My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 5

Qiao En’en had no idea that the man sitting on her lap, whom she was unconsciously clutching around the neck in her nervousness, could hear her inner thoughts.

The surrounding air seemed to thicken, as if even time itself had slowed.

The problem was, given her devoted lover persona, she couldn’t simply get off on her own. She had to wait for Fu Qianshan to push her away.

Qiao En’en felt a pang of melancholy.

Her gaze drifted to the man’s prominent, sensual Adam’s apple and his strikingly handsome, pale, and alluring face.

Her melancholy deepened.

There was no denying it Fu Qianshan was simply too beautiful.

Fu Qianshan, hurry up and push me off.

Please, just move your hand and push me off.

When she finally looked up, she met his icy, dark eyes, their chill piercing to the bone.

Qiao En’en froze, belatedly realizing—This is the cold, sinister, and deeply scheming villain from the novel, the one who eventually kicked her out!

Yet here she was, sitting on his lap, brazenly ignoring his orders, refusing to get off.

Her heart clenched, her body stiffening. …

Waaah, no, no, it’s not my fault! I can’t help it!

Then, Qiao En’en saw Fu Qianshan’s lips, taut with suppressed coldness, part slightly. Have you had enough?

Get down.

His magnetic voice carried no warmth, low and restrained, as if a frigid wind from hell had swept over her.

Qiao En’en shivered involuntarily. Seeing his finger about to touch her, she immediately slid off his lap, as if Fu Qianshan had pushed her away.

She immediately pouted, her charming peach-blossom eyes shimmering with tears. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall on you.

But honestly, if Fu Qianshan hadn’t suddenly turned around, I wouldn’t have fallen into his arms.

And he took so long to push me off.

Fu Qianshan ……

How dare this woman even think such things?

She refused to get off herself, and now she’s acting like she’s the one who’s been wronged?

Seated in his wheelchair, Fu Qianshan tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping down upon the woman who had taken advantage of him and was now mentally accusing him.

The woman possessed breathtaking beauty.

Her eyes, soft as water, held an indescribable radiance when she gazed at someone with deep affection.

Her skin, fair and delicate with a rosy undertone, was enhanced by light makeup that accentuated her natural beauty, adding a touch of playfulness to her gentle demeanor.

A perfectly tailored, figure-hugging dress clung to her graceful curves, striking a balance between vibrant confidence and serene elegance.

At that moment, she gazed at him silently, her soft lips pressed together as if silently pleading.

A complex light flickered in her watery eyes—anticipation, unease, and a hint of forced composure.

She seemed genuinely anxious and apologetic, yet also wistfully expectant.

If Fu Qianshan hadn’t been able to hear her true thoughts and detect the subtle coldness in her eyes, her act might have been more convincing.

Fu Qianshan’s icy gaze deepened.

Yet the woman continued to grumble inwardly.

I have to admit, Fu Qianshan is really good-looking. Even when he’s angry, he’s still handsome.

How can someone be this good-looking? He’s got a face straight out of a 3D model.

Having a man like this as my husband… doesn’t sound so bad after all.

Okay, I admit it—I’m just a shallow person who only cares about looks.

The man in the wheelchair chuckled in exasperation.

This is the love my arranged marriage wife has for me?

A facade of deep affection, yet utterly hollow inside?

Watching the woman bite her lip guiltily, looking pitifully at him for his lack of response, Fu Qianshan raised an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. Qiao En’en, what’s the rush to leave?

His tone was icy, carrying an oppressive aura of danger.

Qiao En’en was waiting for the man in the wheelchair to say, It’s fine, so she could leave.

Truth be told, she was starving.

She’d been dragged here for examinations first thing in the morning without any breakfast. How could she not be hungry?

But then Fu Qianshan suddenly said, Let’s eat.

Qiao En’en was stunned. Eat?

Of course, after we eat, I’ll also…

She didn’t get a chance to finish her mental rant about shopping and buying things. The man’s already cold gaze turned icy in an instant, his dark eyes like the most bitter winter wind, radiating an undeniable, oppressive authority.

In that moment, everything around them seemed to freeze, even the air itself solidifying under his chilling gaze.

Qiao En’en—

The man’s deep voice was icily menacing, carrying a clear warning You’d better remember your place.

Qiao En’en stared blankly. …?

My… place?

I’m Madam Fu, what’s wrong with that?

Seeing the man’s silent, cold sneer and the dangerous lift of his eyelids, as if to say, You’d better know, Qiao En’en felt a chill run down her spine.

Qiao En’en ……

Fu Qianshan, the ultimate villain, was exactly as described in the novel capricious, with a mind as deep as the ocean.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand.

Then I won’t eat?

But I’m so hungry, waaaah! Does Fu Qianshan want to starve his wife to death?

Qiao En’en lowered her head, her heart heavy.

She was truly starving.

You’d better actually be hungry, Fu Qianshan’s nonchalant, cold voice reached her ears.

He turned and entered the elevator, accompanied by Special Assistant Chen.

Before the elevator doors closed, Qiao En’en forced a smile, maintaining her devoted wife persona.

As soon as the doors shut, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Glancing at her carefully re-bandaged calf, Qiao En’en cheerfully left the hospital and headed straight for a nearby luxury shopping mall.

After a simple but lavish breakfast, she gleefully launched into a shopping spree.

Bags, clothes, jewelry—she bought whatever caught her eye, without worrying about the cost.

After all, she still had a monthly income of five million yuan, and once she completed the novel’s plot, she’d receive a year-end bonus of one hundred million yuan.

It was absolutely exhilarating.

To be honest, before transmigrating into this novel, she wouldn’t have dared to dream of such extravagance, even in her wildest fantasies.

Moreover, to prevent her injured leg from bleeding again, she had rented a wheelchair on the first floor and spent the entire afternoon having someone push her around the mall.

By the end of the afternoon, her leg didn’t hurt at all.

She had to admit, being rich felt amazing.

After finishing her shopping, Qiao En’en carried her bags to the top floor of the mall, eager to try the exclusive private restaurant there.

She’d heard a meal here could easily cost over ten thousand yuan.

She absolutely had to try it.

But as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she ran into two girls standing at the elevator entrance.

One of them was Fu Mingli.

Fu Mingli glanced at the bags in Qiao En’en’s hands with feigned surprise, her tone dripping with schadenfreude. Weren’t you out with my brother? What happened? Did he ditch you halfway through? And you’re carrying all these bags alone with an injured leg?

Ever since Qiao En’en left the Fu family mansion with Fu Mingli’s brother, Fu Mingli had been meeting up with Jiang Yuening.

Initially, Jiang Yuening was reluctant to go out, as she was swamped with work.

It took Fu Mingli’s persistent persuasion to finally get her to agree.

Fu Mingli immediately called Special Assistant Chen and, upon learning that Qiao En’en was at the mall, dragged Jiang Yuening along to witness the spectacle.

As expected, Qiao En’en was struggling alone, lugging a mountain of shopping bags. A white bandage wrapped her lower leg, making her look utterly pitiful.

Fu Mingli exchanged a gleeful glance with the girl beside her.

Jiang Yuening shook her head disapprovingly and stepped forward to comfort Qiao En’en. En’en, don’t listen to Mingli’s nonsense. You must be exhausted carrying all this. Let me help you. Since we ran into each other, how about we grab a bite together?

Qiao En’en stared blankly at the girl’s sweet smile, her mind racing Who is this beautiful woman…?

Wasn’t today supposed to be a plot-free day for me?

Just then, a scene flashed through Qiao En’en’s mind Qiao En’en, heartbroken, wanders through the mall and bumps into Fu Mingli and Jiang Yuening. Jiang Yuening accidentally spills her coffee, nearly drenching Fu Qianshan, who happens to be passing by.

In a fit of anger, Qiao En’en grabbed Fu Qianshan and tried to kiss him, but he subtly pushed her away.

Qiao En’en …?

A plot twist while shopping?

Wait, Fu Qianshan just happened to be passing by?

Yes, Host. He’ll probably be here soon.

In the novel, Fu Qianshan was supposed to be meeting a client at this private restaurant. But all you need to do is maintain your persona as someone deeply in love with him.

Ah, I see.

Qiao En’en glanced at the female lead, Jiang Yuening.

As the universally beloved female lead of the entire novel, Jiang Yuening naturally possessed extraordinary beauty and an ethereal aura.

Most importantly, she had a gentle and kind personality, speaking in soft, delicate tones like a little princess who had descended from the heavens, radiating a fragile vulnerability that made everyone want to protect her.

Given her status as the universally beloved female lead, it was only natural that many men would fall for her at first sight.

This included the male lead, as well as a variety of male supporting characters.

In the novel, the male lead was a rising star in the investment world, having climbed to the top through his own efforts.

He was elegant and refined, with a cool and scholarly demeanor. Ever since meeting Jiang Yuening, his heart had been completely devoted to her, completely unconcerned by her entanglements with multiple male supporting characters and her lingering affection for Fu Qianshan, her white moonlight.

In the end, the devoted male lead defeated his rivals and achieved a happy ending with the universally beloved female lead.

At this moment, the female lead, Jiang Yuening, still had her heart completely set on Fu Qianshan.

No need, thank you. I can manage myself, Jiang Yuening insisted.

But your leg is injured…

Speaking of which, how did you hurt your leg? Fu Mingli noticed the problem. Could it be… you tried to get into my brother’s bed and he beat you?

Qiao En’en stared blankly.

This little sister has quite the imagination.

Hurry up and answer! Why are you spacing out? How did you get hurt?

Qiao En’en remained silent.

If I say I cut myself with a small knife, would Fu Mingli believe me? But why would there be a sharp blade by Fu Qianshan’s bathtub?

The System explained,  Fu Qianshan was targeted in an assassination attempt years ago, so he keeps a blade nearby for protection. 

Ah, that makes sense.

Host, Fu Qianshan is approaching.

The System continued,  Soon, Jiang Yuening will be stopped by Fu Qianshan’s special assistant. She’ll accidentally fall onto him, then go to a bar to drown her sorrows. There, she’ll meet the male lead, who will cradle the drunken Jiang Yuening in his arms. 

What?!

This stunning female lead accidentally falls onto the special assistant of the man she loves?

This is… incredibly awkward.

No wonder the female lead was heartbroken and had gotten drunk.

Qiao En’en glanced at Jiang Yuening, who was standing beside her, gazing at her with clear, gentle eyes.

The elevator doors opened, and Qiao En’en saw the elegant and poised Jiang Yuening politely greet Fu Qianshan Mr. Fu?

What a coincidence.

Before the words had even left her lips, Jiang Yuening’s foot suddenly slipped, and the coffee she was holding lurched unexpectedly toward the man in the wheelchair.

Seeing this, Fu Qianshan, who had just stepped out of the elevator, frowned deeply.

Then, he heard a familiar voice in his mind

Wow, is he about to get drenched?

Where will Fu Qianshan get wet?

His shirt? Or… below his belt?

I’m kind of excited.

Ahem, Fu Qianshan’s glare is terrifying. Definitely can’t kiss him. Definitely not.

Fu Qianshan, who had just exited the elevator and witnessed a woman lunging at him with coffee, was speechless.

And his arranged marriage wife was standing beside him, eagerly anticipating the spectacle?

His shirt? Below his belt?

And she’s saying she can’t kiss him?

Does this woman even realize what she’s thinking?

Yet, Fu Qianshan saw his arranged marriage wife—the one who was mentally declaring she definitely can’t kiss him—move faster than Special Assistant Chen and catch the woman lunging at him in a tight embrace.

She blinked her innocent, watery eyes at him again.

Her smile was as sweet as a ripe peach, as if she were about to pounce and kiss him at any moment.

The man in the wheelchair narrowed his eyes dangerously.