My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 25

Lu Yanhui had always known Qiao Enen was in love with him.

The woman had been gazing at him with longing eyes since long ago, her gaze clinging to him with scorching intensity. On the very night she learned of her impending marriage alliance with Fu Qianshan, she had rushed to him to confess her feelings and beg him to be with her.

How could Lu Yanhui possibly agree?

He desired Jiang Yuening, the Jiang Family’s rightful heiress, as pure and radiant as moonlight.

Qiao Enen, who possessed nothing and was disliked by her parents, could never compare.

As Lu Yanhui watched Qiao Enen’s retreating figure, almost fleeing in disarray, a faint, barely perceptible smile curved his lips.

Since the contract with Fu Group had completely fallen through and Qiao Enen had repeatedly tested his patience, perhaps it was time to… give her a little gift.

After all, if she couldn’t find happiness with Fu Qianshan, she would only become more desperate to return to his side.

By then, she wouldn’t be able to play coy or use her manipulative tactics.

He imagined her weeping and begging for him.

Lu Yanhui was secretly thrilled, already fantasizing about the future, when the surrounding air suddenly grew heavy. An oppressive, silent aura swept through the space, instantly freezing all sound around him.

In the next moment, a tall figure completely blocked his view of Qiao Enen.

It was none other than Fu Qianshan, the feared business magnate of Suzhou City, the head of the Fu Group, and Qiao Enen’s husband by arranged marriage.

The man sat in a wheelchair, clad in a dark suit, his posture composed. Yet beneath that calm exterior lay a heart-stoppingly powerful presence.

As the man in the wheelchair’s gaze swept over him, Lu Yanhui felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

That gaze, though calm and unruffled, carried a condescending judgment that seemed to pierce through flesh and bone, reaching deep into his soul.

It wasn’t anger, but a pure, icy disdain, as if he were looking at an insignificant speck of dust.

This wasn’t the Fu Corporation CEO Lu Yanhui had previously encountered—the one who, though ruthless in business, at least maintained a veneer of composure.

Lu Yanhui’s heart leaped in his chest. The fleeting pride that had just bloomed was instantly crushed by an invisible force, leaving only panicked disarray.

He instinctively tensed, forcing a stiff smile onto his face as his voice trembled with barely suppressed nervousness

President Fu… What a coincidence! I was just talking to Enen about…

Lu Yanhui paused, feigning sudden realization of the man’s identity, and quickly corrected himself, adopting an overly familiar tone Oh, Mrs. Fu! I was just chatting with Mrs. Fu about you, President Fu. By the way, Enen… Mrs. Fu went over there. I won’t disturb you two any longer.

As he spoke, Lu Yanhui desperately wanted to escape this suffocating aura. He gave Fu Qianshan a hurried nod and turned to leave.

But the moment he lifted his foot, a bodyguard in a black suit blocked his path.

Forced to stop, Lu Yanhui’s smile crumbled, replaced by embarrassment and barely contained panic in his eyes.

He had no choice but to turn back and face the man in the wheelchair, who held absolute dominance over the situation.

Fu Qianshan remained seated, his posture unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

Only his gaze was colder and deeper than before, carrying an invisible weight that made it almost impossible for Lu Yanhui to breathe.

The air hung heavy with a terrifying stillness, broken only by an oppressive, silent aura.

Lu Yanhui could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his heart pounding like a drum.

Just as he was about to buckle under the weight of the silence, Fu Qianshan finally spoke.

His voice was deep and steady, devoid of any inflection, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness.

Mr. Lu.

The simple words, uttered with an innate arrogance and the detached indifference reserved for those in positions of power, conveyed a clear message Where my wife is, and what she does, is none of your concern.

The man paused briefly, his fathomless eyes remaining utterly still. His voice remained flat, but each word landed like a shard of ice

As for you…

Fu Qianshan’s gaze lingered on Lu Yanhui for a fleeting moment, his expression as indifferent as if he were assessing a worthless object. Put an end to your childish fantasies and pathetic schemes.

His tone was as matter-of-fact as if he were stating an inconsequential truth The Fu Family’s members are neither yours to touch nor yours to covet. Stay away from her, or… I won’t hesitate to give Mr. Lu a brutal lesson in the true ruthlessness of the business world.

Having finished speaking, Fu Qianshan didn’t spare Lu Yanhui another glance, as if even a second’s delay would be a waste.

He tapped the armrest of his wheelchair with a light, slender finger.

Special Assistant Chen immediately understood and began pushing the wheelchair.

The wheelchair glided smoothly and silently, carrying the ice-cold, formidable man past the frozen Lu Yanhui with unhurried grace, heading directly in the direction Qiao Enen had left.

Lu Yanhui stood alone, his back drenched in cold sweat.

Fu Qianshan’s utterly calm words had struck him like heavy hammers, each syllable crushing his earlier fantasies and smugness into dust.

That icy disdain and undisguised dismissal made him realize for the first time… the true gulf between heaven and earth.

Before Fu Qianshan—a true titan of the business world and a master of the elite—Lu Yanhui’s schemes and ambitions were as insignificant as dust, unworthy of even a flicker of the man’s attention.

Realizing this, Lu Yanhui clenched his fists, his eyes burning with dark resentment.

The true cruelty of the business world?

What does he mean? Is he trying to destroy my Lu Group?

No. My Lu Group is something I built from scratch, piece by piece. It proves I have the ability and talent to climb into high society. What right does Fu Qianshan have to take that away?

Does he think all my years of hard work were just a joke?

Hah—

Fu Qianshan could never have imagined that his arranged marriage wife would become his trump card, his ultimate weapon.

After all, what if he had her steal confidential documents from the Fu Group?

Then… the Fu Group wouldn’t be so invincible after all.

After quickly escaping Lu Yanhui’s presence, Qiao Enen decisively bought an iced coffee. The caffeine jolted her awake, leaving her feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Why does that Lu Yanhui keep haunting me like a ghost?

Strange. Isn’t he the male lead? Shouldn’t he be pursuing the female lead?

Why did he suddenly come to me with all that nonsense?

As she pondered this, she spotted two familiar girls nearby Jiang Yuening, the female lead, and Fu Mingli.

You wouldn’t believe how smug Qiao Enen looked this morning. It made me so angry!

Fu Mingli huffed, taking a large sip of her milk tea, her brow furrowed deeply. What does she think she’s doing? She clearly likes Lu Yanhui, but she married my brother to get back at you. And now she’s…

Fu Mingli was genuinely furious.

She knew Qiao Enen’s heart wasn’t with her brother, so she had always targeted her. Only her best friend, Jiang Yuening, truly loved her brother. But now?

Jiang Yuening patted Fu Mingli’s shoulder reassuringly. But I think… Mrs. Fu might have actually fallen for your brother?

Impossible! Fu Mingli retorted without hesitation. How can someone’s feelings change so easily? Look at you—do you not like my brother anymore?

Jiang Yuening paused, slightly taken aback.

She hadn’t really thought about that question deeply.

In her mind, since Fu Qianshan already had a wife through a political marriage, whether she liked him or not no longer mattered.

But recalling all the things her best friend had done for her recently, Jiang Yuening decided to be honest.

Yes, I don’t like your brother anymore, Jiang Yuening said gently, her eyes firm. So please don’t argue with Mrs. Fu over me anymore, okay?

Fu Mingli was stunned. You don’t like my brother anymore? Then who do you like? It can’t be… you actually like Lu Yanhui, right? How could he compare to my brother? Yuening…

Behind them, Qiao Enen was equally shocked.

Was I being smug this morning? No, right? What did I have to be smug about?

Wait, Jiang Yuening doesn’t like Fu Qianshan anymore?

She fell for that brain-damaged Lu Yanhui so quickly?

No way—

Qiao Enen felt a pang of melancholy.

It felt like Jiang Yuening, a beautiful flower, had been stuck in cow dung—the non-recyclable kind.

Lost in her internal rant, Qiao Enen didn’t notice Jiang Yuening’s figure pausing in the distance. Jiang Yuening turned to look for Qiao Enen, but instead saw a tall figure in a wheelchair.

He was heading straight for Qiao Enen.

Jiang Yuening quickly pulled Fu Mingli away.

Meanwhile, Qiao Enen remained blissfully unaware of the impending danger.

The man in the wheelchair, who was drawing closer, frowned slightly.

If Qiao Enen had repeatedly claimed Lu Yanhui was crazy, why hadn’t she refuted his earlier statement?

The only logical explanation was that Lu Yanhui had spoken the truth.

Qiao Enen had agreed to marry him solely to retaliate against Jiang Yuening.

For Fu Qianshan, marriage was merely a business arrangement, a union of interests.

Or perhaps, it was for his grandfather’s sake.

After all, it made no difference to him who became Mrs. Fu.

Except for Qiao Enen…

The woman whose thoughts he could hear, whose pain he could feel.

He never imagined that the primary reason she had agreed to marry him was because of someone utterly insignificant to him.

And that her supposed devotion and deep love were nothing more than calculated moves driven by self-interest?

The man gripped the wheelchair armrests so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged, his eyes darkening with suppressed fury.

Lost in her thoughts, Qiao Enen turned abruptly, her feet still moving when the coffee in her hand suddenly splashed all over the man’s expensive dark suit.

The dark brown liquid quickly spread across his white shirt, soaking through the fabric and clinging tightly to his chest.

Qiao Enen’s breath caught in her throat.

Mr. Fu? What are you doing here? I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to. Let me wipe it off for you…

Flustered, Qiao Enen reached out, her fingertips barely brushing the cold, damp fabric when the man’s warm, large hand clamped down on her wrist.

In the next instant, his other hand, with an irresistible force, gripped the back of her head. He leaned down, his scalding breath pressing heavily against her soft lips with a punishing intensity.

Mmm…

Qiao Enen’s startled gasp was completely swallowed by his kiss.

He sucked on her lips, his tongue, with undeniable dominance, forcing open her teeth, which had parted in shock, and invading her mouth with relentless force.

Qiao Enen’s mind went blank, forced to endure this sudden, scorching, and dizzying assault.

Instinctively, she tried to push him away, her hands frantically pressing against his chest—exactly where the coffee had soaked through.

The sensation beneath her palm was unmistakably vivid.

The expensive suit fabric soaked up the warm coffee, clinging to the man’s firm muscles—icy and damp, yet strangely scorching.

She could even clearly feel the steady, powerful, yet gradually accelerating heartbeat beneath the fabric, pounding heavily against her palm, one beat after another.

Qiao Enen felt utterly dizzy.

Only when her legs nearly gave way, threatening to collapse against him, did he finally release her lips.

Her dazed eyes, still wet from the kiss, gradually cleared as her muddled mind slowly began to process what had happened.

W-what’s going on? Why is Fu Qianshan kissing me again? I knew it! Wherever Lu Yanhui is, there’s bound to be…

Suddenly, the hand gripping the back of her head tightened, and another dangerous kiss descended.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Qiao Enen sensed this kiss was even more domineering, forceful, and intensely possessive.

It felt as if he were trying to make her forget something, or perhaps to distract her.

This time, he didn’t release her lips until she was nearly breathless.

Having her air abruptly stolen, Qiao Enen instinctively gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently.

Her already clear eyes now shimmered with a watery brilliance, like the dew-drenched wings of a morning fairy.

The fairy’s damp lashes fluttered nervously, blinking rapidly as if startled.

Her vision still hazy with lingering passion, she gazed blankly at the man standing inches away.

What… what is this man doing?

But I have to admit, Fu Qianshan’s kiss was so sweet. I’m so glad I ran away earlier. If Lu Yanhui, that scumbag, had interrupted us, Fu Qianshan would never have kissed me.

The man in the wheelchair stiffened.

Qiao Enen meant…

He looked at the girl before him again.

His reflection was clearly mirrored in her clear pupils, a blend of natural innocence and vulnerability, tinged with the fragile, wronged look of someone who had been fiercely kissed. The stark contrast created an irresistible allure.

Fu Qianshan’s deep, intense gaze flickered slightly. His throat bobbed as the hand cradling the back of her head tightened.

After a moment, he glanced down at his damp chest.

Come with me.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Enen stood in the presidential suite of a top-tier luxury hotel adjacent to the high-end shopping mall, still somewhat dazed.

What’s going on? Why did Fu Qianshan suddenly bring me here? What does he want?

No, it can’t be what I’m thinking, right?

She heard the man’s deep, dangerous voice.

Has Mrs. Fu forgotten… her position?

What?

Qiao Enen looked up, staring blankly at the refined, noble man before her.

His features were utterly flawless. Even with his icy expression and seated in a wheelchair, his powerful, cold, yet intensely alluring aura remained undiminished.

Especially those deep, dark eyes, now fixed on her tear-glazed gaze with a lingering hint of possessiveness and predatory scrutiny.

Frozen by his gaze, Qiao Enen’s breath caught in her throat.

Her heart began to pound inexplicably, its frantic rhythm filling the silence.

Strange, why is my heart racing like this?

Hasn’t Fu Qianshan stopped kissing me?

Ignoring the strange ripples stirring deep within her, Qiao Enen unconsciously bit her soft lower lip, belatedly answering, I haven’t forgotten my position. I am…

Suddenly recalling the scene from last night when he had asked her the same question, Qiao Enen felt an inexplicable wave of embarrassment wash over her.

Prompted by the System, Qiao Enen’s eyes curved into a sweet smile as she said, I’m Mrs. Fu, your… Fu Qianshan’s wife.

Perhaps feeling embarrassed, or perhaps her voice still dazed from their recent kiss, the way she said Fu Qianshan’s wife sounded particularly soft and sweet to Fu Qianshan’s ears.

Fu Qianshan’s hand tightened unconsciously on the armrest, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down out of Qiao Enen’s sight.

I’m… I’m sorry, Qiao Enen’s soft voice rang out again. Mr. Fu, I really didn’t mean to. Why don’t you… why don’t you change your clothes first?

The System couldn’t take it anymore.  Host, stop just apologizing! Take action! 

Take off his clothes! Strip him bare!

Qiao Enen was horrified.  …?! 

Are you serious?

She only dared to fantasize about such things in her mind. She couldn’t actually do it, she couldn’t.

Fu Qianshan, unable to hear the System’s words, simply watched the girl’s earnest apology. His dark, unfathomable eyes grew even darker.

I’m sorry?

Did Qiao Enen think her apology was just for getting his shirt wet?

Did she have any idea what the real reason was…?

A shadow fell over Fu Qianshan.

The girl’s delicate hand rested on his shirt as she leaned closer. Or… should I help you undress, Mr. Fu?

Her warm breath brushed his nose, sending a tingling sensation through him.

The man’s body tensed, his figure freezing. ……

Meanwhile, the girl who appeared so affectionate on the surface was thinking Why isn’t Fu Qianshan pushing me away yet?

If he doesn’t push me away soon, I’m going to start unbuttoning his shirt! Hey? Fu Qianshan? Hubby? The most handsome hubby in the world? Push me away already!

Does he really want me to take advantage of him?

Then… then I’m going to do it! I’m really going to do it now…

Wait, what if Fu Qianshan kisses me out of anger? What if he cuts my allowance? Noooo…

Qiao Enen was genuinely panicking.

Even if the System had ordered her to maintain her persona and strip Fu Qianshan naked, she wouldn’t have worried. After all, Fu Qianshan would never allow it.

But cutting her allowance?

No way, no way!

As Qiao Enen’s little mind frantically calculated her Operation Save the Stash, two warm, strong fingers suddenly pinched her chin.

The force, imbued with an undeniable authority, precisely severed her wandering thoughts.

Qiao Enen froze, her small face forced upward.

In the next instant, she found herself defenselessly caught in the depths of his gaze.

The man in the wheelchair had leaned in so close she could feel his crisp, cool breath brush against her sensitive skin, so close she could see the delicate shadows cast by his lowered lashes.

His flawless, handsome face loomed before her, their noses nearly touching. The familiar scent of fir and mint, tinged with potent male pheromones, gently swept across her lips, still tingling from his earlier assault.

His eyes, dark as a bottomless pool, locked onto the lingering mist of panic in her gaze.

His gaze was scrutinizing, tinged with lingering possessiveness, and imbued with a piercing insight that seemed to strip away all her carefully guarded thoughts.

Then, his warm lips parted slightly, and his deep, coolly magnetic voice slowly, deliberately ground against her ear

Mrs. Fu…

He deliberately slowed his tone, like a feather brushing against the most sensitive part of her heart, yet with an unwavering certainty of control Are you so concerned… about what I think of you?

Fu Qianshan had never imagined that this girl, who filled her mind with fantasies about him every day, wouldn’t actually act on those fantasies in this situation. Instead, she seemed… so concerned about his opinion?

If he told her to stop, she definitely would.

Most importantly…

Qiao Enen, who was wondering what this man was up to, blurted out, …Huh?

Realizing what he meant, Qiao Enen gave a sweet smile and quickly replied, Of course, you’re my beloved Mr. Fu. Naturally, I care about what you think.

So what does this mean? Is he telling me to take off his clothes? No way, no way, Fu Qianshan…

Before she could finish her mental rant, the man’s expression darkened.

Then,

What did you call me?

A large, scorching hand clamped around her slender waist with an undeniable force. His fingertips pressed through the thin fabric, searing her sensitive skin and sending a shiver of anticipation through her.

Caught completely off guard, Qiao Enen gasped at the sudden restraint and the burning heat of his palm, letting out a soft cry, Ah—

The grip around her waist tightened punishingly, forcing her to tilt her head back and meet his bottomless gaze. Within those dark depths, she saw dangerous undercurrents she couldn’t decipher.

Qiao Enen was stunned, completely bewildered by what the man was saying.

Wait, could it be…?

H-husband? she ventured, the title trembling slightly as it slipped from her crimson lips.

Ahhhhh! No way! He… he actually wants me to call him husband, right?!

The scream in her heart nearly burst through her throat. On the surface, seeing that the man didn’t object, Qiao Enen added softly, I… I care most about what my husband thinks. If he wants me to leave, I’ll leave immediately. If he wants me to help him take off his shirt, I’ll do it right away.

So hurry up and let me go!

What’s Fu Qianshan waiting for?

She had thought that after making her intentions so clear, Fu Qianshan, true to his character, would definitely let her go.

But the man in the wheelchair merely stared at her, the dark currents in his eyes seeming to settle for a moment. His lips parted slightly.

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