Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 145: You didn’t hire him a bodyguard, did you?

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: You didn’t hire him a bodyguard, did you?

"I don’t want to go." Ye Yan was in no mood to engage in superficial pleasantries, "Fu Xingzhou, let’s have a proper talk."

"What do you want to talk about, our future or Ye Zhun’s future?" Fu Xingzhou served Ye Yan a bowl of porridge, and with one sentence, he closed off the topic.

Clearly, he didn’t want to discuss anything else with her besides these two issues.

"I don’t want to stay here."

"You can leave here, then let’s go back to Yuqiao."

"Fu Xingzhou, you clearly know what I mean," Ye Yan said angrily, "I want to go back to my own home."

What’s the difference between going back to Yuqiao and staying here?

It’s all under his control.

Nothing has changed.

"We’re husband and wife, our home is shared, this place is my property, so naturally, it is also your home." He pushed the bowl of porridge towards her, "It’s getting cold."

"You eat it yourself." Ye Yan was furious and went to find Sijiu.

Fu Xingzhou followed her with the bowl, "You’re so thin, you have to eat."

"I have no appetite in front of you."

"Then I’ll go out, you eat well." He placed the bowl down and left the room alone.

Ye Yan looked at the half bowl of rice porridge in front of her, unsure what to do.

She thought by saying a few things to hurt his pride, he would get angry.

But he wasn’t provoked at all, his temper improbably mild.

When dealing with her, it was as if he was coaxing a child, or treating a rare treasure, each movement cautious.

All her temper seemed to be striking cotton, utterly impossible to let out.

"Fu Xingzhou, I want to know how Xiao Zhun is now?"

Three days later, Ye Yan found Fu Xingzhou, who was working in the next room.

These days, she had combed through the resort thoroughly, each time accompanied closely by bodyguards.

There were security guards at the entrance of the resort and a housekeeper inside; everyone looked at her as if they were on high alert, fearing she would suddenly run away.

Under such 360-degree surveillance without any blind spots, it was impossible for her to leave the resort.

But living here every minute and every second was torture.

Fu Xingzhou’s goal was simple: to grind down her rough edges and let the resentment in her heart slowly dissipate over time.

A person, always receiving kindness from others, would gradually lose their hate and be subtly influenced.

Once her hatred towards him weakened, once she had adapted to everything, then she would have truly fallen into his trap.

No matter what, Ye Yan had to find a way to go back.

Upon seeing her, Fu Xingzhou’s face visibly brightened, "What would you like to eat today? I’ll have the kitchen prepare it for you."

"I want to see Xiao Zhun," Ye Yan emphasized, "He just had a major surgery, I need to be informed about his condition at all times."

"I’ve arranged for someone to take care of him, constantly by his side."

Ye Yan: ...

"You didn’t assign a bodyguard to him, did you?"

"Sort of."

~

"My name is Fu Xingrui." A boy in a sky-blue school uniform stood beside the lectern, making a perfunctory self-introduction.

The teacher was all smiles, "This is our new transfer student, Fu Xingrui. I hope everyone gets along well."

Amid the warm applause, there was a mix of girls’ whispers.

"He’s so handsome."

"He has a roguish kind of handsome, while Ye Zhun is the sunny kind of handsome. Different styles of handsome, they are ranked jointly as the top two handsome students of Yongyuan."

"Such a weathercock, she was crazy about Ye Zhun just yesterday, and today, they’re ranked equally."

Among the giggling of the girls, Fu Xingrui unchangingly walked over to Ye Zhun.

He glanced at Ye Zhun’s current deskmate and tapped his desk twice with his finger, "Move to that spot, I’m sitting here."

The thickly bespectacled Fang Dongcheng looked nervously towards the homeroom teacher.

The teacher, feeling a chill on his scalp, waved his hand, "Just switch places with Mr. Fu."

Fang Dongcheng hurriedly tidied his desk and went next door, while Fu Xingrui sprawled down casually.

"Fu Xingrui, nice to meet you."

Facing the young man’s extended hand, Ye Zhun tapped his palm lightly, "Ye Zhun."

Ye Zhun glanced behind him: "Where’s your backpack?"

"Why do I need a backpack?" Fu Xingrui spread his hands. "Don’t need one."

Ye Zhun understood.

Seeing his confident demeanor, he must be a top student.

Even without a backpack, without studying, he could still achieve good results.

He took out a pen from his pencil case and handed it over, "There’s a math test soon, you still need to write on the paper, right?"

Fu Xingrui’s face darkened.

Damn it, how unlucky to encounter a test right after arriving.

"About to enter senior year three, the teacher is strict, these kinds of tests happen every few days."

Fu Xingrui: ...

This could surely add insult to injury.

Soon, the math teacher walked in with the test papers.

"This is a monthly test, everyone be serious, those who lag behind, ten sets of papers, if you can’t finish, run twenty laps on the playground."

The classroom instantly abuzz with lament.

Fu Xingrui whispered, "How’s your math?"

"Not bad." Ye Zhun was tidying up his desk methodically, leaving only a pencil case.

The papers were passed forward, he reached out to take one, then passed the remaining papers back.

At the same time, Fu Xingrui also received the test paper.

Then, the math teacher came over to Ye Zhun, leaned down gently and concerned, "Mr. Ye, how are you feeling?"

"No problems, thank you for caring, Teacher."

"That’s good, just focus on the test, even if there’s a setback, it’s okay, the teacher understands, just push harder later, you’ll definitely catch up."

Ye Zhun had been absent from school for over a month due to medical leave.

This was his first test since returning to school.

"This paper is a bit tough, everyone, don’t get stuck on one problem, especially the last two big questions, they are disasters."

The teacher’s words once again triggered a chorus of groans in the classroom.

Ye Zhun glanced at the last two big questions.

It was okay, disaster was a bit exaggerated, it was at most a thunderstorm.

Soon, the classroom quieted down, only the sound of scribbling persisted.

Fu Xingrui, holding the pen borrowed from Ye Zhun, stared blankly at the first question.

What the hell was this sadistic task his second brother tasked him with? Seeing such a paper made him want to smash his head against the wall.

Expecting him, a business prodigy, to do high school mathematics was like pushing a duck onto a perch.

Ye Zhun breezed through half the paper in one go, glanced around, and saw Fu Xingrui hadn’t written a word, his eyes staring at the paper filled with deep resentment.

He decided to retract his earlier guess.

This guy wasn’t a top student but a complete academic dud. He didn’t bring a backpack because he truly didn’t need one.

Even the lowest ranked in the class wouldn’t fail the first giveaway question.

Fu Xingrui noticed a gaze had continuously been on him, so he turned his head as well.

Their eyes met.

Ye Zhun’s eyes were filled with sympathy, whereas Fu Xingrui’s were full of embarrassment.

Fu Xingrui: Is it too late to back out now?

But then, thinking of the enormous start-up capital needed, he immediately chickened out.

His grandfather would never give him so much money to start a business in his lifetime, his second brother was his only lifeline.

As Fu Xingrui was internally conflicted, he saw Ye Zhun’s paper seemingly shift slightly towards him.

The angle was just right for him to see all the answers on the left side.