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

Synopsis:

Qiao En’en, a master of trash-talking but a coward in action, a drama queen through and through, transmigrated into a raunchy, harem-filled novel. She became a cannon fodder supporting character destined for a tragic end Qiao En’en, the reckless fool who would be kicked out by her elite family villain husband, Fu Qianshan.

Mission Maintain the persona of deeply loving Fu Qianshan, complete the self-destructive plot points, and receive a reward of one hundred million yuan!

Qiao En’en …Goodbye! My life is more important!

But the moment she opened her eyes—

In the steamy mist of a wide bathtub, Fu Qianshan’s cold, dark eyes locked onto her. Qiao En’en? What do you think you’re doing?

Qiao En’en’s soul nearly fled her body. Apologies! Just wait a moment, I’ll get out right away!

But her foot slipped, and she tumbled straight onto his scalding chest, sending water splashing everywhere.

A nearby knife clattered to the floor, its sharp edge slicing across her calf, drawing bl00d that immediately stained the floor.

Huh, it doesn’t hurt?

Could this be my golden finger?

Meanwhile, Fu Qianshan, who had maintained his usual aloof composure, let out a muffled groan, his pale fingers clenching desperately around his leg, which had been disabled for years.

Qiao En’en found her villainous husband’s behavior becoming increasingly absurd.

When she burned her tongue on hotpot, the tips of his ears flushed crimson, and his breathing grew ragged and stifled.

Even during her monthly cycle, he would pale, imprison her in his arms, press his scalding palm against her lower abdomen, and huskily command, Be good. Don’t move.

Even more bizarre, the System’s notifications went haywire

Villain’s favorability 10! 20! 50! … Congratulations, Host! You’re about to unlock a hidden bonus ten men as rewards…

Then, whenever the male lead or supporting male characters tried to strike up a conversation, Fu Qianshan would yank her into his embrace, kissing her with reckless abandon until the world spun, her body went limp, and she felt utterly drained.

Qiao En’en was left bewildered in the wind Boss, isn’t your self-conquest speed a bit too absurd?!

Until one day, she twisted her ankle—

A sudden tightening around her waist!

The man who had been disabled for years abruptly stood up from his wheelchair, pulling her fiercely into his arms!

The man’s breath was scorching, his gaze dark and possessive as he whispered in her ear, his voice low and dangerous Qiao En’en, if you dare get hurt again, or let anyone touch you…

I’ll keep you bedridden for ten days. Believe me?

Ten… ten days?! Qiao En’en thought, panicking.

Help! Are all the men in these R-rated novels this terrifying?!

Wait, when did Fu Qianshan’s leg heal?!

The truth, however, was that the man was gazing adoringly at his little wife downstairs, who was secretly devouring her third ice cream.

Outside, to the left, the male lead stood in line with a bouquet, while to the right, the male supporting character watched her with a deep, brooding gaze.

Fu Qianshan snapped his Nth pen in half.

Qiao En’en trembled. System, I don’t want the hundred million anymore! Is it too late to run?! 

Next The Max-Level Mystic Arts Master Goes Wild in the Elite Family

Jiang Yan transmigrated into a novel, becoming the Elite Family’s mocked and soon-to-be-expelled fake heiress.

Her adoptive parents sneered coldly, Our real daughter has returned. Why haven’t you left yet?

Jiang Yan smiled faintly.

The next day, a mysterious fire engulfed the Elite Family’s ancestral mansion, consuming only the True Heiress’s chambers.

Fire report No ignition source found.

The entire internet ?!

At a lavish gala, the True Heiress sobbed dramatically, Sister, why did you hire someone to harm me?

Jiang Yan didn’t even lift her gaze, her fingertip tapping lightly.

Boom! A towering crystal champagne tower, worth millions, collapsed instantly, precisely avoiding the crowd of elites, drenching only the True Heiress from head to toe.

Surveillance footage No one approached the tower.

The Elite Family circle was shaken to its core ?!

The arrogant CEO fiancé tossed a contract termination letter at her. Stop clinging to me. You’re not worthy.

Jiang Yan didn’t bother opening her eyes. She calculated with her fingers and sent a mass email to the Lu Corporation’s board of directors Your company’s newly acquired South City land parcel has critical geological flaws. Forcing construction will inevitably lead to a major accident within three days.

The following day, a partial collapse occurred at the Lu Corporation’s construction site. Key load-bearing beams snapped, exposing severe corner-cutting in the foundation.

An authoritative inspection report went viral, causing Lu Corporation’s stock price to plummet by half overnight. The disgraced CEO, covered in dust, blocked Jiang Yan’s doorway, pleading, Jiang Yan, please help me.

The entire internet exploded Is this mystic arts or magic?!

Where was the promised useless fake heiress?

As Jiang Yan wielded her Mystic Arts to stir up storms, the Elite Family that had once scorned her now offered her astronomical fees with both hands Master! Please examine our feng shui/ancestral graves/birth charts!

The Mystic Arts Association, which had once looked down on her, trembled as they presented her with an appointment letter Please become our president!

Jiang Yan Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. Don’t bother me—I’m busy.

She was currently being cornered at the entrance of a thousand-year-old Taoist temple by the Living Yama of the Business World—a man shrouded in malevolent energy, whose every stomp could shake the financial markets.

His expensive suit couldn’t conceal his aura of violence, yet his eyes burned with a desperate flame Help me change my fate. Name your price.

Jiang Yan glanced at the surging black miasma behind him and smirked. Aren’t you afraid of your soul being scattered? Fine. First, call me ‘Grandma’ and let me hear it.

Living Yama Gu Jinshi ……

Later, financial news headlines exploded The Living Yama, feared throughout the business world, was now following Master Jiang, personally holding her umbrella and pleading in a low voice, I was wrong. Can I sleep on the master bedroom floor tonight?