Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 32: Finally No More Giving Away Bags

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Finally No More Giving Away Bags

"Fu Er, send me your location."

"What for?" Fu Xingzhou, considering he was kindly helping, casually sent over his location.

"To collect gambling debts."

Tang Jingyao happily forwarded the screenshot to He Xuan and Liang Zheng: "You agreed to the bet, gentleman. Accept the loss."

Who said Fu Er would definitely not come back? There he was, already back in arms.

Fu Xingzhou was unaware that the three were betting on him; he was earnestly pondering over Tang Jingyao’s words.

Then, he patiently waited.

Sure enough, Ye Yan’s crying gradually subsided, the shaking of her shoulders weakened, and she nestled in his arms like a pitiful little cat.

He gently rubbed the little cat’s head.

The warmth from the palm on her head seeped through her scalp, spreading to every limb.

She seemed to suddenly awaken and hurriedly lifted her head from his embrace.

His clothes were damp with a large patch from tears and the runny nose, crumpled and somewhat pitiable to behold.

He was a clean freak, always wiping his fingers with a wet wipe after smoking.

Ye Yan immediately became flustered.

The worry was for his loungewear—custom-made outfit shown at a recent Fashion Week; it must be very expensive. The confusion stemmed from the fact that she had just cried in Fu Xingzhou’s arms for so long, seemingly pouring out all the grievances and fears she had pent up over the days.

In front of him, she had always hidden her emotions well, swallowing even the grievances and humiliations with gritted teeth.

She seldom cried, no matter how sad or distressed she was, sometimes secretly shedding a few tears was enough for her. This was the first time she had cried so desolately in someone’s arms.

And that someone was Fu Xingzhou, the very person she wished to clearly stay away from.

"Do you like to hear stories?" Fu Xingzhou remembered Tang Junshi’s advice, lightly touching the tears pooled in her eyes with his fingertips.

This was the first time he saw her cry so heartbroken, her eyes red like two juicy peaches, and her cheeks as if rouged with natural tint, tender enough to make one want to pinch.

Seeing Ye Yan slightly widen her eyes, Fu Xingzhou continued to ask, "Do you like to hear fairy tales, or do you prefer ghost stories?"

Ye Yan: ...

Fu Xingzhou telling her a story was a ghost story in itself, wasn’t it?

"I’ll compensate for the clothes," Ye Yan said cautiously.

Fu Xingzhou only then noticed his loungewear, and the disdain in his eyes almost burst forth at the sight of the unknown stains on his chest.

"You..." He seemed to want to say something, but seeing her pitiable, rabbit-like eyes, he forcefully swallowed back his words.

Damn, internally injured.

Fu Xingzhou then changed into Ye Zhun’s white T-shirt.

He couldn’t possibly remain indifferent while wearing a shirt full of saliva.

Silence, silence was the ambiance of the Grand Hall tonight.

After a while, just as Fu Xingzhou was about to speak, Ye Yan quickly interrupted him.

"I, I don’t want to hear a story."

It’s, really scary.

Fu Xingzhou closed his mouth, stood up, and brought over a paper bag, "Here."

Afraid that she would refuse, he reluctantly added: "It’s not a bag, it’s cheap."

Ye Yan almost laughed; so he knew, he only ever gave bags because he didn’t need to consider size or body shape with them, nor did he need to put much thought into it, making it the simplest gift.

Ye Yan opened the paper bag, which contained only one piece of clothing.

Just like the clothes she usually bought, the packaging was very ordinary.

The light lotus-pink embroidered Hanfu with white pleated skirt had a bow tied in the middle with matching-colored tassels.

She had been learning a new dance called "Lotus Pond Moonlight" from her teacher and hadn’t found suitable dance attire, but the Hanfu that Fu Xingzhou bought was just what she had envisioned in her dreams.

She really wanted to try it on, but...

"Try it on? If it doesn’t fit, we can exchange it." Fu Xingzhou was pleased by Ye Yan’s reaction; he had given her so many bags before, and she hadn’t even bothered to unwrap them, but now her eyes sparkled over a mere piece of clothing.

Joy was something that could not be hidden.

"Mm." Ye Yan had felt a bit embarrassed just moments earlier, but his words prompted her to take the clothes to the bedroom.

He was right, if it wasn’t suitable, they could still exchange it.

She hadn’t noticed that she had already subconsciously accepted his gift.

As for exchanging? When had Fu Xingzhou ever done such a thing? If it really didn’t fit, he would probably buy the entire store.

Fu Xingzhou waited for a bit and when Ye Yan didn’t come out, he walked toward the bedroom.

The moment he opened the door, the blush hues and slender figure formed a breathtaking image of a lady with flowing robes.

Ye Yan usually appeared cool and composed in front of him, her lab coat further accentuating her image as an intellectual woman.

She had once had a mukbang in front of him, showing her true colors as an unabashed food lover when not maintaining her cool demeanor.

Now, in front of the mirror, her red gauze skirt made her stunningly beautiful, like a fairy dancing gracefully, a side of her he had never seen before.

Fu Xingzhou didn’t hide his amazement, having already walked up behind this beauty without realizing it.

Ye Yan was still admiring herself in the mirror when another handsome face appeared beside hers, prompting her to ask bashfully, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Fu Xingzhou’s throat was dry, and there seemed to be a fire burning hotter and hotter in his belly.

He wrapped his arms around her slim waist from behind; she had lost weight again in the last few days, her frail waist barely filling his grasp under the wide belt, appearing even more delicate and swaying like willow in the breeze.

"Fu Xingzhou..." She felt the heat from his palm becoming increasingly intense, his breath on her neck growing heavier, his slightly cool lips tantalizing as they caressed the tender flesh of her earlobe.

She could immediately sense the changes in the man’s body.

Just moments ago on the couch, he had thought about forcing himself on her, but her tears had barely held him back.

Caught off guard, Ye Yan felt her waist loosen, the hands she found so attractive were untying the belt she had carefully fastened.

The beautiful bow came undone in his fingers, making Ye Yan’s heart ache.

"I’ve never been with a fairy before," Fu Xingzhou’s husky voice whispered in her ear, "I wonder how it’s different."

Ye Yan was accustomed to his crude talk, but still her cheeks heated, "Be gentle, don’t ruin the clothes."

She feared his forceful manners might tear it to shreds in a moment.

"Why don’t you take it off yourself?" he suggested as if bargaining.

Ye Yan held his hand, "Okay."

She really liked this dress.

"Have you finished learning that dance?"

"Not yet." She hadn’t had time to go recently, and the dance instructor had called several times to follow up.

"Perform it for me once you’ve learned it." His arms still around her, his voice was like the most affectionate lover’s whisper.

Ye Yan’s heart quivered slightly, her voice tingling with his seductive tone, "Mm."

Her compliant demeanor pleased him, but he soon grew impatient again, "Are your hands this slow when you perform surgery?"

Also, this dress had so many layers; it seemed never-ending.

She felt like tearing it off.

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