Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 113: Is it a dream?

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Is it a dream?

Fu Xingzhou had been waiting for what felt like ages. Finally, he couldn’t help himself and sent a message asking, "Yanyan?"

Ye Yan was still editing her message when Fu Xingzhou’s text suddenly popped up.

Every time he called her that way, her heart would melt into a gooey mess; this man knew exactly how to get to her.

Without much hesitation, Ye Yan told him everything about her "chance encounter" with Lin Yihang.

After she had explained, she felt like she was awaiting a verdict, her heart leaping to her throat.

Fu Xingzhou was actually not easy to appease; sometimes, even with her thick-skinned advances, he would still remain cold afterward.

Probably because of the shadows cast by their previous issues, Ye Yan was extremely nervous.

If that wouldn’t work, she might just have to return to Ao City and continue pacifying him.

Soon, Fu Xingzhou replied, sending only a photo.

It was a selfie of Lin Yihang, but upon closer inspection, Ye Yan saw herself in the background.

"I know he was there, but I’m still willing to trust you."

Seeing the photo, Ye Yan suddenly felt a chill at her feet, a wave of fright washing over her.

She was grateful she had told Fu Xingzhou about the encounter; otherwise, if he had received the photo without her explanation, it surely would have led to another unresolvable and misunderstood dispute.

The world was vast, yet coincidences abounded.

And trust was built on the foundation of mutual honesty.

"Thank you for trusting me," Ye Yan said, feeling utterly relieved, "Actually, I’m also to blame for not communicating better with Ye Zhun."

Speaking softly, Ye Yan said, "When I return from T Country, I’ll introduce the two of you."

"Okay," Fu Xingzhou smiled.

The gloom that had hovered in his heart cleared away; it was not that he didn’t trust her, but this trust was based on her openness about everything.

In the past, she wouldn’t tell him anything, nor would she seek his help with troubles.

Now, she was beginning to depend on him, sharing everything big and small.

This was a good thing.

A week later, Ye Yan arrived in the inland directly from T Country with Ye Zhun.

Following Lin Yihang’s advice, Ye Zhun had abandoned the idea of going overseas and decided to choose a school in the inland, with Tsinghua University being his top choice.

Ye Yan respected his decision and brought him to the inland early to understand the situation.

Fu Xingzhou had arranged for Chen Yiren to take care of the siblings in advance, but since Chen Yiren was highly busy, even during the New Year, Shen Wan’er was tasked with taking the two to see various places.

They gathered a lot of information about the school and nearly visited all fun and tasty places in Capital City.

Upon their return to Ao City, Ye Zhun’s school was about to start.

As a student specially nurtured by the school, he entered the enhanced foundation program early; while others returned after the Lantern Festival, he resumed classes right after the tenth day of the first lunar month.

After Ye Zhun left, the house suddenly felt very empty, and Ye Yan was also about to start working.

She texted Fu Xingzhou, deciding to go to bed early tonight.

After exchanging goodnight wishes, Ye Yan turned off the light.

Suddenly, the room darkened, and in the vast, quiet space, she felt an immense longing for him.

It had indeed been a long time since they last saw each other.

Unable to sleep, Ye Yan picked up her phone again from the bedside table, deftly opening Fu Xingzhou’s chat.

The last message was his "Good night."

She hesitated for a moment, then with a light tap, she typed, "I can’t sleep."

Even through the screen, it seemed she was playfully whining.

Soon, Fu Xingzhou replied, "Missing me?"

"A bit," Ye Yan leaned closer to the screen, a smile on her lips, "I want to see you."

"With clothes or without?"

"Either is fine."

She seldom responded to his flirtatious comments; today was an exception.

Fu Xingzhou swiftly sent a video call request.

After connecting, his side was somewhat dim, occasionally flashing lights passing by, hard to tell where he was.

Ye Yan didn’t bother to distinguish, instead her gaze was filled with smiles, fixated on the long-desired face on the screen.

"Where are you?"

"I’m looking for a place to take your clothes off."

Ye Yanxiao teased him for not being serious, "Whoever doesn’t take theirs off is a puppy."

He lifted his fingertip and flicked the screen, "Going to sleep so early today?"

"Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy."

"Dr. Ye suddenly realized." Fu Xingzhou smiled tenderly, "Since you want to go to bed early, what are you doing now?"

"I don’t feel like sleeping anymore."

"Thinking of me?"

"Thinking," Ye Yan, influenced by Sijiu, also liked to act coquettishly toward others, "Super, super thinking."

The usually aloof Dr. Ye seldom expressed such shy inner thoughts so straightforwardly.

She must be really missing him.

"I miss you too." Fu Xingzhou’s fingertip brushed across the face on the screen, "Don’t worry, we’ll meet soon."

They chatted sporadically until Ye Yan truly felt sleepy.

She closed her eyes and let Fu Xingzhou sing to her.

Fu Xingzhou initially refused to sing, but unable to withstand her persistent coaxing, finally hummed the song "Under Mount Fuji."

There were no lyrics, just a soft, slow chant.

The familiar melody, hummed by his low, magnetic voice, was like a lullaby that could soothe all emotions and like the gentle bubbling of a mountain stream.

After an unknown amount of time.

Ye Yan groggily felt like his voice seemed to escape from the phone.

There was no long distance between them, it echoed softly by her ear with a hint of the familiar scent of cedar from his body and the mature scent of male hormones.

Was she dreaming?

Ye Yan opened her eyes, and her lips were covered by a thin coolness.

Then, he probed in, intertwining with her, sweetly indulging.

The breath became richer and the feeling became more real.

Not until his body pressed down on hers did she suddenly wake up.

She widened her eyes, staring dazedly at the man so close to her.

She couldn’t help but hold his face, pinching it like a water baby, "Are you real?"

Fu Xingzhou didn’t speak, but covered her lips and kissed her deeper.

His hand slipped under the thin blanket, encountering her hot, soft body, smooth as creamy gelatin.

He couldn’t help but go deeper, getting warmer.

"Fu Xingzhou." Set afire inch by inch by him, Ye Yan’s mind was somewhat hazy, her voice coming out even more fragmented.

"Call me husband." He nibbled her earlobe, his breath hot as fire, scorching the tender skin of her neck.

"Husband." She let him lead her emotions, obediently.

"Good girl."

To reward the girl, he took her to Immortal Realm.

Exhausted, Ye Yan fell into a deep sleep afterward.

Fu Xingzhou went to take a shower and came back fresh, pulling her into his arms.

She slept deeply but still instinctively snuggled closer into his embrace, all her movements showing dependence.

"Good night."

This "good night," he wanted to say face-to-face.

When she woke up the next day, Ye Yan was still groggy.

She felt like she had a very real dream last night, where she and Fu Xingzhou did some unspeakable things.

The sensation in her body was so distinct, it lingered even now.

She must have been thinking about Fu Xingzhou too much, hence such a dream.

Luckily, dreams are private, no one would know.

Just as Ye Yan secretly smiled, suddenly a hand clasped her shoulder, forcefully bringing her over, "What are you smiling about so early in the morning?"

The man’s voice was husky, still sleepy.

Ye Yan widened her eyes: The dream hadn’t ended?