Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 33: Off the Charts

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Off the Charts

Amidst the entanglement, Ye Yan finally managed to preserve her clothes.

However, the man’s last bit of patience had also worn out, and he was about to get straight to the point.

"Fu Xingzhou, no." Ye Yan urgently grabbed hold of him, her fair face showing strands of grievance, "It will hurt."

Every time they made love, he acted like a hunter with extreme patience, carefully setting his trap and then circling his prey, watching it fall into the trap, struggling weakly, whimpering softly, until it exhausted all its energy.

He would then leisurely tease, and then devour it with great relish.

He greatly enjoyed this process from capture to conquest.

"Little thing, you really are high maintenance." The man pinched her slender waist, his cool lips burying into her chest, "Don’t make me wait too long."

He knew how to stir her desires, every sensitive spot on her body he knew clearly.

Ye Yan only felt a dizzy haze, and it seemed as if a warm stream slid between her legs.

And his hand, burning hot, was also exploring there...

"Wait a second." Ye Yan quickly grabbed his knuckles, "Not there."

Fu Xingzhou, repeatedly interrupted by her, had long shown displeasure in his brow, "Why not? Don’t you like it best when I use my hands..."

"It really won’t work." She clutched his fingers tightly, her tone almost changing, her face even reddened, "I think... I’m on my period."

Fu Xingzhou: ...

Ye Yan heard him curse, but at this moment she couldn’t care less, quickly pushing the man with a gloomy face, "Go get me some tissue."

She dared not move, afraid of making a mess everywhere.

Fu Xingzhou, with a dark face, brought the tissue over, but instead of handing it to Ye Yan, he knelt on one knee in front of her.

"I, I’ll do it myself." Ye Yan realized what he was about to do and quickly tried to stop him.

"Don’t move." The man’s tone was harsh, his actions not exactly gentle as he parted her slender legs, the bright red an especially striking, yet piercing sight against the pale jade-like skin...

Her legs were long, smooth, and well-proportioned, without an ounce of extra flesh.

He liked to throw them over his shoulders and play with them, a soul-melting delight.

Fu Xingzhou’s wiping was a bit rough.

He was very angry, and Ye Yan could see that.

Not until the skin there was rubbed red did Ye Yan cautiously speak, "It’s clean enough."

Fu Xingzhou gave her a cool look.

"I’m going to the restroom." Ye Yan, afraid he would throw the used tissue at her face, quickly climbed out of bed, not caring about her nudity.

Fu Xingzhou watched the woman’s glowing white body, growing even angrier.

Had he flown all the way from inland just to wipe her period blood?

Ye Yan found a sanitary napkin in the locker, washed herself briefly, and only then did she remember she had come in naked.

Fu Xingzhou was standing by the window smoking when he saw a figure stealthily peek out from the restroom.

She thought he couldn’t see her, but the reflection on the glass made it clear.

He silently watched her, wrapped in a towel, tiptoe out like a cat, and noticing that he had his back to her, she even secretly patted her chest to calm down.

Fu Xingzhou stubbed out his cigarette on the window ledge, and just as she was about to find her clothes, he suddenly strode over and scooped her up.

Ye Yan, flustered, kicked her legs wildly, only causing her towel to slip down.

"Fu Xingzhou, what are you doing?" she cried both embarrassed and angry, "Are you a pervert?"

He couldn’t really be thinking of going into battle with her amidst all the blood, could he?

Although he had never done it before, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it.

Fu Xingzhou threw her onto the bed, the woman was bare and slippery, yet like a flailing kitten.

"Where are the clothes?" his voice raspy, as he held down her wrists.

Ye Yan’s long eyelashes fluttered twice, then she raised her other hand to point at the wardrobe.

Fu Xingzhou turned and walked over to the wardrobe, pulled out a set of pajamas, and also a pair of black silky underwear.

Ye Yan was still stunned, the pajamas and underwear tossed onto her head.

"Stop gawking and hurry up and change."

Fu Xingzhou pulled out a tissue from the box, wiping his fingers that had just handled a cigarette, all the while staring intensely at her as she changed.

Ye Yan, her face flushed, had no choice but to dress in front of him.

After all, she had nothing hidden from him; he even knew her body better than she did herself.

Once dressed, Ye Yan went to the bathroom to deal with her sanitary pad, finally feeling completely relaxed.

However, while she was comfortable, Fu Xingzhou was not.

Watching his face dark as water, Ye Yan even lessened the rhythm of her breathing.

She also felt somewhat wronged.

It wasn’t her choice to have her period; she hadn’t expected such timing.

He had lived and dined with Nangong Yan for so long while he was in the inland, hadn’t Nangong Yan satisfied him?

Thinking this, Ye Yan also felt disheartened, as if she no longer had any spirit left.

Since staying here was only making him angry, she might as well continue looking for clues about Nathan.

Just as Ye Yan was about to get up, he pulled her back, her slender back slamming into a solid wall of muscle, causing her to gasp in pain.

"What are you trying to do?" His tone was harsh, his breath still laden with desire, "Looking for someone with the surname Lin won’t do you any good, how are you going to manage in this condition?"

Ye Yan instantly became annoyed, "Who I visit is none of your business, why do you care how others manage?"

"You’ve got some nerve?" Fu Xingzhou frowned, irritated by her sudden flare-up, pinching her gaunt cheeks, staring into her eyes blazing with fury.

Like a little fire dragon, very irritable, but harmless.

He chuckled in irritation, "Feeling brave, are you? Faced with trouble, you don’t turn to your man but seek help from these wild men. What, do you want to taste something wild because I can’t satisfy you?"

His lips were thin, nicely shaped, neither lacking masculine boldness nor the color of sensuality, yet, his words were like poisoned arrows, each one meticulously lethal, piercing straight to the heart.

Ye Yan suddenly felt tired.

After many days of effort, from disappointment to despair, it seemed every door remained tightly shut to her, not a sliver of light shining through.

She lowered her gaze, staring at his attractive hands: "Mr. Fu drowned himself in pleasures of the flesh in the inland, daily indulging in poetry and beauty, with wine and lovely women, too busy to bother about me."

Had she never thought to look for him?

"Who told you that?" Fu Xingzhou lifted her face, his gaze intense, "What wine and beauties, pleasures of the flesh? What are you talking about?"

Ye Yan coldly sneered in her heart, a slight sneer curling the corner of her mouth, "Mr. Fu has quite the memory, just cuddled up with someone, and now he’s forgotten everything."

"You mean Nangong Yan?"

Ye Yan looked away, avoiding his gaze.

"International Ring City Hotel, the Presidential Suite – did Miss Nangong not satisfy you? Don’t take your frustration out on me."

Fu Xingzhou: ...

He was way off the mark.