Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 149: Can You Do Me a Favor?

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Can You Do Me a Favor?

Li Wanru was about to say something when Ye Yan interrupted her, "Fu Xingzhou and I are not what you think, Miss Li. Could you do me a favor?"

"A joke, me do you a favor?" Li Wanru said disdainfully.

The person in front of her was undoubtedly her rival in love; how could she possibly be so kindhearted?

"Helping me is also helping yourself," Ye Yan stepped forward and whispered a few words in Li Wanru’s ear.

Li Wanru looked at her with some surprise, "Are you sure?"

"If Miss Li is unwilling, then forget it," Ye Yan turned to leave.

"Wait a second," Li Wanru hurriedly called out to her.

Although she had some doubts about Ye Yan’s intentions, it seemed that doing this would not be a loss for her.

"You better not be playing me, or I will definitely make you pay."

After Li Wanru returned to the hall, Li Xiuze stepped forward and asked, "Why did you just come back? You didn’t go looking for trouble with Miss Ye, did you?"

"So what if I did?"

Li Xiuze was somewhat angered by her obstinacy, "Before we came, I told you, Miss Ye is absolutely extraordinary to Fu Er, and you should not provoke her lightly. Otherwise, if Fu Er holds you accountable, I can’t help you, even though our families have been friends for generations, you know his character."

Fu Xingzhou would definitely not let anyone off the hook easily just because of the friendship between the two families.

Not to mention, Ye Yan was his Achilles’ heel.

"Why do I feel that Miss Ye does not really wish to stay here with sincerity?"

"That’s not for you to worry about," Li Xiuze, fearing that his sister would cause trouble, reiterated several warnings.

On the surface, Li Wanru pretended to be obedient, but in reality, she didn’t take in a single word.

Her gaze fell on Fu Xingzhou.

Although he was chatting with the people around him, his eyes seemed uninterested and somewhat distracted.

Not until the banquet ended did Fu Xingzhou go back to find Ye Yan.

He knocked on the door and waited for a long while, thinking that Ye Yan was still unwilling to open the door for him.

Just as he was about to leave, the door creaked open.

Ye Yan stood inside the room looking at him, "Is there something you need?"

"I was afraid you hadn’t eaten enough, so I brought you some late-night snacks."

Ye Yan didn’t say anything but let him in.

"Are you drinking?" Fu Xingzhou noticed an opened bottle of wine on the table and a glass half-filled with a bright red liquid.

"I only had a little," Ye Yan said, "I can’t sleep, so I was seeing if alcohol might help."

Fu Xingzhou picked up the glass she had used, sniffed it, and found it to be not a strong liquor but a very common fruit wine.

She knew her alcohol tolerance was poor.

"Have someone send me two sleeping pills later," Ye Yan picked up the glass, "otherwise, I can’t sleep."

Fu Xingzhou held her hand, his face showing a pained expression, "It’s not good to always take medicine, I’ll find you a doctor who specializes in sleep regulation."

"Why I can’t sleep well, aren’t you very clear about that?" Ye Yan smiled with a touch of scorn, "If you really care about me, let me go. Keeping me trapped here will only make me resent you more. Fu Xingzhou, let’s have a good parting and not turn each other into enemies."

"We are not enemies, we are husband and wife," Fu Xingzhou emphasized seriously, "Tonight I’ll stay with you, to make sure you sleep well."

"No need," Ye Yan pulled away from his hand and brought the glass closer to her lips.

Before her lips could touch the edge of the glass, the wine glass had already changed hands.

Fu Xingzhou downed the half glass of fruit wine in one go, his black eyes burning as he looked at her.

His irises were of an endless deep black, vaguely reflecting her silhouette.

"Yanyan," he whispered, his breath carrying the clear scent of alcohol as he pressed close to her cheek, his right hand firmly gripping her shoulder, "you said you wouldn’t leave me."

"What was the reason you tricked me into saying that back then? You were feeling guilty and wanted to seek psychological comfort for yourself. But you know, at that time, no matter what you said, I would’ve agreed."

"And now? Why can’t you agree to me now?" Fu Xingzhou became agitated, his grip on her shoulders tightening unconsciously, "I was wrong, I truly realize my mistake, and as long as you forgive me, I can do anything for you."

The usually haughty Fu Xingzhou had never begged so humbly.

If Ye Yan asked him to kneel right now, he would do so without hesitation.

His abject pleading was all to secure a single word of forgiveness from her.

"I’ve told you, unless you make Xiao Zhun a whole and healthy person, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life."

"In your eyes, is he more important than I am?"

"And in your eyes, is your father more important than I am? Fu Xingzhou, you’re not a three-year-old child; what’s the point of making such comparisons?"

His gaze dimmed once more, perhaps crazed somewhat by the alcohol.

The person before him was still so beautiful, just like when he first laid eyes on her and wanted to make her his own.

At that time, it was just for a night’s pleasure, never expecting to fall so deeply in love.

He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without her; perhaps life would go on, but it would never have that warm, healing glow that enveloped his heart.

"Fu Xingzhou, what are you doing?"

Ye Yan was forcibly pulled into his arms, his cool lips finding hers, initially grinding gently before prying open the barrier of her teeth.

Her softness, her taste—he knew them all too well.

It was as if a ray of desire tore open a rift, and a horde of impulses surged forth; at that moment, nothing could stop his determination to possess her.

"Let go of me."

Ye Yan’s struggles were insignificant, never a match against the absolute disparity in strength.

He was familiar with every inch of her skin, every sensitive spot, and his fingertips ignited sparks as they danced across her.

Ye Yan resisted, throwing punches and kicks with all her might, but they were easily subdued by him.

He had been deprived of her for too long, and desire had thoroughly shattered his rationality.

Despite hearing her cry, despite seeing red marks form on her fair skin, he still uncontrollably claimed her after a tumultuous inner battle.

In that instant, he felt as though there were signs of life in him again, unlike the daily fluctuation of emotions, his heart cold as ashes.

Only she could warm him, moisten him, and allow him to regrow roots and sprout anew.

He whispered in his soft, passionate Cantonese near her ear, repeating endlessly that he loved her, as if only by doing so could he feel that she was real.

After an indeterminable time, as the intensity faded and calm returned,

Ye Yan sat up on the bed, looking at the man who had already fallen sound asleep beside her.

His perfect sleeping face, his even breathing—only at times like this did he seem like an ordinary man without his armor, revealing a vulnerable side without any hesitation to expose his weaknesses.

He had always been the gazer, and she was seeing him post-slumber for the first time.

It was also the drug-laced wine, which took rapid effect after their vigorous exertions.

Ye Yan’s gaze fell on the dragon tattoo on his shoulder, its eyes staring fixedly at her.

Her hand wanted to caress his forehead, but in the end, she pulled back as if receiving an electric shock.