My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 3

Qiao En’en had a particularly beautiful dream.

In her dream, she was lying on a sun-drenched beach, having received a year-end bonus of a hundred million yuan.

A gentle breeze rustled through the air, and the warm sunlight bathed her in comfort.

It was pure bliss.

But then a man appeared.

Tall and refined, with a perfect physique, he let her do whatever she pleased.

The only odd thing was that he looked somewhat like Fu Qianshan from the novel, leaving Qiao En’en momentarily bewildered.

But that didn’t matter.

What mattered was the man’s indescribably alluring physique. Even the fingers that cupped her chin were long, slender, and exquisitely defined.

The man murmured in a deep, resonant voice, Do you find me attractive?

Yes.

Shy yet trembling, Qiao En’en reached for his belt, her curiosity burning to see what lay beneath.

Suddenly, he leaned close to her ear, his warm, seductive voice whispering, Qiao En’en…

In that instant, Qiao En’en had already imagined the names of their future children.

But just as she blushed and her heart raced as she unbuckled his belt, a shocking warmth surged through her nostrils.

She gasped in horror.

Good… good…

So big, so terrifying.

Run, run!

I can’t handle a man this… intense.

Just as she turned to flee, she was pulled into his arms.

In that instant, facing him, Qiao En’en stared in shock at the man in the wheelchair.

Didn’t Madam Fu say she’d help me?

I can.

His voice was deep and husky, his gaze burning and intense.

Qiao En’en’s heart trembled under his gaze.

Madam Fu?

What Madam Fu?

Wait…

Are you Fu Qianshan?

Only just realized?

Before Qiao En’en could react, his large hands gripped her waist.

With a slight squeeze, he lifted her, already trapped in his arms, and prepared to set her on his lap.

Ah—!

No—!

Qiao En’en shoved him away, terrified she might succumb.

The force of her push sent her stumbling backward, her back hitting empty air. She landed hard on the floor, the sharp pain in her buttocks jolting her awake.

Qiao En’en opened her eyes in annoyance, muttering, How could it be so big? That’s terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

Phew… thank goodness it was just a dream… but why would I have such a bizarre one…?

Then, she looked up and met the deep, fathomless gaze of the man in the wheelchair.

Qiao En’en froze, her mind blank.

Ahhh! Did Fu Qianshan chase me out of my dream? No!

Wait… is this… real?

Before Qiao En’en could process her thoughts, the man’s deep, dangerous voice, thick with oppressive authority, reached her ears Qiao En’en—

Perhaps it was her imagination, but Qiao En’en sensed that these few words were forced out through clenched teeth, as if the man in the wheelchair was suppressing a furious breath.

His gaze, fixed on her, was icy, sinister, and utterly intimidating.

Guilt-ridden, Qiao En’en suddenly found it hard to breathe. Y-yes, I’m here.

Mr. Fu, what are you doing in my room…?

Wait, this isn’t her room?

Qiao En’en looked around, utterly bewildered.

Why was she in Fu Qianshan’s room?

And lying on his sofa?

Her body tensed involuntarily.

Then she heard the System’s voice in her mind  Host, you were sleepwalking. 

Qiao En’en  …?! 

So she had come to Fu Qianshan’s room on her own?

She glanced at the man in the wheelchair before her.

His gaze was dark and brooding, the veins on the back of his hand bulging as he gripped the armrest tightly.

It was clear he was struggling to control his temper.

Qiao En’en reasonably suspected that if he weren’t confined to a wheelchair, she would have been thrown out by now.

But Qiao En’en underestimated her arranged marriage husband.

Even in a wheelchair, Fu Qianshan could easily toss her out if he wanted to.

The air hung heavy with silence, suffocatingly oppressive.

Guilty and flustered by her bizarre dream, Qiao En’en didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly.

Waaah, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have read that smut before bed. Now I’ve had such a weird dream.

Huh? He… doesn’t need help anymore?

Despite her thoughts, the man before her was undeniably handsome. Even though his deep, dark gaze felt as dangerous and predatory as a wild beast eyeing its prey, still…

It didn’t diminish the man’s beauty in the slightest.

His eyes were as dark as ink, almost too beautiful his nose was high and straight, his lips full and inviting. The prominent Adam’s apple was particularly alluring, making her want to bite it.

Everything about him was flawless, as if the Creator had meticulously sculpted every feature on his body, so perfect it made her want to commit a crime.

Qiao En’en, still flushed from her recent erotic dream, felt her cheeks burn.

Her gaze, against her will, drifted downward.

Wait, it shouldn’t be that big…

Qiao En’en!

Huh?

A shadow fell across Qiao En’en’s shoulder.

In an instant, the man in the wheelchair leaned closer, his impeccably refined face now inches from hers. The crisp, refreshing scent emanating from him washed over her unexpectedly.

Qiao En’en’s heart skipped a beat.

The air between them suddenly grew inexplicably charged.

Her thoughts began to blur, a faint blush rising on her delicate, pale cheeks.

But when she met the man’s cold, piercing gaze, her mind snapped back into focus.

Her brain racing, Qiao En’en immediately and discreetly pinched her thigh hard, hoping the pain would force tears to well up, making her appear wronged and pitiful.

But to her surprise, she felt absolutely no pain.

Wasn’t I pinching hard enough? Or did I not use enough force?

Qiao En’en frowned and continued pinching her thigh with increasing force, yet still felt nothing.

Then, it suddenly dawned on her she couldn’t feel pain at all.

Qiao En’en Damn this superpower.

Left with no other choice, she had to force herself to endure.

Qiao En’en secretly savored the bitter, helpless feeling of being gazed upon with reproach by the man she loved.

Unaware, the man beside her unconsciously reached out to touch her seemingly normal thigh, his hand hovering over the wheelchair armrest.

Upon hearing Qiao En’en’s thoughts, he closed his eyes tightly.

So, he really was taking her pain for her.

Why?

Confusion and disbelief swirled in the depths of his eyes.

He looked at the girl before him, who was now fully immersed in her act.

Qiao En’en gazed at him with tender affection, gently biting her lower lip. Her soft voice carried a hint of heartache and resignation I’m sorry, Fu Qianshan. I… I just love you too much.

Even when sleepwalking, I unconsciously came to your room. I know you’re angry, but please don’t be. I’ll leave right away.

But!

At this crucial moment, she found herself frozen in place again.

So, I can’t just say I want to leave?

Fu Qianshan’s brow furrowed deeply, his mind racing with unanswered questions. The pain in his calves and thighs only intensified his frustration. His gaze turned frighteningly cold.

Is this woman lying so casually now?

Reflecting on Qiao En’en’s actions over the past month since their arranged marriage—including her current behavior—Fu Qianshan had to admit they could indeed be described as love.

Except…

Fu Qianshan casually glanced up and saw the girl who had just declared she was leaving now beaming sweetly at him.

Qiao En’en’s beauty was breathtaking. When she smiled, her captivating peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a misty glow, their upturned corners radiating lively playfulness. Her long lashes fluttered gently, framing a face both charmingly innocent and alluringly tender.

But the moment their eyes met, she immediately lowered her lashes in feigned shyness, perfectly portraying the image of a woman overwhelmed with joy at seeing her beloved, yet anxious about potential disapproval.

If one overlooked the subtle, icy detachment in her eyes, the performance might have seemed more convincing.

The man’s cold gaze deepened, growing heavier.

Has Qiao En’en changed somehow?

Or had he never truly known her?

Never mind. He had more pressing matters to unravel—the shared pain and the ability to hear her thoughts.

Meanwhile, Qiao En’en, noticing the man’s intense, silent stare and the unfathomable complexity swirling in his dark eyes, wondered inwardly What’s Fu Qianshan thinking?

Let me go! If you don’t let me leave, I might actually stay!

Just empty talk.

But in the man’s complex gaze, a suffocating warning flashed instantly.

Qiao En’en’s inner teasing tightened  Ahem, this man’s eyes are terrifying, like he wants to devour me whole. 

She recalled the dream where this man had held her slender waist, preparing to seat her on…

Fu Qianshan, who was currently forced to hear and see Qiao En’en’s thoughts and feelings, couldn’t understand why he was feeling her pain. His already cold face grew even more frigid and piercing.

The scrutiny in his eyes faded, replaced by a restrained, icy warning Qiao En’en—

What nonsense is this woman thinking about all day?

Then, Gu Qingze watched as the woman, whose mind seemed filled only with colorful fantasies, blinked her innocent, sincere, and watery eyes, her voice soft as she replied, Mmm-hmm, I’m here.

Her smile was so sweet it could drip with honey, like a ripe peach waiting to be kissed.

Fu Qianshan …How long do you plan to lie here?

Get back to your own room.

Realizing her mistake belatedly, Qiao En’en Oh, okay.

She scrambled off the sofa in a flurry of movements, then, prompted by the System, cast Fu Qianshan a lingering, affectionate gaze.

Reluctantly, she scurried out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Fu Qianshan’s previously relaxed body gradually tensed again in his wheelchair.

Realizing something, his pitch-black eyes turned as cold as the deep sea.

Gradually, the clarity his cold shower had brought to his gaze was once again veiled by suppressed flames.

In an instant, this suppressed desire surged into scorching heat.

Fu Qianshan’s hand tightened on the wheelchair armrest, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

After a moment, his gaze lowered beneath his lashes, settling on the leather belt.

He casually yanked it off and tossed it aside in disdain.

The expensive belt arced gracefully through the air before landing in the distant trash can.

Qiao En’en…

What secrets are you hiding?

And what exactly are you planning?

Meanwhile, back in her room, Qiao En’en splashed cold water on her face to cool down.

She vowed never to read smut again.

It’s too terrifying.

Fortunately, after this brief episode, Qiao En’en slept soundly and peacefully through the night, dreamless.

She didn’t wake until eight o’clock the next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window as she stretched luxuriously, got up, and washed her face.

Just as she finished changing, a series of knocks echoed at the door 咚咚咚咚

Qiao En’en frowned.

When she opened the door, she saw a delicately dressed, petite girl standing haughtily in the doorway.

The girl glanced at Qiao En’en’s bare-faced yet strikingly beautiful face and scoffed with malicious glee, Sleeping alone again? How pathetic…

Qiao En’en ……

According to the novel’s plot, this was Fu Mingli, Fu Qianshan’s cousin. Spoiled and pampered, she constantly sought opportunities for her best friend to meet Fu Qianshan, knowing her friend harbored romantic feelings for him.

Fu Mingli’s best friend was none other than the female lead, Jiang Yuening.

Qiao En’en ……Your brother always hugs me in his sleep. It’s exhausting, so I prefer sleeping alone. What’s wrong with that?

Fu Mingli paid no attention to Qiao En’en’s words, merely falling into her habitual mockery What do you think? Sleeping alone…

Wait, what did you say? My brother hugs you in his sleep? And you’re the one sleeping alone? Fu Mingli’s eyes widened in shock. ?

Anticipating Fu Mingli’s reaction, Qiao En’en shrugged with amusement. Exactly what you’re thinking. It’s not that Fu Qianshan doesn’t want to sleep with me—it’s that I don’t want to sleep with him.

Heh, you have no proof anyway.

In the next moment, a faint sound came from the neighboring room. A tall, slender figure in a wheelchair rolled into Qiao En’en’s line of sight.

She turned her head and met Fu Qianshan’s cold, piercing gaze.