My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 7

Yuening?

In the empty elevator lobby, Fu Mingli watched Jiang Yuening staring intently at the departing figures of her brother and Qiao En’en. She sighed softly, trying to comfort her. Don’t be upset. Qiao En’en must have used some trick to get my brother to reluctantly invite her to dinner.

Besides, it’s just a meal. Nothing will happen.

Hearing this, Jiang Yuening finally snapped out of her daze.

She shook her head slightly. I’m fine. I just…

Jiang Yuening struggled to articulate her emotions.

Before this, she had loathed Qiao En’en, convinced she had stolen her happiness.

But when Qiao En’en had unhesitatingly embraced her earlier, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t moved.

If Qiao En’en hadn’t intervened in time, she would have fallen into Special Assistant Chen’s arms. How could she ever face Fu Qianshan, the man she loved, after that?

But…

Why could she hear Qiao En’en’s thoughts?

As her romantic rival, why was she so genuinely praising her beauty? Complimenting her slender waist?

Jiang Yuening’s heart filled with an inexplicable emotion, heavy and stifling, yet… somehow, this feeling wasn’t entirely unpleasant?

Let’s go, we should head inside for dinner too, Fu Mingli said, pulling Jiang Yuening by the hand toward the private dining room.

But Jiang Yuening stopped her.

I…

For some reason, she suddenly didn’t feel like going into the restaurant.

Just then, a phone call came through. Jiang Yuening answered, her expression shifting slightly.

Okay, I’ll be right there.

After hanging up, Jiang Yuening apologized to Fu Mingli. Something urgent came up at work. I need to head back to the office.

I’ll treat you to dinner another time.

She quickly took the elevator and left.

Fu Mingli was helpless.

Everyone knew Jiang Yuening was a workaholic.

She was determined to prove to her father that she was no less capable than his illegitimate son.

This was one of the reasons Fu Mingli was so set on making Jiang Yuening her cousin’s wife.

Once Jiang Yuening became Madam Fu, with her cousin’s support, what would that trashy illegitimate son amount to?

Meanwhile, Qiao En’en, who had followed Fu Qianshan into the private dining room, was puzzled.

Did I say something wrong? she wondered. I just wanted to have dinner with my husband. Why did Fu Qianshan tell me to shut up?

Feeling wronged, Qiao En’en thought Didn’t Fu Qianshan invite me to eat with him? Why is he being so harsh?

Aloud, as she stepped into the private room, she sniffled and doubled down on her carefully crafted persona of a timid, devoted woman. Alright, I won’t say another word, she murmured.

If Mr. Fu doesn’t want me to eat, I won’t. I can stand here and serve you while you dine. Please don’t be angry, okay?

To emphasize her vulnerability, Qiao En’en deliberately bit her delicate lower lip, lowered her lashes slightly, and then glanced up at the man in the wheelchair. Her captivating, teary eyes blinked, conveying a hint of helplessness and fragility. Her flushed eyes seemed on the verge of overflowing with tears, and her long lashes trembled slightly with emotion.

Anyone who saw her, no matter how hardened their heart, would instantly feel pity.

But in reality, Qiao En’en couldn’t help but recall the explicit scene she had read the previous night.

And, of course, Fu Qianshan heard her thoughts perfectly.

He knew all too well that beneath Qiao En’en’s pitiful facade, her mind was actually imagining…

In the dimly lit room,

The girl’s slender, pale fingers gently pressed a warm spoon against his lips.

He opened his mouth to take the spoon, but his gaze remained fixed on her soft lips. His tongue brushed lightly against the corner of his mouth, his warm breath caressing her fingers holding the spoon.

A drop of soup slid down his lip, and her fingertip followed, lingering and caressing his jawline. The air hung thick with the aroma of food and unspoken tension.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes darkening…

Qiao En’en—

The man in the wheelchair unconsciously tensed, his grip on the documents in his hand tightening.

He closed his eyes deeply.

When he opened them again, a cold, ruthless glint flashed through his dark eyes.

Qiao En’en met Fu Qianshan’s dark, inscrutable gaze and belatedly realized she had let her imagination run wild again.

She quickly cleared her throat to cover her embarrassment, inwardly wondering, Why is Fu Qianshan being so fierce with me again? Is even feeding him unacceptable?

She glanced at the man, now seated at the dining table, calmly flipping through work documents as if the earlier harsh exchange had been a figment of her imagination.

In truth, Fu Qianshan was pondering If I can hear Qiao En’en’s thoughts, can she hear mine? If she could…

He subtly signaled Special Assistant Chen, who immediately placed a book beside him.

Fu Qianshan glanced at Qiao En’en, seated across from him, and thought, Memorize the first ten pages of this book by midnight tonight, and your allowance will double next month.

The thought hung in the air, yet Qiao En’en merely gazed at him with tender affection, making no move to take the book.

In reality, Qiao En’en was straining to maintain her character, her eyes nearly aching from the effort.

More importantly, the table laden with fragrant delicacies was proving too tempting.

But according to her character, she couldn’t take the first bite unless Fu Qianshan did.

Sigh.

She was so hungry.

Once all the dishes had been served, the private room door closed, leaving only her and Fu Qianshan alone. Qiao En’en could no longer contain herself.

Mr. Fu, let’s eat first, okay? Qiao En’en said softly, her voice gentle. You can’t keep working all the time. It’ll break my heart if you get hungry.

Hurry up and eat, buddy!

I’m waiting for you to pick up your chopsticks.

Fu Qianshan, who had been waiting for Qiao En’en to come get her book, replied, …Don’t worry about me. Eat yourself.

You said it yourself!

On the surface, Qiao En’en sighed lightly before finally picking up her chopsticks.

Then she devoured the food with gusto, not sparing the man across from her a single glance.

Qiao En’en ate with unrestrained delight, praising one dish after another.

Every dish was exceptionally fragrant.

Apart from the lack of her favorite spicy dishes, everything was perfect.

Naturally, Qiao En’en completely ignored Fu Qianshan, who had been engrossed in his documents since they entered the room.

Fu Qianshan, his deep gaze seemingly focused on the contract in his hands, nevertheless caught every subtle expression on Qiao En’en’s face with his peripheral vision.

Then, glancing at the book beside him, he mentally declared once more  Memorize the first five pages, and I’ll quadruple your allowance this month. 

Yet Qiao En’en remained unmoved, happily continuing to eat, her inner thoughts entirely focused on the food.

After all, she couldn’t hear Fu Qianshan’s inner thoughts.

The System couldn’t stand it any longer.  Host, you should at least show some concern for the Big Villain, or you’ll be penalized for deviating from your character again. 

Qiao En’en’s cheerful mood, buoyed by the delicious meal, instantly plummeted.

Fine, fine.

She turned to look at Fu Qianshan.

The man was still engrossed in his documents, barely touching his chopsticks.

He can’t possibly expect me to feed him, right?

Puzzled, Qiao En’en wondered, Are all CEOs this busy?

Feeding him was out of the question.

But she couldn’t neglect maintaining her character’s concern for him.

Spotting a book near Fu Qianshan’s hand, Qiao En’en had a sudden idea. Mr. Fu, what are you reading lately?

At her words, Fu Qianshan’s grip on his water glass tightened involuntarily.

One last time, he thought, testing the waters. Memorize the previous page, and I’ll give you an unlimited black card. Spend as much as you want.

Qiao En’en remained unresponsive.

An unlimited black card. Call me when you’ve memorized the first page.

Having delivered this mental message, Fu Qianshan pressed the button on his wheelchair.

Moments later, Special Assistant Chen knocked, opened the door, and pushed Fu Qianshan out.

Qiao En’en, satisfied that she had shown sufficient concern for Fu Qianshan, prepared to resume her blissful meal. But as she looked up, she saw the man across from her preparing to leave.

She blinked in confusion. Mr. Fu? Where are you going?

Fu Qianshan …Enjoy your meal.

Qiao En’en smiled sweetly. Have a good day.

Remember to settle the bill, thank you.

Fu Qianshan ……

After Gu Qingze left the private room, Qiao En’en eagerly prepared to continue her meal.

But she couldn’t move?

Wait, why?

The System sighed.  I told you to maintain your character! Host, quickly think of a reason to chase after him. Otherwise, it’ll be inappropriate to interrupt him later when he’s meeting with clients. 

Qiao En’en protested,  First of all, I am maintaining my character! I showed concern by asking about his book. 

Secondly, I…

Wait, Fu Qianshan forgot his book!

Should I go return it to him?

Yes, yes! Hurry!

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Qiao En’en regained her mobility.

Determined to finally enjoy her meal, she swiftly grabbed the book and dashed out of the private room.

Qiao En’en finally managed to stop Fu Qianshan just before he entered another private room.

Wait! she called out, panting as she waved the book in her hand. Mr. Fu, you… you forgot your book.

She gently placed the book on his lap.

I don’t know where you’re going, but please be careful on your way, she said with a sweet smile.

Turning around, she prepared to return to her private room and continue her meal.

Dongpo pork, here I come!

But just as she turned and before she could take a single step, Qiao En’en realized with utter exasperation that she was frozen again.

She was done.

To make matters worse, the System was still nagging in her mind

Host, you’re not maintaining your character properly!

Don’t just focus on eating!

Qiao En’en  …… 

She wanted to curse.

Behind her, the man in the wheelchair was still reeling from seeing Qiao En’en chase after him. Could she really hear his thoughts?

If so, what did that mean for him as the head of the Fu Group…?

He recalled how Qiao En’en had calmly eaten her meal in the private room, then casually mentioned the book as if it were nothing.

Just as he was marveling at her unexpectedly convincing performance, she simply put the book down and walked away?

The man in the wheelchair, whose cold, piercing gaze had momentarily softened with confusion, watched her go.

A moment later, the woman, who had been walking away as if returning to the private room, suddenly turned back.

She glanced casually at the book he now held, blinked her misty, tear-filled eyes, and asked in a plaintive voice, Mr. Fu, could you give me this book? Since it’s yours, I’d like to keep it with me. Would that be alright?

I… I want to hold it while I sleep, like holding you. Would that be okay?

Her soft, drawn-out tone resembled that of a rain-soaked kitten—

Yet the slight upward inflection betrayed her hidden intentions.

Fu Qianshan frowned. ?

So, could Qiao En’en actually hear his inner thoughts?