My Love-Obsessed Elite Family Villain Husband Has Gone Mad with Jealousy - Chapter 9

Sometimes, Qiao En’en felt an overwhelming urge to strangle someone—not for any particular reason, but simply because of a man’s foul mouth.

Seriously, how could a man be so nosy?

Couldn’t he tell she was trying to avoid Fu Qianshan?

And yet he had to shout and attract him?

Qiao En’en wanted to cry but no tears would come.

The surrounding air grew eerily still, as if filled with a suffocating tension.

Qiao En’en took a deep, steadying breath, her body tensing involuntarily. Mr. Fu? What a coincidence.

I was just wondering when I might run into you, and then I looked up and there you were.

Qiao En’en’s beauty was breathtaking. When she smiled, her captivating eyes sparkled like scattered starlight under the restaurant’s lights, dazzling and radiant. Her long lashes fluttered gently, adding a touch of delicate charm and playful sweetness.

She truly looked like a woman thrilled and nervous to see her beloved man.

In reality, Fu Qianshan, who had overheard Qiao En’en’s thoughts as he approached the restaurant, had caught the subtle chill and detachment in her eyes.

Fu Qianshan’s cold, sharp gaze deepened.

The man leaned back calmly in his wheelchair. Indeed, quite the coincidence. What brings you here, Miss Qiao?

His icy voice carried no warmth whatsoever.

Qiao En’en clenched her hands behind her back, took a moment to compose herself, and then blinked her eyes sweetly and sincerely. I missed you.

Mr. Fu probably doesn’t know this, but you can see the Fu Group headquarters from here.

Qiao En’en wasn’t lying she had just discovered this herself.

Through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, one could indeed see the distant cluster of skyscrapers, the tallest of which was the Fu Group’s office tower.

Hearing this, the man in the wheelchair’s indifferent gaze sharpened with scrutiny. Is that so?

He clearly didn’t believe her.

Qiao En’en didn’t care whether Fu Qianshan believed her or not. She nodded earnestly. Yes. Ever since we parted ways the evening before yesterday, I’ve been thinking about you constantly. But you’re always so busy, so this was the only way I could think of you.

And then I actually ran into you! I’m so happy.

Of course, I’d be even happier if you’d let me leave right now, or if you’d leave yourself.

A moment of silence hung in the air after she spoke.

This reaction was exactly what Qiao En’en had anticipated.

In fact, given Fu Qianshan’s character, she fully expected him to immediately tell her to leave or go about her own business.

But if it was the latter, she would have to wait here indefinitely.

Sigh.

It’s all Lu Yanhui’s fault! Is this man an idiot?

Waaah, can I slap him? He’s so annoying!

Qiao En’en secretly glared at Lu Yanhui, the male lead, standing beside her, and sighed inwardly. How can someone be this dense?

Wasn’t he afraid Fu Qianshan would discover his wife’s affection for him?

Little did she know, Lu Yanhui, who could clearly hear her inner thoughts, stared back in wide-eyed horror. Qiao En’en—

Lu Yanhui had never imagined Qiao En’en loved him so deeply, let alone that she would be so bold as to kiss him in front of Fu Qianshan, her arranged marriage husband.

Wasn’t she afraid of Fu Qianshan retaliating against the Qiao family?

She might not be, but he certainly was.

This woman is obsessed with me! I need to get out of here, fast!

Unaware that Qiao En’en’s inner thoughts were the opposite of what he perceived, Lu Yanhui hastily bowed respectfully to the man in the wheelchair. President Fu, I have urgent business to attend to. I won’t disturb you and Madam Fu any longer.

He turned and fled from the Western restaurant, forgetting even the reason he’d been coming there daily.

Qiao En’en watched the culprit scramble away in a panic, nearly laughing in exasperation.

How dare Lu Yanhui run away like that?

He’s the one who provoked Fu Qianshan into coming back!

Then she heard a cold, mocking male voice.

What are you looking at, Miss Qiao?

Of course, Lu Yanhui, that idiot…

Halfway through her sentence, Qiao En’en belatedly realized who had asked the question. She glanced awkwardly at the man in the wheelchair and awkwardly corrected herself, I was just wondering when Lu Yanhui and Miss Jiang Yuening will finally break through that paper-thin barrier between them.

Next time I see Jiang Yuening, I’m definitely telling her Lu Yanhui is a bit of an idiot and doesn’t deserve her. She should find someone else.

Otherwise, she might just get infuriated to death by that guy one day.

Strange, why is Fu Qianshan staring at me like that?

In truth, Fu Qianshan was secretly surprised to hear Qiao En’en’s inner thoughts.

He had long known about Qiao En’en’s feelings for Lu Yanhui.

Even though the marriage had been arranged by his grandfather, he had thoroughly investigated her beforehand.

From the start, he had been aware that Qiao En’en’s motives toward him were impure.

However, he hadn’t cared about her specific intentions, as she posed no threat to him.

But now…

Fu Qianshan subtly glanced at the distinct scar on Qiao En’en’s pale calf, clearly feeling a corresponding ache in the same spot on his own left leg.

And now, Qiao En’en’s feelings for Lu Yanhui seemed…

different from what his investigation had revealed?

You seem quite interested in other people’s affairs, Fu Qianshan remarked coolly.

He immediately heard Qiao En’en’s inner thoughts I’m much more interested in your affairs, actually. Lately, I’ve been wanting to kiss your lips.

So hurry up and let me leave, thank you.

Fu Qianshan …Qiao En’en—

Qiao En’en, who had just been venting her frustration …Wh-what is it?

Why are you staring at me like that?

Keep staring? Keep looking? Fine! I’ll go home and read smutty novels, fantasizing about the Fantasy 108 Styles with you! Hmph!

Though not yet subjected to the Fantasy 108 Styles, Fu Qianshan, who could hear Qiao En’en’s thoughts, was stunned.

He shouldn’t have held such unrealistic expectations for his arranged marriage wife.

Just then, Special Assistant Chen leaned in and whispered, President Fu, President Liao from Boyue Hotel is here.

Following Chen’s gaze, Fu Qianshan saw a man in a tailored suit sitting in a secluded booth, respectfully nodding while holding a document with both hands.

Fu Qianshan returned a slight nod.

He then casually glanced at Qiao En’en and said, Since Miss Qiao has been waiting for me here, you may do as you please.

Having successfully caught the fleeting surprise in Qiao En’en’s beautiful eyes, the man in the wheelchair let out a silent scoff.

He signaled Special Assistant Chen to push him over to discuss the collaboration.

Qiao En’en watched the man’s tall figure recede as the suited man by the window carefully presented a proposal to Fu Qianshan with both hands.

Fu Qianshan accepted it indifferently. Though he said nothing, the oppressive weight in his cold gaze was palpable.

But…

Fu Qianshan isn’t letting me leave? Why doesn’t he just tell me to go?

Do as you please? Waaah, you big meanie!

Do as you please? According to her character setting, she couldn’t possibly leave.

Forget it, I’ll eat first.

This dish looks just like that big bad Fu Qianshan. I’m going to devour you, hmph!

Nearby, Fu Qianshan, who had overheard Qiao En’en’s thoughts, slowly lifted his eyelids.

Liao Zhihe, standing beside him, was astonished to see the usually aloof and deeply guarded tycoon, who never showed interest in women, glance sideways with a slight softening of his icy demeanor.

The next moment, Liao Zhihe felt a sudden chill on his neck.

He followed the sensation to his left and met Fu Qianshan’s cold, dangerous gaze.

Liao Zhihe froze, shock flashing in his eyes.

Uncertain of the relationship between Gu Qingze and this woman, he quickly lowered his gaze, daring not to look again.

Panic began to stir within him.

He had finally managed to secure a meeting with this top-tier business magnate today. Why couldn’t he control his curiosity?

What was I looking at?

What if the boss gets angry?

Meanwhile, Qiao En’en had already started eating with gusto.

Since she had run into Fu Qianshan and needed to maintain her character, she might as well eat her fill first.

After all, even according to her character, she couldn’t possibly approach Fu Qianshan while he was working. She would have to wait nearby anyway.

As time ticked by, Qiao En’en finished her meal and even indulged in two bowls of dessert, thoroughly satisfying her cravings.

She glanced at Fu Qianshan in the distance.

The man’s profile was cold and refined, his posture elegant and dignified.

The impeccably tailored, handmade haute couture suit draped over his frame exuded a cold, arrogant aura, radiating an oppressive presence that made direct eye contact almost unbearable.

The man sitting across from him was visibly cautious, his demeanor growing even more deferential whenever Fu Qianshan spoke, betraying his unease.

This man seemed to move effortlessly through any social setting, a natural-born leader.

This was one of the reasons Qiao En’en preferred to avoid him.

She feared that one slip of the tongue might reveal her secret as a transmigrator.

As dusk deepened, Qiao En’en grew restless.

Fu Qianshan wouldn’t use the late hour as an excuse to insist on walking me home, would he?

It was just wishful thinking.

Given Fu Qianshan’s character, even if the sky were to fall, he’d never accompany her home.

Lost in these absurd thoughts, Qiao En’en noticed that the man who had been discussing business with Fu Qianshan had already left.

Soon after, Special Assistant Chen wheeled Fu Qianshan to the entrance where Qiao En’en stood.

The man paused briefly, then uttered a curt command

Follow me.

Seeing that Special Assistant Chen was carrying all her purchases, Qiao En’en quickly grabbed her phone and hurried after them.

A few minutes later, Qiao En’en found herself in the back seat of Fu Qianshan’s luxury car, sitting close enough to touch him.

As the car started moving, Qiao En’en panicked Fu Qianshan isn’t actually going to come home with me, is he?

No way—I don’t have a spare bed, thank you.

Fu Qianshan, who was merely trying to confirm whether Qiao En’en could still hear his thoughts, was speechless.

Who wants to go home with you?

Before Qiao En’en could spiral further into her thoughts, the man closed his eyes briefly and initiated a conversation for the first time Did you read the book you asked me for last time?

Qiao En’en, still preoccupied with the possibility of Fu Qianshan coming home with her, was startled by the sudden question.

She froze for a moment, her mind racing Huh? Did I read it? Or didn’t I?

Of course she hadn’t read it, but answering incorrectly would be awkward and inconsistent with her character.

Fortunately, the System provided an immediate answer You read it, you read it! According to your character, you absolutely had to read it, and more than once!

Host, I’ll search for an electronic version of the book. If the villain boss asks any questions, just refer to the ebook.

Qiao En’en ……

Why did she feel like she was cheating on a pop quiz?

Waaah, we’ve already graduated! Why do we still have to memorize things?

Fu Qianshan’s eyes darkened.

Had Qiao En’en actually memorized the text?

After a moment,

Recite it for me.

The man’s voice, cold and devoid of warmth, echoed in the silent back seat of the car.

Qiao En’en froze. …?

Recite it?

She really had to recite it?

She hadn’t even opened the book.

Thank goodness for the System.

Ahem.

I’ll start then.

Qiao En’en took a deep breath, openly cheating by reading from the System’s display in her mind as she began to recite.

The book Fu Qianshan had placed on the table was entirely in English.

With her poor English skills, even reading directly from the System’s screen, Qiao En’en stumbled over the words.

Yet, to Fu Qianshan watching from nearby, the man’s brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

According to his investigation, Qiao En’en had always struggled academically, never once passing an exam.

The Qiao family had sent her abroad out of desperation, and she had only returned last year.

He hadn’t expected her memory to be so sharp.

After years abroad, her English remained so poor.

D-do you want me to continue?

Qiao En’en, having painstakingly memorized a page, gazed at the man in the adjacent seat with her large, shimmering eyes, which were filled with a pitiful expression. The warm overhead light sparkled within them like twinkling stars. To understand you better, she said, I’ve been reading your book non-stop since I got it.

A slight smile curved Qiao En’en’s lips, revealing two playful little fangs, sweet enough to make one’s teeth ache.

She looked every bit like someone fishing for praise.

In reality, Qiao En’en’s mind was frantically urging Stop reciting! Stop reciting!

For someone with poor English skills, speaking the language in front of others could trigger an inexplicable sense of shame.

And, as if fate were playing a cruel joke, a similar scene had appeared in the smut novel she’d been reading for the past two days.

Instantly, the image in Qiao En’en’s mind flashed into Fu Qianshan’s consciousness.

Deep night. The quiet train car.

A slender, supple girl sat on the man’s lap, his large, burning palms clamped firmly on her waist.

With each jolt, her spine tensed.

Sweat had already soaked through her thin clothes, clinging to her skin and tracing the frantic rise and fall of her chest. Strands of damp hair plastered against her cheeks, her delicate, pale skin flushed crimson like a ripe apple.

Depth… is…

Her choked voice struggled to emerge through the violent jolting, fragmented and broken.

The air in the small, dimly lit compartment hung thick and stagnant…

Continue, the man’s hoarse voice cut through her hysterical sobs, his body drenched in sweat.

His scalding breath brushed against her ear. I love the way you recite.

Continue. Recite the entire book for me.

Fu Qianshan, his face dark, remained silent.