My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 29

Ten times in one night? My dear husband, I believe in you!

Come on, show me what you’ve got.

The girl’s voice was soft and delicate, especially sweet and tender in her sleep. Her warm, sweet breath brushed against Fu Qianshan’s throat, each word like a tiny, alluring hook, repeatedly tugging at his taut nerves.

The vein at the corner of the man’s forehead pulsed uncontrollably, his jaw clenched tight.

He lowered his gaze to the delicate face so close to his.

Qiao Enen slept soundly, her long lashes resting quietly like butterfly wings. Her cheeks flushed an unnatural crimson from the erotic dreams she was having, and her lips were slightly pursed, as if begging for a kiss.

This defenseless, tender, pure-white sleeping face formed an absurd contrast to the wild, predatory words she was murmuring.

Yet the petite body draped over him continued to writhe, cooing coquettishly, Come on, darling.

I want to see how amazing you are.

Fu Qianshan ……

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty, his throat suddenly dry and his chest feeling constricted, making it hard to breathe.

In the darkness, his deep eyes churned with complex, indecipherable emotions.

The scene that synchronized with his mind unfolded

Fu Qianshan? Can you handle this?

If you can’t, I can find someone else. There are plenty of men around.

The restraint in Fu Qianshan’s eyes shattered completely.

Qiao Enen—

Seeing the girl in his arms still frowning in displeasure, Fu Qianshan’s large hand tightened around her back. His scorching kiss, without any preamble, forcefully pried open her lips.

The girl’s thick eyelashes fluttered, and a muffled Mmm escaped her lips, a mix of heavy drowsiness and faint annoyance at being disturbed.

Her consciousness sinking into a warm, hazy sea, Qiao Enen felt her breath being stolen away. The unfamiliar, intense sensation of their entangled lips and tongues made her instinctively want to escape, to breathe properly.

Unconsciously, her small hand, resting on the man’s chest, curled into a fist, her fingertips digging sharply into the bare, slightly cool skin.

A suppressed hiss escaped from between their tightly pressed lips as a sudden, sharp pain made Fu Qianshan pause slightly.

He lowered his gaze to see several distinct red scratch marks etched across his chest.

At the deepest point of one scratch, tiny beads of bl00d slowly seeped out, starkly visible against his pale skin.

Fu Qianshan ……

Excellent. Tonight, he had lost control again.

All because of Qiao Enen’s dream.

This was utterly unacceptable for Fu Qianshan, who always maintained perfect control over every situation.

He recalled how they had merely stumbled upon that restaurant tonight. If he hadn’t encountered his arranged marriage partner, what would have become of the girl in his arms?

Did she often sleepwalk?

But… I might sleepwalk. I could end up anywhere. And… and I might grab whoever’s sleeping next to me and kiss them wildly…

Qiao Enen’s words from over a month ago suddenly echoed in his mind.

At the time, he had dismissed them as mere excuses. Now, it seemed…

After a moment, Fu Qianshan frowned and tried to gently place the girl in his arms back on the bed. But the girl, who had scratched his chest in her sleep, suddenly clung to him tightly, her voice filled with plaintive vulnerability. Don’t leave me, okay? I’m Mom’s daughter too.

Mommy, hug me…

Fu Qianshan’s brow furrowed slightly.

As expected, there were no synchronized images in his mind.

The girl in his arms must have been having a sad dream, as she began to sob uncontrollably.

Burning tears soaked the man’s bare chest.

Fu Qianshan froze, hesitated for a moment, then reached out with his thumb to wipe away the scalding tears from the girl’s flushed cheeks.

The rest of the night was nearly sleepless.

Meanwhile, Qiao Enen slept soundly through the night.

A dreamless sleep—perfect! Except… was it a little warm?

And the bed felt a bit… hard?

And the firm, springy texture beneath her palm?

And the crisp, clean scent of fir and mint lingering around her nose?

This texture, this scent… this wasn’t her pillow?

Qiao Enen’s eyes snapped open. Her vision gradually sharpened, and when she finally recognized the scene before her, her breath caught in her throat.

Before her, just inches away, was the man’s handsome face.

She was sprawled all over Fu Qianshan, who was sitting in his wheelchair.

Her arms and legs were draped possessively across his chest, and she was sitting on his lap.

The man was reclined against the chair’s back, his handsome profile bathed in the morning light, resembling a jade sculpture gilded with gold.

The sunlight accentuated his strikingly refined features

Deep-set brow bones, a high, straight nose, tightly pressed lips, and a sharply defined jawline.

Long lashes cast delicate shadows beneath his eyes, lending him an air of aloofness and untouchable beauty in the warm morning light. This austere elegance was brutally disrupted by her octopus-like embrace.

But the real problem…

Why was Fu Qianshan shirtless? And why was he only wearing a bath towel on the lap where she was sitting?

Her hand, resting on his chest, could clearly feel the contours of his pectoral muscles and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Her other hand, hanging loosely, was brazenly pressed against his taut inner thigh.

Just a little closer, and she’d be touching…

Qiao Enen snapped awake, her cheeks flushing crimson, her heart pounding wildly out of control.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Ahhhh! What’s going on? Why am I sleeping while hugging Fu Qianshan?!

Still in his wheelchair?

Wait,

Last night, she’d felt a bit sleepy. What happened after that?

Did she just fall asleep?

And then?

She had no memory of anything after that.

Did Fu Qianshan carry me back to my room?

System Yes, Host. You even clung to him, refusing to let him leave.

Qiao Enen …?!

The System helpfully added,  You clung to him several times and even said you wanted to do it ten times in one night. 

Qiao Enen …!!

Just end it all.

No, what exactly happened last night?

Thank goodness Fu Qianshan hasn’t woken up.

Qiao Enen carefully tried to slip off the man’s body.

In the next moment, the man beneath her, pinned by her arms and legs, stirred slightly. His long eyelashes fluttered.

Without time to think, Qiao Enen swiftly closed her eyes, feigning sleep.

Fu Qianshan is awake?

I can’t let him see I’m awake, or else…

Aaaaaah! This is so embarrassing! I wasn’t even dreaming! Why would I say I wanted to do it ten times in one night? That’s outrageous!

Okay, if he doesn’t move, I won’t either. I’ll wait to see how Fu Qianshan reacts first.

Hmm? Why does it feel like… he’s so close to me?

Sensing something, Qiao Enen held her breath, her heart pounding in her throat.

The man, who had only fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning, watched the girl pretending to be asleep, silently drawing closer.

Unlike her unguarded, gentle demeanor in sleep the previous night, Qiao Enen now radiated resistance. Only the arm and leg draped over him remained stiff, afraid to move.

This woman… her dreams were so domineering when she was asleep. But now that she’s awake, she’s suddenly shy? Scared?

The man chuckled softly, then his eyes darkened as he realized this woman was once again controlling his emotions.

Yet, in her mind, Qiao Enen was frantically urging, Fu Qianshan, please go! I won’t cling to you anymore. I’m sorry about last night—I apologize. Let’s forget it ever happened, okay? Just pretend it was a dream. Please, please!

I’ll even stop using your Black Card! From today on, I’ll only spend my own money, okay?

Um… besides saying some nonsense, I didn’t actually do anything to Fu Qianshan last night, did I?

Fu Qianshan, hurry up and leave! If you don’t go soon, I’m going to start fantasizing about you, starting with…

Qiao Enen was panicking so badly that she needed to distract herself. Fantasizing about Fu Qianshan was the simplest and most effective way to capture her attention.

After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to imagine what had happened the night before…

In the dim, yellow-tinged light, the man in the wheelchair carried the sleeping woman into the bedroom.

Instead of immediately placing her on the bed, he lowered his head, leaned close, and kissed her lips while still holding her.

Then, she took his long, pale hand and placed it on her…

Before the scene could progress further, Qiao Enen clearly felt the man maneuver the wheelchair and gently lay her on the bed.

Soon after, he steered the wheelchair into the bathroom.

Qiao Enen, who had been pretending to be asleep with her body tense, finally let out a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to throw back the covers and escape, she realized she couldn’t move.

The System explained  Host, Fu Qianshan put you on the bed. You need to maintain your persona. 

Qiao Enen  …… 

Well, she might as well keep pretending to be asleep.

Since she couldn’t move anyway, it was the perfect opportunity.

Qiao Enen closed her eyes again.

But the wait stretched on and on.

Just as she was about to drift off completely, she vaguely saw a tall, blurry figure emerge from the bathroom.

Did Fu Qianshan take a shower? Why did it take so long?

I can’t stay awake any longer. I’m going to sleep for a bit.

Fu Qianshan, his ears still flushed crimson despite having just taken a cold shower, remained silent.

Why had he taken a cold shower?

Whose fault was it for letting his mind wander?

He didn’t even want to look at his own hands anymore.

Then he glanced at the girl who had been pretending to sleep…

Sunlight gently bathed her delicate, fair face, her skin glowing with a soft, ethereal light.

Her full lips curved into a faint smile, like dew-kissed flower petals, fluttering softly with each breath, as sweet and peaceful as a well-fed kitten napping contentedly.

This utterly harmless, sweet demeanor stood in stark contrast to the fantasies that had been swirling in her mind just half an hour earlier, yet it only served to highlight how much…

Never mind.

Fu Qianshan activated his wheelchair, nudged the door open a crack, accepted the clothes Special Assistant Chen handed him, changed in the walk-in closet, and left the bedroom.

Seated in the back of the speeding car, Fu Qianshan focused intently on his documents.

But just minutes later, his gaze drifted involuntarily to his numb legs.

Without Qiao Enen’s weight pressing down on him, his legs had reverted to their usual numbness.

Even when he pressed down hard, he felt nothing.

The man frowned deeply.

President Fu, Xie Lin just called to report that the results of your leg tests from last night showed fluctuations, and they continued throughout the night.

In the front passenger seat, Special Assistant Chen hung up the phone and reported, He’s already waiting for you in Dean Xie’s office, requesting you come for a detailed examination.

Fu Qianshan showed no surprise, merely humming in acknowledgment.

Ever since he first felt the pain in his legs a month and a half ago, his lower limbs had been under constant monitoring.

Now it seemed that Qiao Enen’s ability to restore sensation to his legs wasn’t just his imagination.

A flicker of emotion stirred deep within him.

Fu Qianshan didn’t dwell on it. He picked up the documents and continued reading.

An hour and a half later, in the Dean’s office of Suzhou City’s most prestigious private hospital, Dean Xie and Xie Lin examined the latest leg CT scan reports, their faces lit with joy.

President Fu, we believe your legs will soon regain voluntary sensation.

Qiao Enen had fallen asleep again.

When she woke up, Fu Qianshan was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom.

Qiao Enen felt completely relieved.

She tried to get out of bed, but found she still couldn’t move.

Oh, right, she hadn’t maintained her persona yet. Even when asleep, she was supposed to call Fu Qianshan after waking up to express gratitude or longing.

Qiao Enen really didn’t want to.

It felt too awkward.

So, so awkward.

But without making the call, she couldn’t move.

After much deliberation, Qiao Enen finally relented.  Then can I at least bring Fu Qianshan a homemade lunch today? 

Of course you can.

The System exclaimed excitedly,  Host, you’re finally getting it! You’re learning to adapt to the situation and even make your actions more in line with your character’s persona. 

Thank you for the compliment.

Heh.

With this plan in mind, Qiao Enen’s body finally regained its mobility.

It was only then that she realized she was still wearing the same shirt and jeans she’d worn when she went out yesterday afternoon.

So Fu Qianshan didn’t do anything to me last night?

I didn’t expect this man to be so… proper?

I knew it! Aside from Fu Qianshan, there aren’t many decent men in this whole novel.

After breakfast, Qiao Enen settled onto the sofa, planning to play on her phone, when a call came through.

It was none other than the Original Host’s mother.

After a moment’s hesitation, Qiao Enen answered the call.

Enen, your birthday is in a couple of days. You must bring Qianshan home for dinner, do you hear me?

The middle-aged woman’s voice was gentle on the other end of the line. Your father has a promising project he’d like to discuss with Qianshan.

Birthday?

A scene flashed through Qiao Enen’s mind

iOn her birthday, Qiao Enen had intended to find her beloved Lu Yanhui, only to stumble upon him and the female lead, Jiang Yuening, together. Overcome with anger, heartbreak, and resentment, she had packed herself into a cardboard box and delivered herself to Fu Qianshan’s office as a gift. At that moment, the atmosphere in the president’s office was icy, and Fu Qianshan showed no interest in opening the present.

Eventually, Qiao Enen couldn’t bear the confinement any longer and spoke up, leading to her rescue from the box. However, the moment she was freed, Fu Qianshan immediately kicked her out./i

Qiao Enen …?

So, this was… an office role-play scenario that had been rejected?

Speaking of which, her birthday seemed to be the same as the Original Host’s?

The same day?

What a coincidence!

Enen, I’m talking to you.

The woman on the other end of the line grew impatient, her tone hardening. Remember to bring Qianshan back. Otherwise, you won’t be welcome in this house again.

Hanging up, Su Yingxue slammed her phone down in frustration and turned to her husband, who was reading the newspaper. That daughter of yours is so distant! She’s married to Fu Qianshan, yet she never leverages his influence for the family’s benefit. And she always refuses to bring him home when we ask!

I’m telling you, if she doesn’t bring my son-in-law back this time, whoever wants this daughter can have her.

Qiao Zhen, equally displeased, chimed in, You’re right. We can’t keep indulging her.

Just then, a beautifully dressed young woman skipped down the stairs from the second floor.

Mom, Dad, what are you talking about?

The girl playfully threw herself into Su Yingxue’s arms, cooing, Do you miss Sister? I miss her too! When are Sister and Brother-in-law coming back?

We’ll have her come back for her birthday in a few days.

Yay!

Oh, right! Today’s the big day you’re meeting Zhi Chuan. Let’s hurry and get going.

Su Yingxue patted her youngest daughter affectionately, then nudged Qiao Zhen with her foot. Let’s go. Don’t keep our daughter waiting for her important meeting.

The family of three happily left the house and arrived at an upscale Western restaurant.

From a distance, they spotted the refined and cultured man seated in a private booth by the window.

Lu Zhichuan was reviewing documents. After a moment, he signed his name and casually handed the papers to Secretary Qin, who stood nearby.

You’re always so busy, the middle-aged woman in the next seat clucked disapprovingly. You’re almost thirty. It’s time to start thinking about life’s important matters.

Aunt Su and her younger daughter will be joining us for dinner later. Don’t use work as an excuse to leave early again, understand?

Lu Zhichuan …Mom, you said you wanted me to have dinner with you.

That’s right, dinner with me. Lin Jingwan’s expression remained unchanged. If we happen to run into an old friend during dinner, can’t we invite them to join us?

Lu Zhichuan sighed helplessly. Mom, you know I don’t like Miss Qiao. There’s no need for this…

Over here, over here! The middle-aged woman waved enthusiastically at the doorway, her face beaming. Yingxue, come in! It’s been a while. Pingting looks even more beautiful than before. Aunt Lin is so happy to see you!

Aunt Lin, Qiao Pingting said shyly as she sat down beside Lin Jingwan. She glanced up timidly at Lu Zhichuan across the table. Brother Zhichuan, it’s been a while.

Lu Zhichuan gave a curt hmm and politely greeted Qiao Zhen and Su Yingxue.

Uncle Qiao, Aunt Su, Qiao Enen greeted.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed.

As they chatted, Lin Jingwan glanced toward the entrance and asked casually, Hmm? Isn’t that your Enen?

Hearing this, everyone at the table turned to look.

A young woman in a simple shirt and jeans was walking into the restaurant. Her steps were unhurried, radiating an inexplicable sense of ease and a composed, graceful demeanor.

She seemed quite different from the girl they remembered—the one who always fussed over every detail and competed fiercely for everything.

Su Yingxue almost didn’t recognize her eldest daughter at first glance.

Enen! Su Yingxue called out, waving.

Qiao Enen froze, turned her head, and saw a strange woman waving at her.

Just as she was wondering who this person was, the System chimed in These are the Original Host’s parents and younger sister.

Hmm? Is that male lead Lu Zhichuan next to them?

Qiao Enen noticed Lu Zhichuan at the same moment.

Their eyes met. Qiao Enen’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before a girl, bubbling with excitement, grabbed her hand.

Sister! What a coincidence! You’re here too!

Come sit with us!

Qiao Enen, being pulled toward the group’s table, could only think …?!

Her face clearly showed her resistance.

Who could have imagined that her simple desire to try the steak Fu Qianshan had ordered for her yesterday would lead to this…?

Wait a minute…

Judging by this scene, is Lu Zhichuan on a blind date with my sister? Doesn’t he like Jiang Yuening?

Men really are all the same. How can he be on a blind date when he already likes someone else?

Lu Zhichuan, who had been inexplicably dragged into this, remained silent.

Indeed, he shouldn’t have tolerated this behavior.

Why are you eating here? Alone?

A hint of disdain flashed in Su Yingxue’s eyes. You refuse to come home, yet you have the gall to dine out?

She then complained to her friend Lin Jingwan, This child has never been close to me. I wonder if her grandparents have been badmouthing me since she was little.

Qiao Enen chuckled in exasperation. Didn’t you say, Mom, that if my husband doesn’t come to your house, I’m not allowed to visit either?

Su Yingxue glared at her daughter in disbelief, shocked by her audacity. Is that how you speak to your mother?

Ignoring Su Yingxue’s ranting, Qiao Enen calmly retrieved her phone from her purse and made a call. Honey, where are you? I’m waiting for you to eat. Are you trying to starve your wife?

Great! I’ll meet you on the rooftop.

Hanging up, Qiao Enen gave Su Yingxue a polite smile. Sorry, Mom, my husband suddenly wants something else to eat. I won’t keep you company. See you next time.

Fortunately, Qiao Enen didn’t have to maintain her persona in front of her original host’s parents, or she would have been utterly exasperated.

In that brief glance earlier, Qiao Enen had clearly seen that the original host, like herself, was someone her parents didn’t care for.

That didn’t bother her much, but Su Yingxue shouldn’t have spoken ill of her grandfather.

Even if Su Yingxue was referring to the original host’s grandfather.

That was still unacceptable.

Qiao Enen turned and left the Western restaurant, completely ignoring the shock she left in her wake.

Su Yingxue was the most bewildered and furious. Look at this child! She doesn’t even respect me as her mother! Jingwan, what kind of daughter did I raise?

When her younger daughter tugged at her sleeve under the table, Su Yingxue snapped out of her anger and quickly changed her tone. Oh, why am I even saying these things?

By the way, didn’t you mention wanting to get a facial? Let’s go together!

Zhi Chuan, would you mind taking Pin Ting home later?

After these words, Su Yingxue and Lin Jingwan exchanged a knowing glance and left together.

While waiting for the elevator, Su Yingxue recalled her eldest daughter’s attitude today and secretly clenched her fists.

After seeing Lin Jingwan home, she would call Qiao Enen and give her a proper scolding.

Inside the restaurant, Qiao Zhen had also left the Western restaurant.

Now, only Lu Zhichuan and Qiao Pingting remained at the table.

Brother Zhichuan, I heard there’s a new movie out. Why don’t we go see it together after dinner?

Lu Zhichuan closed the documents in his hands and said politely, I’m sorry, I have work to attend to.

Qiao Pingting immediately replied, That’s okay. We can go another time.

I’ll wait until you’re free…

Miss Qiao, perhaps I wasn’t clear enough before, so I’ll say it again. Lu Zhichuan stood up, his demeanor gentle and refined, yet his rejection was unmistakable. There’s no possibility of a relationship between us. You shouldn’t waste your time on me.

Qiao Pingting’s face crumpled with hurt and resentment. Why?

Brother Zhichuan, I’ve liked you for so many years. Why won’t you even look at me? If you don’t like me, then tell me who you do like. Can I learn to be like her?

Before the girl could finish speaking, Lu Zhichuan suddenly heard the voice he’d overheard in this very restaurant last night

If he keeps not drugging Jiang Yuening, he might not be so bad after all. Maybe he’d even be a better match for her than Lu Yanhui?

At the same moment, the face of the girl who had been here earlier flashed through Lu Zhichuan’s mind.

After a moment of silence, he said flatly, I don’t have anyone I like.

Having said all he needed to say, Lu Zhichuan strode out of the Western restaurant.

Qiao Pingting watched his tall figure disappear, her palms clenching tightly.

A determined glint flashed in her eyes.

She would definitely catch up to Lu Zhichuan. She couldn’t possibly marry someone less impressive than Qiao Enen.

Besides, Fu Qianshan was disabled, while Lu Zhichuan had perfectly healthy legs. And considering the Lu Family’s assets were nearly on par with the Fu Family’s, she could round up and claim she’d married even better than Qiao Enen.

What did it matter that Qiao Enen had married the most powerful man in Suzhou City? Everyone knew Fu Qianshan didn’t care for her.

But she was different. From childhood, she’d always possessed everything her elder sister Qiao Enen had only dreamed of. So when it came to men, she would definitely be happier than her sister.

Yet, when she’d asked Lu Zhichuan if he had someone he liked, he’d paused. Could it be…?

Did he already have someone in his heart?

Impossible.

Aunt Lin had said Lu Zhichuan spent every day either working or traveling for work. There couldn’t be another woman in his life.

Remembering her sister Qiao Enen’s plan to wait for her brother-in-law Fu Qianshan on the rooftop, Qiao Pingting’s lips curled into a smug smile.

She was eager to see if her sister would actually manage to get Fu Qianshan to join her for dinner.

Meanwhile, in the underground parking garage of the mall…

Qiao Enen, who had claimed she was going to the rooftop to wait for Fu Qianshan, never made that call.

As if! He was the last person she wanted to see right now. Why would she call him?

Fine, she still had to deliver the bento box.

So Qiao Enen decided to grab some beef hotpot nearby, pack up the cooked ingredients, and be done with it.

But as she stepped out of the elevator, she unexpectedly caught sight of a familiar figure.

It was a slender, tall young man wearing faded jeans and a plain white T-shirt, topped with a black vest like those worn by restaurant servers.

His height and the youthful, stubborn lines of his shoulders and back were striking.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, the long, well-defined fingers that should have been beautiful were clenched into tight fists, as if he were desperately restraining himself.

Facing him stood a stylishly dressed young woman with flawless makeup.

Her chin tilted upward, her posture radiating undisguised arrogance. She held a card between her fingers, extending it toward the young man with condescending disdain.

Her voice, though not deliberately loud, carried a clear, contemptuous certainty Take it. Just nod, and your grandfather’s surgery fees will be covered.

Qiao Enen glanced at the scene and quickly looked away.

Qiao Enen had only paused briefly because the young man looked vaguely familiar.

Just as she was about to leave, she heard the young man behind her reject the offer with a cold, resolute voice I won’t take it. I may need money, but I also need my dignity. I won’t sell myself.

Qiao Enen’s heart jolted. What does that mean?

Forcing someone into prostitution in broad daylight?

In an instant, she felt herself being dragged back to her darkest, most helpless days.

Her grandfather had been gravely ill, and the crushing medical bills left her gasping for breath. She had been working tirelessly at a high-end Western restaurant when the owner’s good-for-nothing son began to target her.

That so-called schoolmate had approached her at her most desperate moment, offering his generous assistance with nauseating sincerity—three months of being at his beck and call, doing anything he asked…

She still remembered her unwavering refusal and the man’s enraged, twisted face after being rejected.

Bang! He had trapped her in the cramped storage room, his greasy, suffocatingly strong hands reaching for her…

The piercing slam of the door still seemed to echo in her ears, and the bone-deep fear and helplessness washed over her once more.

If the boss’s steady and upright eldest son hadn’t happened to pass by at that moment, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Even so, the incident left an indelible scar on Qiao Enen’s heart, making her loathe any form of power abuse or exploitation of vulnerability.

She never imagined that after transmigrating into this novel, she would witness such a strikingly similar scene firsthand.

Though she wasn’t the protagonist this time, the young man’s tense posture, clenched fists, and the humiliation and resilience in his voice resonated deeply with her. It was as if she were seeing a reflection of her former, nearly desperate self.

Qiao Enen took a deep, steadying breath.

She couldn’t stand by and watch him suffer.

So she asked the System,  Who is this person? 

 Lu Zhichuan’s younger sister,  the System replied.

Sister?

Qiao Enen’s heart sank.

Just as I suspected, Lu Zhichuan isn’t a good person, and neither is his sister? Like brother, like sister—abusing their family’s power to do whatever they please. It’s utterly…

Wen Yan, it’s just for a month.

Lu Qing’s voice rose sharply, her tone laced with offended anger. Ten thousand yuan for a month of your company isn’t enough? Fine, twenty thousand, or name your price—as long as it’s not outrageous, I, Lu Qing, can afford it.

She stepped closer, her gaze a blatant mix of mockery and threat. Besides, how simple is this request? Just one month. If you keep me satisfied for that month, I’ll give you whatever you want. And you know I’ve liked you since college. I wouldn’t make any unreasonable demands. What are you so afraid of? What’s with all the fuss?

Wen Yan’s body trembled, as if the word satisfy had stabbed him.

He jerked his head up, his clear eyes burning with fury, his lips pressed into a white line, his nails digging so deeply into his palms they nearly drew bl00d.

With every ounce of his willpower, he restrained himself from throwing a punch. I’ve already told you, I won’t sell myself. Lu Qing, give it up.

Hey, Wen Yan!

Lu Qing completely dropped her pretense, her delicate features twisting with fury. Don’t push your luck. You’re going to regret refusing my offer.

She slapped the card against Wen Yan’s chest with a menacing gesture. Let me make this clear if you dare reject me today, your half-dead grandfather will be kicked out of the hospital tonight. Believe it.

Wen Yan’s pupils constricted, his face draining of color. Lu Qing? What right do you have to do this?

What right? Lu Qing sneered, waving the card triumphantly. The hospital’s largest shareholder is my family. What are you going to do about it? Unhappy? Unconvinced? Fine. You still have time to change your mind. If you behave, I’ll ensure your grandfather receives the best treatment and care. But if you continue to be ungrateful…

Her voice trailed off, thick with menace.

Lu Qing.

A deep, resonant male voice cut through the silence of the parking lot, neither loud nor soft, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.

The arrogant Lu Qing froze, her imperious expression instantly hardening into a mask of panic.

She whirled around in a frenzy.

Lu Zhichuan stood a few steps away, having appeared unnoticed.

The dim parking lot lights cast harsh, angular shadows across his tall, imposing figure. His impeccably tailored dark suit amplified his overwhelming presence, making him seem even more formidable.

His expression was impassive, his gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses as calm as still water, yet carrying an all-seeing pressure. His eyes swept lightly over Lu Qing and the bank card in her hand before settling on Wen Yan’s tense, pale face.

B-Brother? What are you doing here? Lu Qing’s voice dropped several octaves, her guilty hand instinctively hiding the bank card behind her back. She frantically signaled Wen Yan to leave quickly and keep quiet.

Wen Yan felt Lu Zhichuan’s gaze and tensed even further, clenching his jaw.

Humiliation, anger, worry for his grandfather…

A maelstrom of emotions churned within him, ultimately solidifying into a deeper silence.

He didn’t look at Lu Qing, nor did he meet Lu Zhichuan’s eyes. Summoning every ounce of strength to preserve his last shred of dignity, he turned and walked away without a word, fleeing this suffocating place.

Lu Qing watched Wen Yan leave, letting out a sigh of relief. But facing her elder brother’s invisible pressure, she felt a chill creep down her neck and her scalp tingle. Forcing a smile, she tried to act as if nothing had happened. Brother, it’s nothing. I was just… chatting with a classmate…

Lu Zhichuan ignored her clumsy attempt at deception.

His gaze, though calm and unwavering, sent a bone-chilling cold through her.

I don’t want to see this happen again, he said, his voice low but each word clear, carrying an unmistakable resolve. If it does, I’ll send you abroad with half your allowance. Any further incidents will double the punishment.

You know I mean what I say.

Lu Qing gasped, her face draining of color. Brother, I…

Of course she knew.

In the Lu Family, her brother held absolute authority. If he truly intended to punish her, even their mother’s intervention would be futile.

But Lu Zhichuan gave her no chance to plead further. He turned, casting a subtle glance toward the parking lot entrance, and walked to his car. He got in, started the engine, and drove away.

Near the parking lot entrance, Qiao Enen, who had witnessed the entire scene, was utterly astonished.

Is that… Lu Zhichuan?

Wow, he’s so handsome.

In the back seat of the car, Lu Zhichuan, who was about to exit the parking garage, frowned slightly at the vaguely familiar voice in his head.

Why did Mrs. Fu have such a negative impression of him?

Why did she keep calling him bad?

Qin Shi, how’s the investigation I asked you to conduct progressing?

Qin Shi, seated in the front passenger seat, paused briefly before replying respectfully, President Lu, it will likely take another month or so.

It had only been a day since the request. Why was his usually calm and composed boss suddenly so impatient?

Fortunately, President Lu merely grunted in acknowledgment and said nothing more.

Meanwhile, Qiao Enen finally remembered the young man was the one who had helped her cut her steak yesterday!

As expected, everyone loves a cute puppy.

Should she offer to help?

Judging by their earlier conversation, the surgery costs must be substantial.

But she didn’t know him. Would it be strange to offer assistance out of the blue?

Then again, if it hadn’t been for the kindness of the eldest son of a stranger, she wouldn’t have been able to pay for her grandfather’s surgery.

Kindness should be passed on.

Having made up her mind, Qiao Enen returned to the entrance of the Western restaurant on the fifth floor.

To avoid encountering the Original Host’s parents again, she specifically asked a staff member at the entrance for assistance.

She handed an envelope to a staff member, asking them to deliver it to a waiter named Wen Yan.

Then she turned and left.

Wen Yan had just finished a call with his grandmother, who said the hospital was pressing for surgery fees again, fearing his grandfather wouldn’t last much longer.

After hanging up, Wen Yan felt a wave of frustration.

Just as he was feeling helpless, guilty, and heartbroken, a colleague approached and handed him an envelope, saying it was from a woman.

Puzzled, Wen Yan opened the envelope and found a card and a note inside.

The note read There’s no obstacle in life you can’t overcome. Keep going, young man. Your future will be brighter. I don’t know if the money on this card will cover your family’s surgery fees, but here’s the PIN. No need to thank me.

Staring at the crooked handwriting on the note, Wen Yan rushed out of the kitchen in shock.

But when he ran outside the restaurant, there was no sign of anyone who looked out of the ordinary.

Qiao Enen, having done a good deed anonymously, felt immensely relieved.

Then the System reminded her Host, weren’t you supposed to deliver a heartfelt bento box to the villainous CEO?

Qiao Enen ……

Well, can I skip it?

The answer was, of course, no.

Fine. All this running around has made me hungry. I’ll just grab something to eat somewhere.

Just as Qiao Enen was about to enter a Sichuan restaurant, her phone rang. The caller ID showed Qiao Pingting.

Qiao Pingting?

The Original Host’s younger sister?

Qiao Enen answered the call. What do you want?

Sister, Qiao Pingting said from the other end, Mom and Dad had to leave unexpectedly. I’m at the private dining restaurant. Let’s have dinner together, just the two of us. Your husband won’t mind, right?

Qiao Enen paused, confused.

She only said that to be sarcastic! She had no intention of actually eating at the private dining restaurant!

Oh, he does mind, Qiao Enen replied flatly, and hung up.

According to the System, the Original Host was disliked by her parents and didn’t care for her younger sister.

Qiao Pingting, in turn, disliked the Original Host but always pretended to be deeply devoted to her. When the Original Host pushed her away, she would feign distress and run to their parents to complain, further souring their opinion of the Original Host.

I’ve reviewed the Original Host’s memories,/i the System said. iOnce, when she was little, she genuinely wanted to play with her sister. But four-year-old Qiao Pingting pretended to trip and falsely accused the Original Host of pushing her.

After a brief search, the System added,  From that moment on, the Original Host saw through her sister’s true nature and grew to despise her. 

Qiao Enen frowned deeply.

The Original Host’s experiences mirrored her own almost exactly.

Could it really be that miraculous?

Could this be the real reason I was chosen to transmigrate into this novel and follow the plot?

As Qiao Enen was lost in thought, Qiao Pingting, panting heavily from running, blocked her path.

Sister? Why did you hang up on me? Qiao Pingting feigned surprise, glancing around at Qiao Enen’s surroundings. Where’s Brother-in-law? Why are you alone? Could it be he never even…

The unspoken words hung in the air, their meaning painfully clear.

Qiao Enen was speechless.

I shouldn’t have come out today.

It’s all my fault for being so greedy.

Whatever.

As long as I’m not embarrassed, then it’s not my problem. What’s there to be afraid of?

Ignoring Qiao Pingting, Qiao Enen tried to leave, but was blocked again.

Sister, why do you always dislike me? Qiao Pingting whined, her voice dripping with false grievance. I’m your sister, your closest sister.

Even if Brother-in-law doesn’t like you, don’t take it out on me, okay?

Qiao Enen couldn’t help but laugh, exasperated by Qiao Pingting’s theatrical performance.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. You’re right about everything.

Qiao Enen clutched her chest, feigning heartbreak. Your brother-in-law doesn’t like me at all. I love him so much, but he doesn’t even like me back. What am I supposed to do? Can you tell me? If you can make him like me, I’ll call you ‘Sister,’ okay?

As for taking my anger out on you, you’ve misunderstood. I simply don’t like you. I never intended to vent my anger on you.

Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you satisfied now?

Sister—

You’re taking your anger out on me again! I’ve already told you, it’s not my fault your brother-in-law doesn’t like you. If you’re so capable, make him like you! What’s the point of venting your anger on me?

Qiao Enen’s head throbbed at the sound of that Sister.

Heavens, Fu Qianshan usually appears out of nowhere!

Why isn’t he here now?

Fu Qianshan, come to my rescue!

Your Empress needs you desperately right now!

Before her silent complaints could fully form, Qiao Enen heard a familiar voice.

Who’s spreading rumors that I don’t like my wife?

The man’s voice wasn’t loud, almost calm, but its deep, cold tone carried an undeniable authority that silenced the surrounding air.

Qiao Enen turned around.

A wheelchair carrying Fu Qianshan, who had appeared unnoticed, stood just a few steps away.

Today, he wore a simple shirt beneath a custom-tailored, ink-black suit that exuded refined elegance. His deep, dark eyes met hers with a chilling lack of warmth, yet radiated an overwhelming sense of authority.

Though seated in a wheelchair, his cold, arrogant, and noble aura made it impossible to meet his gaze directly.

Qiao Enen’s eyes lit up.

She immediately ran toward him.

The girl’s glossy black hair flew behind her, her cheeks flushed with joy. Her captivating eyes remained fixed on the man in the approaching wheelchair. Her brows arched, her lips curved into a sweet, honey-like smile, and her entire being radiated a dazzling light.

Fu Qianshan? You’re here!

Qiao Enen, in high spirits, cupped the man’s face and planted a loud kiss on his cheek.

Afterward, she turned to glance at Qiao Pingting, whose face had turned ashen nearby, and raised an eyebrow.

If you hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have been able to go home anymore, Qiao Enen pouted playfully.

Wife, you’re mistaken, the man replied calmly. Your home is at Royal View Courtyard, or… any place I choose to buy in your name. Understand?