on draining every last breath from her lungs.

Only when Qiao Enen was gasping for air, on the verge of suffocation, did he pull back slightly.

Yet his burning breath lingered, his voice growing even more menacing. Say it again. Besides being Qiao Enen, who else are you?

Qiao Enen was completely disoriented.

Her mind was a blank slate, with only vague memories of her current identity and her relationship with Fu Qianshan.

After a brief silence in the bedroom, her soft, trembling voice finally broke through Fu… Mrs. Fu—

The moment those three words escaped her throat, a surge of heat rushed through Qiao Enen’s body, flooding her heart. Her cheeks burned, and even the backs of her ears flushed crimson.

Then, she heard the man’s faint acknowledgment Mm.

The restraints on her waist and the back of her head loosened.

In an instant, the overwhelming aura of male hormones that had enveloped her, along with the man’s suffocating dominance, seemed to recede slightly.

Freed, Qiao Enen gasped for air.

The earlier entanglement had been so intense, it felt like a surreal dream.

As her tense body began to relax, her chaotic thoughts started to coalesce.

Strange… Why did Fu Qianshan kiss me? And why did he ask if I knew who I was?

But his lips were so soft and sweet… probably even more so than that second male lead who pinned the female lead against the wall and kissed her until she cried…

The next moment, a shadow fell over her again.

She looked up blankly and saw the man, who had already taken a step back, leaning down to press his lips against hers once more without warning.

After the brief kiss, his deep, magnetic voice, tinged with an undeniable command, whispered in her ear Remember this you are Mrs. Fu Qianshan.

Don’t think about anything else.

Qiao Enen blinked blankly. I-I remember.

But Big Brother, why did you kiss me?

Wait, you haven’t kicked me out yet! Hurry up and kick me out!

Realizing belatedly that she still needed to follow the plot, Qiao Enen’s heart tightened.

Then, she met the man’s dark, dangerous eyes.

Qiao Enen …?

Did I say something wrong? I didn’t, did I? I am Mrs. Fu Qianshan, right?

Qiao Enen was utterly baffled. What had she done wrong this time?

What had she done to provoke the Big Villain again?

Nothing, right?

She even let him kiss her!

Wait a minute…

My, my first kiss…

Qiao Enen covered her mouth in horror, but under the man’s meaningful, dark gaze, she silently lowered her hand.

Actually, giving my first kiss to Fu Qianshan isn’t so bad. My husband is tall, handsome, and a business tycoon. It’s not a loss, hehe.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if he’d let me leave right now. Then he’d be the perfect husband!

Fu Qianshan, who had heard every word of Qiao Enen’s thoughts, was speechless.

Not a loss?

Perfect husband?

Yet she’s so eager to leave?

The man’s complex gaze deepened, a fleeting, almost helpless emotion flickering across his icy eyes.

After a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbed imperceptibly. When he spoke again, his voice had regained its calm, emotionless tone Leave.

Qiao Enen froze, startled.

Ah? He’s really letting me go?

Quick, get out of here!

The little person in Qiao Enen’s heart was already celebrating, but the System reminded her  Host, maintain your persona! 

Mr. Fu… Qiao Enen immediately lowered her lashes, her long, delicate lashes fluttering like wounded butterfly wings. Her voice was soft and pleading Please don’t make me leave. I really want to stay with you…

She had thought the atmosphere was perfect. All Fu Qianshan needed to do was give the order, and she could retreat to her own room.

Instead, he casually replied, You may.

Qiao Enen’s feigned sorrow froze mid-expression. Huh?

Wait, why is it okay now?

The esteemed CEO of Fu Group can’t just go back on his word, my dear husband!

The moment the word husband surfaced in her thoughts, even though she knew no one could hear it, Qiao Enen’s cheeks flushed crimson.

Cough, cough. Thank goodness Fu Qianshan didn’t hear me call him husband, or it would have been so embarrassing.

But… why does mentioning husband after kissing make my heart feel strangely warm?

No, it was a forced kiss.

Fu Qianshan gazed calmly at the girl before him.

Her lips were still crimson, as if his warmth lingered on them. The carefully crafted expression of wronged fragility on her small face, juxtaposed with her inner thoughts, made her seem… somewhat vivid.

A faint, almost imperceptible curve flickered at the corner of the man’s tightly pressed lips, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.

He shifted his gaze and said in a low voice, Leave.

Qiao Enen breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes! Time to run!

Outwardly, she maintained her tearful facade, murmuring softly.

Then she turned and fled the room, glancing back every few steps, as if she wished she could sprout wings on her heels.

The moment the door closed, Fu Qianshan heard the girl’s cheerful inner voice.

Yay, finally out!

You big meanie, Fu Qianshan! You stole my first kiss? Just wait till I go back and read ten romance novels, imagining all the male leads as you! Hmph, you’ll see!

Qiao Enen was a woman of her word.

Almost immediately, the scene she had imagined began playing out in Fu Qianshan’s mind.

A girl’s slender foot rested on a man’s shoulder, beads of sweat glistening, the air thick with tension…

The man raised his hand, his long, slender fingers pressing firmly against his throbbing temples. A complex, unreadable emotion flickered deep within his dark eyes, one he couldn’t even decipher himself.

After a moment, he rose from the bed and entered the bathroom.

Inside, Fu Qianshan stared at his reflection in the mirror, recalling his recent kiss with Qiao Enen—her flushed cheeks and breathless gasps afterward—and the vivid scene now playing in his mind.

He closed his eyes tightly.

He had only wanted Qiao Enen to understand her place, to stop indulging in such fantasies. Yet his wife had only intensified her efforts?

Fortunately, the object of her fantasies was still him, not some irrelevant stranger.

Otherwise…

Unbeknownst to him, the back of his ears had already turned crimson.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom just across the hall…

Qiao Enen lay alone on her bed, watching explicit content on her phone, her mind constantly syncing with the scenes.

The difference was that in her mental projection, the male and female leads had transformed into her and Fu Qianshan.

The scenes were intensely arousing, yet something felt off.

Ah, I get it now! The woman in the scene was definitely enjoying herself, but Fu Qianshan, drenched in sweat, seemed to be enjoying it too?

That won’t do at all!

With a toss of her phone, Qiao Enen began to improvise…

In the dimly lit room, the girl stood by the bed, like a flawless jade statue bathed in moonlight—delicate and pure white, every curve smooth and full, making one yearn to pull her into a tight embrace.

On the bed before her, the man’s breathing was already hot and ragged as he stared intently at her.

His Adam’s apple bobbed violently, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. Please… give me…

She tilted her head slightly, her red lips parting slightly, her voice dripping with innocent seduction. Then… my husband has to make me happy first.

Before the words had even left her lips, a deeper fire ignited in the man’s eyes.

He pulled the girl into his arms, his hands tightening slightly as he lifted her petite frame high into the air.

The air seemed to freeze.

The man’s exploring, burning breath traced her delicate lips, sometimes as gentle as a feather’s brush, sometimes with just enough force to ignite everything.

The girl’s body stiffened abruptly.

Her fingers, clutching his hair, curled tightly. Her spine straightened rigidly, but wave after wave of unfamiliar, surging currents were relentlessly eroding her will.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving violently. Her tightly closed eyelids trembled fiercely, and her clenched jaw finally relaxed, releasing a soft, choked whimper.

Satisfied, my dear wife?

The man’s husky voice washed over her vulnerable lips.

The girl in the scene stared blankly ahead.

After a long moment, Qiao Enen took a deep breath and opened her eyes, her heart brimming with satisfaction.

Deep within her, she exhaled a sigh of relief Phew—finally even.

Immediately, images of Fu Qianshan’s kiss began to flood her mind uncontrollably.

The man’s kiss started clumsily, but soon transformed into a feverish, heart-pounding frenzy.

Her legs went weak from the intensity of the kiss.

Qiao Enen raised her hand and gently touched her slightly swollen lips.

Whether it was the memory of the kiss or the boldness of her earlier fantasies, her heart pounded wildly, as if it might burst from her chest.

Simultaneously, a novel sweetness bloomed deep within her.

It seems my lips really enjoy kissing Fu Qianshan.

So sweet… that man’s kiss was truly so sweet.

Realizing how embarrassed she was, Qiao Enen belatedly buried her burning face in the quilt.

Then, she suddenly jolted awake.

I’m in the book now. The man who just kissed me was Fu Qianshan, the Big Villain from the wealthy family?

But why would Fu Qianshan kiss me? And why so passionately?

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Fu Qianshan, who had witnessed the entire high-definition scene, his face darkening, remained silent.

His hand, gripping the wheelchair armrest, clenched so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

His eyes were dark and brooding, the area behind his ears flushed crimson.

After a long moment, Fu Qianshan slowly relaxed his clenched fist.

Forget it.

At least Qiao Enen hadn’t been wrong about one thing—she was indeed Fu Qianshan’s wife.

The man turned on the shower, icy water cascading down from above.

Qiao Enen slept remarkably well.

She had a dreamless night and woke up the next morning with a cheerful stretch, only to remember her promise to Old Madam Fu to go for an early morning walk.

Hurriedly changing and doing a quick wash, Qiao Enen stepped out of her room and ran into Fu Qianshan emerging from the adjacent room.

Good morning, my dear Mr. Fu! she greeted him.

In an instant, Qiao Enen switched into her devoted wife persona. Every moment apart feels like an eternity. I missed you so much!

As she pushed Fu Qianshan’s wheelchair into the elevator, her mind raced with thoughts After leaving the Fu Family Mansion, I’m going on a shopping spree! I’ll max out Fu Qianshan’s credit card—serves him right for kissing me last night.

This had been Qiao Enen’s last-minute decision before falling asleep.

Hadn’t Fu Qianshan given her a black card a long time ago?

She’d always been content with her monthly allowance of five million yuan, especially after receiving another five million just days ago. Qiao Enen had completely forgotten about the card—until now.

Why not spend the money my husband gave me?

And not just spend it—I’m going to splurge!

Qiao Enen thought happily to herself, oblivious to the subtle flicker of tenderness that flashed through the deep eyes of the man in the wheelchair as he overheard her thoughts. The moment passed in an instant.

Meanwhile, Fu Mingli, who was helping Old Madam Fu into the dining room for breakfast, froze in shock.

What’s going on?

My brother is coming downstairs with Qiao Enen? Did something… happen last night?

Fu Mingli’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Her shock deepened when she saw Qiao Enen serve her brother food, and he didn’t refuse.

Especially when Old Madam Fu, beaming with satisfaction at seeing her grandson and granddaughter-in-law getting along so well, asked, Qianshan, are Junlan Yue Mansion and Royal View Courtyard very far apart?

Fu Mingli stiffened.

Grandma doesn’t mean…

She glanced at her brother, who responded with a casual Hmm before saying, Grandma, I understand.

Old Madam Fu’s delight was evident as she ate an extra bowl of rice.

Yet Qiao Enen remained calmly eating, showing no hint of excitement.

She’s definitely secretly gloating inside. What’s with the act?

Fu Mingli gritted her teeth in resentment.

In truth, Qiao Enen paid no attention to Old Madam Fu’s words, completely focused on enjoying her breakfast.

Breakfast today included her favorite crab roe soup dumplings.

Suddenly, a deliberately loud voice rang out

If you want to laugh, just laugh! Isn’t it uncomfortable holding it in?

Qiao Enen, who had just popped a soup dumpling into her mouth, looked up to see Fu Mingli glancing guiltily at Fu Qianshan beside her before falling silent and obediently lowering her head to eat.

Puzzled, Qiao Enen turned to Fu Qianshan. …?

The man replied calmly, Eat your food.

Oh.

Qiao Enen obediently resumed her battle with the soup dumplings.

Soon, only one remained. Just as Qiao Enen reached for it, the dumpling landed in the chopsticks of the man beside her.

Qiao Enen frowned.

The next moment, the dumpling landed on her plate.

Delighted, Qiao Enen looked at Fu Qianshan and said happily, Thank you, darling.

Even Fu Qianshan was momentarily stunned by the endearment.

See how much better this is? Old Madam Fu beamed. This was far more direct than hearing about it from the housekeeper.

It seemed her grandson and granddaughter-in-law might actually have a chance to be happy together.

Her old man could finally rest easy.

But Qiao Enen, only now realizing what she had said, froze in panic.

Ahhhhh! How did I call him darling?

It must be from fantasizing too much last night. It just slipped out!

Fu Qianshan won’t get angry and take away my black card, right?

Phew… Thank goodness, he doesn’t seem angry. Maybe he didn’t hear me clearly?

Yeah, that must be it.

Qiao Enen contentedly ate the last xiaolongbao.

Unbeknownst to her, the man in the adjacent seat, whose lips were usually cold and stern, twitched slightly into a faint smile.

After breakfast, Fu Qianshan had to return to the office for work. Qiao Enen, who had intended to stay and spend more time with Old Madam Fu, was also ushered out.

Sitting in the back seat, Qiao Enen watched the Fu Family Mansion recede into the distance, her heart sinking.  I was planning to come out on my own this afternoon anyway. 

Still, this worked out well. She hadn’t driven today, so this saved her a taxi fare.

As the car sped forward, Qiao Enen fretted,  How am I going to ask him to drop me off at the mall? 

I’ve got it!

With a mischievous grin, Qiao Enen leaned closer to the man beside her, who was intently reading documents. She batted her charming big eyes and cooed, Fu Qianshan, I want to buy you a new suit at the mall. Can you drop me off at the entrance?

He agreed readily, Mm.

Qiao Enen beamed.

I knew this would work!

It seemed that invoking love for him was indeed equivalent to maintaining her facade.

Dear husband, you’re about to bleed dry.

I’m going to swipe your card for so many things. Don’t be stingy, okay?

When the car stopped at the mall, Qiao Enen reluctantly (but cheerfully) got out. She stood by the roadside, gazing affectionately at Fu Qianshan’s departing car before turning and dashing into the mall.

Who knew things here were so expensive?

A simple diamond bracelet cost over a hundred thousand yuan!

Want it?

I’ll buy it for you.

A unfamiliar voice rang in her ear.

Qiao Enen turned to see Lu Yanhui standing beside her, one hand casually in his pocket, striking a pose.

Alarm bells immediately went off in her head. She glanced around—thankfully, Fu Qianshan wasn’t here.

Phew… You scared me half to death! Then I remembered Fu Qianshan went to the office. He definitely wouldn’t be here. But why do I keep running into Lu Yanhui?

Meanwhile, in the back seat of a speeding luxury car, the man reading documents frowned.

Turn around, he ordered.

Moments later, the luxury car made a U-turn at the next intersection and sped back in the direction it had come.

By then, Qiao Enen had already left the jewelry store, deciding that what she couldn’t see wouldn’t bother her.

Who knew that the male lead, with his head full of holes, would follow her out?

He cornered Qiao Enen in a secluded spot.

How long are you going to keep avoiding me? Lu Yanhui asked, barely suppressing his anger, his tone icy. Qiao Enen, do you really hate seeing me that much?

Qiao Enen was speechless. Yes, yes, yes, yes! Now, would you please move?

I don’t believe you.

A tall figure in a wheelchair approached from the corner of her peripheral vision. Lu Yanhui scoffed silently.

Since Qiao Enen had angered him, she shouldn’t expect any mercy.

Qiao Enen, I know you only married Fu Qianshan to get revenge on Yuening, right?

Qiao Enen refused to answer.

What does this male lead want?

She couldn’t even deny it, because that was how the plot was written.

I promise to be with you. Just divorce Fu Qianshan, okay?

Lu Yanhui tried to take Qiao Enen’s hand, but she pulled away. Instead of getting angry, he said softly, Enen, don’t be stubborn. Let’s be together properly, okay?

Qiao Enen was exasperated. Did this male lead take the wrong medication today?

Why is he suddenly confessing to me?

Too lazy to deal with this dog of a man, she shoved him away forcefully, turned, and fled.

As for the man in the wheelchair in the distance, his dangerous gaze was deeply concealed, like a cold, dark pool, filled with ominous shadows.