Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 31: Forgot You Had A Husband?

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Forgot You Had A Husband?

Fu Xingzhou, towel-drying his hair, saw Ye Yan seated in front of the computer, searching for information about Nathan.

Even if Lin Yihang refused to back out, she had to try finding Nathan, despite the chances being nearly zero.

A hand reached out and snapped her laptop screen shut.

Ye Yan, already irritated, said, "Fu Xingzhou, can you please not mess around?"

"Begging for this, pleading for that, why not beg me?" He tossed the towel aside, under his black hair, his eyes were deeply set, "Forgot you still have a husband?"

He had flown back from inland, yet she didn’t even bother to ask him a single question.

She’d rather beg those cats and dogs, not even mentioning him.

She was the pure and holy doctor, and he, the despicable and wicked gambler; she would love nothing more than to eternally sever ties with him, feeling the slightest touch was a bitter poison to her sanctity.

The more she avoided him, the more he insisted on dragging her down with him; the cleaner she was, the more he wanted to soil her.

Sensing the sudden hostility in the man, Ye Yan, not a fool, quickly created a distance between them, on guard.

But Fu Xingzhou allowed her no chance to escape; he swiftly caught her wrist and yanked her forcefully into his embrace.

"Fu Xingzhou, what are you doing?" Ye Yan had grown accustomed to his unpredictable moods, but this time it seemed even more intense and inexplicable.

She couldn’t recall having offended him just now.

"What do you think I’m doing? Of course, I’m about to take you." Fu Xingzhou pressed her down onto the sofa behind him, pinning her flailing arms above her head, and kissed her bright red lips.

His domineering kiss was like a heavy downpour, leaving her no chance to resist or catch her breath.

With her hands restrained and her legs firmly held down, Ye Yan could do nothing but twitch uselessly, unable to escape this man’s shackles.

His breath engulfed her, and her mouth filled with a familiar taste; the man’s heavy breathing heated her chest, beating against her heartbeat, tearing at her last defenses bit by bit.

The kiss seemed to last an eternity, and Ye Yan felt as if the air in her chest had been sucked out, turning her originally fair little face into an enticing cherry red.

Her clear phoenix eyes brimmed with a mist that tempted sin, stirring a malevolent desire to make her cry.

Perhaps because she no longer resisted, a trace of Fu Xingzhou’s sanity returned. His fingers idly caressed the lips he had just ravaged, "If Lin Yihang asked you to sleep with him, you would agree without hesitation, wouldn’t you?"

Though it was a question, his tone carried no doubt, sounding more like a statement.

Ye Yan looked at him incredulously, "Fu Xingzhou, what do you think I am?"

She could beg Lin Yihang, could polish his shoes, could kneel before him, but she wasn’t without a bottom line.

Ye Zhun’s freedom certainly wasn’t based on her agreeing to sleep with someone; if he ever found out, he would bear the chains of guilt for a lifetime.

"Dr. Ye begging someone isn’t as good as begging me," Fu Xingzhou’s knuckles pressed a bit painfully, "After all, we often sleep together, and you don’t lose out. If you could be a bit coquettish, a bit wanton, maybe I’d take care of Lin Yihang for you..."

Before Fu Xingzhou could finish, a teardrop that had slid from the corner of Ye Yan’s eyes stopped him.

His stubborn little cat, with claws as sharp as her demeanor, never begged him with a wag of her tail, nor showed a hint of vulnerability before him.

Even the first time, when he forced her, compelled her, doing it over and over, she bit down on her teeth, not shedding a single tear.

He hadn’t said anything too harsh, had he?

He often spoke with this tone and attitude.

Why was she reacting so strongly?

Fu Xingzhou suddenly felt at a loss.

It wasn’t until after a moment that he remembered to brush away the tear with the back of his hand, but the moment he touched it, the tears flowed more freely, like a valve had been opened, and would not stop...

She was so proud, never allowing herself to make a sound even when crying; biting her lip, her slender shoulders shook unstoppably.

Fu Xingzhou hurriedly embraced her, gently patting her back as if to soothe a child, "Why are you suddenly crying? It’s not like this is the first time I’ve talked like that."

Ye Yan buried her face in his chest, crying even harder.

Fu Xingzhou had never comforted a weeping woman before. In his eyes, tears were something cheap and insignificant.

There were women who had wailed about breaking up in front of him, only to irritate him even more and fill him with disgust.

Later, the word spread in the circles that he didn’t like women crying, and no woman dared to use tears to gain his sympathy in front of him again.

But Ye Yan didn’t know this. She now used Fu Xingzhou’s freshly changed loungewear as a handkerchief, smearing her tears and snot on it.

While Fu Xingzhou patted her with his left hand to comfort her, he hastily sent a message with his right hand in the group chat: What do I do if I made a woman cry?

Liang Zheng replied instantly: Bro, how many times did you do it? What positions?

He Xuan sent an emoji with a question mark: Bro, even in the inland you go this hard? Really making us Ao City men proud.

Fu Xingzhou: ?????

Could these people empty their dirty minds for once?

The frustrating part was he found it a bit hard to explain himself, mainly because he wasn’t even sure why it was happening.

Fu Xingzhou: How do you console someone who’s crying?

Liang Zheng: It’s fine, that’s crying from happiness. No need to console her; next time, she’ll probably be begging you to make her cry again.

Fu Xingzhou: ?????

Why ask a fool such a question? No, the real fool was himself for asking it in the group chat.

After leaving the group chat, Fu Xingzhou received a private message from Tang Jingyao.

"Did you make Dr. Ye cry?"

Bare-bottomed childhood friends sometimes know you even better than you know yourself.

"Give me some advice."

"You didn’t bring her a gift from the inland, that bag, didn’t I buy two?"

"She doesn’t like bags."

"So you didn’t bring her anything."

"I guess you could say I did."

While waiting at the airport, there happened to be a Hanfu store outside, a brand that specialized in Hanfu and was very popular inland.

He saw from afar a piece of clothing that would be very suitable for Ye Yan, so he had his bodyguard buy it.

During his business trip inland, he often saw girls in Hanfu walking energetically on the streets; it seemed to be trending.

Ye Yan studied classical dance; she would probably like this kind of elegant, traditional attire.

"If a girl is crying, don’t rush to comfort her. The more you comfort her, the harder she’ll cry," Tang Jingyao advised with unwavering confidence, "Give her some time to calm down. Wait until the volume of her crying has lessened, then you can try speaking to her. Remember, don’t mention anything related to what caused the crying, or she might cry even harder."

"What do I say then?"

"Tell her a story."

A slew of black lines filled Fu Xingzhou’s forehead.

Tell a story??

He seriously doubted Tang’s intentions and wondered if he was being set up.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.