My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 6

Qiao En’en’s thinking was simple.

The female lead was currently a blank slate, beautiful and kind-hearted. For her to suddenly throw herself at the special assistant of the man she liked would be utterly mortifying.

How could she ever face the man she admired again?

So, when Qiao En’en saw Special Assistant Chen instinctively step in front of Fu Qianshan, her body reacted before her mind could process it—she immediately grabbed Jiang Yuening.

But the moment she did, the surrounding air froze.

All eyes involuntarily turned to Qiao En’en.

Especially Fu Mingli and Jiang Yuening.

Neither of them had expected Qiao En’en to help Jiang Yuening at such a critical moment.

After all, it was clear to everyone that Jiang Yuening was about to throw herself not at Fu Qianshan, but at Special Assistant Chen, who had been trained to react instantly and protect Fu Qianshan.

Th-thank…

Jiang Yuening’s voice was soft, her panicked eyes fixed on the petite yet surprisingly strong girl. Thank you.

As for Qiao En’en,

Wow, Jiang Yuening isn’t just beautiful—her waist is impossibly slender! Now I finally understand what a handful truly means.

And up close, her skin is so soft and her cheeks so tender… I just want to pinch them!

Qiao En’en was a beauty herself, looking almost identical to her current appearance before she transmigrated. This was why she adapted to her new role so quickly.

But even beauties admire other beauties.

Qiao En’en’s eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. You’re welcome.

Immediately, the System chimed in  Host, your plot has begun. 

Qiao En’en ……

Oh, right! I almost forgot.

The very moment she released Jiang Yuening’s slender waist, Qiao En’en turned, forcing a smile as she gazed at the man in the wheelchair with feigned tenderness. She took deliberate steps toward him.

Completely oblivious, Jiang Yuening, the female lead whom Qiao En’en had just protected, watched her petite, slender back with a slight frown. Her eyes were filled with surprise and confusion, yet a suspicious blush crept across her fair cheeks.

At that moment, Qiao En’en’s entire focus was on Fu Qianshan.

It had to be said Fu Qianshan was undeniably breathtakingly handsome.

His features were exceptionally refined, and the impeccably tailored black bespoke suit clung to his body, exuding both sharp elegance and scholarly grace.

The man’s skin was a classic cool-toned white. The warm-toned lights from the luxury mall’s ceiling bathed him in a soft, hazy glow, softening his inherently cold and dangerous features.

Yet, deep within his profound eyes lurked an indescribable chill.

These two contrasting auras clashed and merged within him, compounded by his innate nobility and aloofness, creating a unique aura of restrained sensuality that held one’s gaze captive.

He was like a born king.

Even with his legs disabled and confined to a wheelchair, his cold arrogance and regal bearing shone even more brilliantly, commanding reverence.

Qiao En’en’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing uncontrollably.

This man is too alluring. I kind of want to kiss him.

Wait, what was she thinking?

He might be handsome, but he wasn’t hers.

To distract herself from these wayward thoughts, Qiao En’en quickly shifted the topic in her mind Ahem, where should I go later? Since Fu Qianshan won’t be coming back to my place, maybe I’ll check out a bar tonight? I wonder what the 188 Club is like here?

Ahem, still the 188 Club, then? I’ve never been before. Time to broaden my horizons. Money buys happiness, and I’ll get my fill of abs. Hehe.

Lost in her daydreams, Qiao En’en didn’t notice the man she was leaning closer to suddenly turn cold.

Fu Qianshan, what brings you here?

Qiao En’en, now beside his wheelchair, asked the obvious, grasping for conversation.

Before he could answer, she wrapped her arms around his neck, batting her innocent, wide eyes and flashing a smile as sweet as a ripe peach. I’ve missed you so much. Kiss me…

Breathe, deep breaths, deep breaths, deeper breaths.

Hmm? Why isn’t Fu Qianshan pushing me away yet?

Qiao En’en fretted inwardly.

Outwardly, she had no choice but to gaze adoringly at the man in the wheelchair, leaning in with her soft lips pursed and eyes closed.

The sight left everyone stunned, especially Fu Mingli.

She hadn’t brought her best friend here to watch Qiao En’en flaunt her arrogance.

Don’t think that just because she protected her best friend once, she’d suddenly see her in a different light.

Fu Mingli glanced at Jiang Yuening beside her.

Yuening’s luminous eyes were fixed on the direction where Fu Mingli’s brother stood, her lips slightly pursed and her brow furrowed.

Summoning her courage, Fu Mingli steeled herself and blurted out, Brother, Yuening didn’t mean it. Please don’t be angry…

Before she could finish, a cold glance from the man in the wheelchair silenced her instantly.

She dared not speak another word.

She feared her brother.

Truly feared him.

That innate, commanding presence—that was her brother, wasn’t it?

In his wheelchair, Fu Qianshan gazed down at the woman before him, her eyes closed and lips pursed in a pout.

The woman’s beauty was breathtaking. Her delicate, fair skin glowed softly under the warm indoor lighting, radiating a tender, almost childlike charm.

With her eyes closed, her long lashes cast delicate shadows on her lower eyelids, fluttering gently like butterfly wings. Her petite, elegant nose and cherry-red lips, pursed in a playful pout, exuded a captivating blend of innocence and allure.

It was an invitation to draw closer.

Yet Fu Qianshan’s gaze remained icy, his brow furrowed.

The smooth document beneath his palm crumpled slightly under the pressure of his fingertips.

Just as his stomach growled, the woman’s thoughts continued to flood his mind

I’ve been shopping all afternoon and I’m getting hungry. Why hasn’t Fu Qianshan reacted yet?

Warning you! If you don’t push me away, I’m going to actually kiss you.

I heard kissing burns calories.

How long do you have to kiss to lose a pound? A minute?

If I want to lose ten pounds, I’ll just kiss for ten pounds’ worth.

Pure fantasy.

Fu Qianshan would be doing well just not throwing her to the ground.

Wait, what was she trying to do again?

Aaaaaah! I actually want to kiss Fu Qianshan? What’s happening to me?

And I thought I could lose weight by kissing? I’ve completely lost it.

Had she really been assimilated by the novel?

She was actually fantasizing about kissing a handsome man?

How terrifying.

I was wrong.

Waaah! I shouldn’t have coveted Fu Qianshan’s lips.

If I want to lose weight, I should work out properly.

Work out?

The moment she thought of working out, Qiao En’en’s mind uncontrollably flashed back to the morning in the hospital elevator, when she had sat on Fu Qianshan’s lap and the explicit scenes from the smut novel had flooded her thoughts.

Get on and move yourself.

Qiao En’en gasped.

The man’s cold lips parted slightly, his voice utterly devoid of warmth as he enunciated each syllable Qiao… En… En…

His tone was icy and dangerous, carrying the oppressive weight of barely suppressed fury.

Lost in her own wild thoughts, Qiao En’en suddenly heard the man’s deep, chilling voice in her ear.

She opened her eyes and met the dark, sinister gaze of the man’s pitch-black eyes.

Still caught in the throes of the mental images, Qiao En’en momentarily lost her grip on reality. Her eyes widened in shock, her mind going completely blank.

After a beat, her heart pounding wildly, she stammered, Huh?

Thankfully, the System intervened just in time  Host, maintain your persona! Maintain your persona! 

Flustered and panicked, Qiao En’en forced herself to blink rapidly, bit her lip gently, and struggled to adopt the wounded, aggrieved expression of a woman rejected by her beloved.

W-what’s wrong?

So, Big Brother, when are you going to push me away?

My back is killing me.

But…

Truth be told, despite Fu Qianshan’s intimidating gaze…

The man before her possessed strikingly refined features, his presence tinged with a faint, refreshing scent of fir and mint. This close-range visual impact, having dispelled her initial shock and fear upon opening her eyes, sent Qiao En’en’s heart fluttering uncontrollably.

She stared at her reflection in his eyes, her face tense, even swallowing nervously. Yet inwardly, she thought He’s so handsome.

No wonder he’s my husband—

Stop!

Before her mental monologue could finish, Qiao En’en saw the man, standing mere inches away, let out a cold scoff. A hint of barely perceptible disdain flickered through his dark, amused eyes.

Qiao En’en, behave yourself.

Whatever you’re planning, stop before you go too far.

His deep, magnetic voice was icy, carrying a chilling warning.

Assuming he meant the kiss, Qiao En’en blinked her large, teary eyes with feigned hurt, her alluring peach blossom eyes gazing directly into the man’s, radiating deep affection.

Ha, I knew you wouldn’t actually let me kiss you.

Then why don’t you push me away?

Fu Qianshan …?!

If he doesn’t push me away, I won’t back down, will I?

To prevent herself from dwelling on Fu Qianshan, Qiao En’en deliberately shifted her thoughts What should I eat later?

Spicy crawfish? No. Spicy fish? Still no. Ugh… Maybe I should just—

Before she could finish the thought, a slow, icy male voice suddenly cut through her mental chatter.

Come inside with me.

With a gentle nudge, the male lead guided the woman beside him. At his silent signal, Special Assistant Chen picked up the bags Qiao En’en had carelessly tossed aside and pushed his boss toward the nearby private dining room.

Qiao En’en stood frozen in place, her mind blank. Huh?

What did Fu Qianshan just say?

Go inside to eat?

The man in the wheelchair spoke again, his voice cold and detached Are you coming or not?

Oh, right. Coming.

Completely baffled by Fu Qianshan’s intentions, Qiao En’en followed numbly.

Then, before she could stop herself, she blurted out mentally

Aiya, after dinner, can I eat Fu Qianshan’s lips?

Ahem, get serious.

Unable to resist her impulsive thoughts, Qiao En’en fell silent.

I’ve definitely been corrupted by this novel.

Forget it. She’s just an NPC anyway, nothing’s really going to happen to her.

Besides, getting transmigrated into a novel is already absurd enough. A little harmless teasing can’t hurt, right?

Teasing makes me happy.

Most importantly, I probably won’t ever meet someone as handsome as Fu Qianshan back in the real world.

Giving up on resisting, Qiao En’en’s eyes curved into crescents, her smile sweet as honey. I love having dinner with Mr. Fu the most!

After dinner, I’ll eat you.

I’ll climb on top and do all the work myself.

Actually… that does sound pretty exciting.

Alright, those smutty novels weren’t lying. I’ll read a couple more tonight.

Fu Qianshan’s face darkened. Qiao En’en—

Shut up!

Looking up, she saw the man who had told her to follow him just a minute ago. His casual gaze was now filled with complex emotions, and… a barely restrained fury.

Author’s Note

For now, President Fu has only hugged our precious Qiao En’en briefly, which has unlocked her inner thoughts about him.

Later… more will be unlocked! 

Thank you to Tangli and 7 for the nutrient solution! Your support means the world!