Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 121: Are You Coming Home?

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Are You Coming Home?

Fu Xingzhou felt weary as he switched to speakerphone.

"Sir, we’ve found a kidney source that matches the old man," the voice on the other end sounded excited.

Fu Xingzhou suddenly sat up straight, rare joy appearing in his eyes, "Where?"

These days, he had exhausted all means and tapped into numerous channels, but still, there was no progress.

In the face of sheer luck, even wealth seemed weak.

But with the added advantage of wealth, luck was bound to be higher than that of ordinary people.

"Yongyuan Middle School."

Yongyuan Middle School? It was Ye Zhun’s high school.

They had previously taken blood tests under the guise of free medical check-ups at various schools, including Yongyuan.

"Send me the information."

Soon, the person in charge sent a document to Fu Xingzhou’s cellphone.

Fu Xingzhou lightly tapped to open the file, and a familiar name and photo flashed up like a glaring incandescent light, making his head spin and nearly causing him to drop his phone.

"Stop the car."

The driver, suddenly receiving the order, immediately steered the vehicle into the emergency lane on the side.

After parking the car, the driver didn’t hear Fu Xingzhou speak. Looking through the rearview mirror, he saw the man’s face hidden in the shadows, and the whole backseat was filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

The driver didn’t dare move and could only silently wait.

~

Ye Yan stood by the window, watching the light drizzle falling outside.

The raindrops left winding, shallow streams on the glass.

She took out her cellphone to check—Fu Xingzhou hadn’t contacted her for days.

She had said she would give him time, wait for him to untangle his heart knot.

But after so long, was he still considering?

These days, Ye Yan was restless and anxious, as if there were a sword hanging over her head, not knowing when it would fall.

Fortunately, her busy work schedule allowed her temporary respite from her worries, but once home, an overwhelming emptiness would envelop her like a tide.

Just as Ye Yan was clutching her phone, heart fluttering with panic, it suddenly buzzed with a vibration.

Her heart leaped with joy.

Meng Tian’s name flashed on the screen.

"Ah Yan, I’ve come to pick up Madman Tang, but how come I saw your Mr. Fu?"

"Fu Xingzhou?" Ye Yan’s nerves tensed, "Where are you?"

"Qingshan Club," Meng Tian didn’t understand what Tang Jingyao was up to. He clearly had a driver and bodyguards, yet he had her drive over to pick him up.

Madness truly defied normal understanding.

"Aren’t you saying that Mr. Fu is in Hong Kong and won’t be back for a while?"

"I’m heading there now."

Ye Yan hung up the phone, hastily changed her clothes, grabbed her car keys, and went downstairs.

Fu Xingzhou had returned to Ao City but hadn’t come to see her; instead, he went to Qingshan Club.

Did he not want to see her or had he not yet decided how to face her?

Regardless, now that he was back, she had to confront him face to face and get clear answers; she had given him enough time.

If he couldn’t make a decision, she would make it for him.

Qingshan Club.

The manager recognized Ye Yan—the big boss’s lady. He had seen her only once but was duty-bound to commit it to memory.

However, her demeanor seemed off, not like she was here for a banquet but rather like she was on a mission to catch a cheater.

The manager didn’t dare stop her; he could only take Ye Yan to the elevator and up to the private room on the top floor.

In the private room, there were only Fu Xingzhou and Tang Jingyao; Meng Tian was not there.

Seeing Ye Yan come in, Fu Xingzhou was visibly startled.

Then, thinking back to Meng Tian’s earlier visit, he quickly figured it out.

"Fu Xingzhou, do you want to continue drinking, or shall we go home?" Ye Yan stood at the door, her expression indifferent as she looked at the man on the sofa.

He had smoked quite a few cigarettes, and the ashtray was already full.

Tang Jingyao’s gaze wandered back and forth between the two, assuming the role of a spectator.

Fu Xingzhou stood up and walked to Ye Yan.

In just a few days of absence, she seemed to have lost weight again, as slight as a sheet of paper.

In her beautiful phoenix eyes, there were faint threads of blood, and her clenched red lips were holding back the grievances in her heart.

"You don’t want to go back? Then I apologize for intruding." Ye Yan turned to leave.

"Yanyan." Fu Xingzhou hugged her from behind, his voice husky, "I’ll go back."

The smell of smoke on his body was strong, choking Ye Yan and making her subconsciously want to avoid it.

He smoked regularly, yet his body never carried the scent of smoke. In this regard, he was meticulous about cleanliness, as you could never smell the odor of cigarettes on his body or hands.

~

Meng Tian had just stepped out for a bit and returned to find Tang Jingyao sitting alone, drinking.

"Where’s Mr. Fu?"

"His wife picked him up." Tang Jingyao looked up at her with a smirk, "It’s trendy now for wives to pick up their husbands."

Meng Tian laughed.

That was about other people, not them.

Sorry, they were just roommates living under the same roof with entirely different life paths.

Just like now, she was simply doing a small favor for her roommate.

Taking this drunkard home.

"How much did you drink?" Meng Tian glanced at the coffee table in front of her, seeing several empty bottles, while Tang Jingyao’s state was clearly not normal.

Drunk, yet not seeming so.

Not drunk, yet seeming so.

Just like now, his arms draped over the back of the sofa, he was staring at Meng Tian with a peculiar look.

Meng Tian felt entirely comfortable under his gaze, "Are you leaving or not?"

"Can’t get up, help me out."

With no other option, Meng Tian stepped forward to grab his arm, but the man was still so heavy, making her feel like she was lifting a block of cement.

"You’re so weak. How do you move bodies normally?" Tang Jingyao looked at her, the corners of his mouth lifting with his characteristic smile that was somewhat irritating at that moment.

"Can’t you cooperate a little and not be like a dead body, motionless?"

Tang Jingyao put one arm around her shoulder, leaning on her to get up, but as soon as he stood, his head began to swirl.

The man couldn’t control the force and angle of his fall, and he ended up pressing Meng Tian down onto the sofa.

A mountain seemed to have crashed onto Meng Tian, almost making her lose her breath.

"Tang Jingyao, get up quickly."

Overcome with the effects of alcohol, Tang Jingyao only treated Meng Tian like a cushion, not only refusing to get up but also resting his face on her shoulder.

"Tang Jingyao!"

His eyes hazy, Tang Jingyao suddenly felt a surge in his stomach and looked as if he was about to throw up on her face. Meng Tian quickly pushed him off, using her hands and feet to flip him onto the ground.

Tang Jingyao crashed solidly onto the marble floor, falling so hastily that he bumped his forehead hard.

That knock revived him somewhat.

Then he looked at himself, utterly devoid of dignity lying there on the floor.

"Meng Tian, you threw me down." The man’s expression was ferocious.

Meng Tian stood her ground, "You rolled down on your own. How is it my fault?"

Perhaps because she seemed so certain, Tang Jingyao also began to doubt how he ended up on the floor.

Fortunately, the bodyguards heard the noise and came in to help him up.

His head was still dizzy, but he didn’t forget to order Meng Tian, "Come and support me."

Meng Tian bit her teeth in frustration, owing him for some reason.

The two bodyguards beside him weren’t enough?

Did he have no idea how heavy he was?

After finally getting Tang Jingyao home and tossing him onto the bed, Meng Tian quickly took out her phone to call Ye Yan.

Ye Yan arrived, but she didn’t see her.

An intuition told her that there was trouble between Ye Yan and Fu Xingzhou.