Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 38: Don’t Cross the Line

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Don’t Cross the Line

"Miss Ye," Lin Yihang looked genteel and graceful, the boyish features replaced by a mature and steady composure, adding a sense of depth and dignity.

Ye Yan gave him a nod in response.

As the plaintiff’s attorney, she didn’t want to get too entangled with him lest it affected the lawsuit.

"How much money do you want, Miss Ye?"

"What?" Ye Yan looked at him, not understanding.

Lin Yihang’s face was full of mockery, his eyes resembled those of someone looking at a streetwalker scouting for clients: "How much do you need to be bought off? Name your price."

Ye Yan only felt a buzzing in her head.

The figure before her just couldn’t overlap with the boyish image of the past.

Despite the years, she still remembered how the boy had run past her during PE class, slipping a lollipop stealthily into her pocket.

Written on the lollipop wrapper was a line of small text: A lollipop for Ye Yan.

That wrapper she had once carefully tucked between the pages of a book.

Now he was asking her, with such a tone and such a look, how much do you need to be paid off?

In his eyes, she was so cheap and filthy.

"Mr. Lin, please have some self-respect," Ye Yan’s eyes reddened, as if her tear ducts had been touched with rouge.

"Since you’ve become the Gambling King’s mistress, why the pretense of begging in front of me? Is it because your needs are too strong for him to satisfy?" Lin Yihang’s momentary softness at her appearance of suppressed grievances vanished as he remembered her past actions. He condemned himself for the proverbial ’healing of old wounds and forgetting of past pain’; he wouldn’t be fooled by such a woman again.

All he wanted was to humiliate her, trample her, let her taste what it felt like to be wrongfully accused and driven to the verge of suicide.

"How about doubling the price?" Lin Yihang laughed somewhat cruelly, "I assure you, my skills are not inferior to his."

"Is Lawyer Lin so lacking that he desires another man’s woman?" Fu Xingzhou had finished his phone call at some point, his tall frame subtly shielding Ye Yan behind him. "Instead of mindlessly barking here, you might want to focus on your case, see if you can hold on to your title as the number one lawyer in Ao City."

Lin Yihang was insulted but not annoyed, "Mr. Fu is pretty lacking too, picking up whatever broken shoes he can find for his home."

"Lin Yihang, if you want to appear in court unscathed, watch your mouth," Fu Xingzhou’s words carried a clear warning, "Your public shaming of an innocent girl makes you look like a shrew."

Regardless of Lin Yihang’s expression, he draped his arm over Ye Yan’s shoulder, letting her lean against him, "Let’s go."

After getting into the car, Fu Xingzhou still held her close, feeling her tremble.

"What exactly is the grudge between you and Lin Yihang?"

With Lin Yihang’s qualifications, he would never take on such an insignificant case, so his motive was clear; he was purposely targeting Ye Yan.

Ye Yan shrank into his embrace, his heartbeat, his warmth, like a hand, gradually smoothing out her erratic pulse.

Yes, even though Lin Yihang had spoken such nasty words, she still couldn’t bring herself to hate him.

Everything he had suffered was given by the Ye family; his hatred was justified, and she had no right to ask for his forgiveness.

Compared to the few trivial insults, his past life was what was truly awful.

"The grudges of youth, they’ve long passed," she said.

Fu Xingzhou frowned, "He sure holds a grudge."

She wasn’t clear on how Lin Yihang’s life turned out after leaving Ao City Peninsula, but having to adapt to a new environment and with the family savings squeezed dry by Ye Jian’an, life must have been very difficult.

"Fu Xingzhou, thank you." Ye Yan didn’t want to talk now, she just buried her face in his chest, quiet like an obedient little cat.

She didn’t dare to think what kind of despair she would have suffered if Fu Xingzhou hadn’t come back.

Whether Fu Xingzhou did it out of kindness or for some purpose, he had pulled her out of the abyss, and she was profoundly grateful.

Fu Xingzhou patted her back, "I don’t accept verbal thanks, give me something practical."

Ye Yan bit him on his chest out of irritation. Through the shirt, his muscles were so hard they almost hurt her teeth; the bite wasn’t serious and seemed more like she was teasing him.

Fu Xingzhou chuckled: "When I said something practical, like inviting me for a meal or something, Dr. Ye, are you thinking about getting with me all the time?"

Ye Yan: ...

She really wanted to ask him how he managed to keep such a thick skin.

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The two of them went to Xu Jixuan.

The manager hurried to open a private room on the second floor.

Before Fu Xingzhou entered, he bumped into an acquaintance in the corridor. While they were chatting, Ye Yan went to the restroom.

"Who’s that?" The acquaintance watched Ye Yan’s departing figure—graceful and slender, with an inherently cool and tempting air, even her walking posture stirred up fanciful thoughts.

He knew that Fu Xingzhou often changed women and thought she might be one among his many flings.

Fu Xingzhou’s gaze deepened and he smiled, "If you want one, find your own, don’t covet mine."

The acquaintance understood that this meant he wasn’t done with her yet; otherwise, with their relationship, he would have generously obliged.

"By the way, Miss Meng is actually here today, have you not seen each other for quite some time?" After saying that, he called into the private room: "Meng Li, look who’s here."

Meng Li was talking to a producer and, hearing the voice, slowly stepped out. Seeing Fu Xingzhou standing there, her eyebrows lifted in joy: "Mr. Fu."

Fu Xingzhou greeted, "Been here long?"

"Are you blaming me for not contacting you immediately?" Meng Li’s seductive eyes narrowed, and her arms wrapped around his waist, "I just flew over from Hong Kong today and was having a meal with the producer. I was planning to look for you tonight."

Meng Li’s quick rise from Miss Hong Kong to TVB’s beloved starlet within a single year was certainly helped by her striking looks.

With such attractive features, full lips, big bright eyes, she easily captivated the public’s aesthetic.

But Fu Xingzhou leisurely removed her hands from around his waist, exhibiting a distant and indifferent smile, "Miss Meng, our collaboration has ended, and Huangsha Group hasn’t invested in the movie you’re going to shoot next."

"You haven’t invested in the movie, but you can invest in me," Meng Li insisted, placing her hand on his chest with suggestiveness, sliding it down until it reached below his belt—her hand was caught again.

Fu Xingzhou’s expression turned cold, "Miss Meng, don’t cross the line."

He raised his hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture of gentle care, yet it made one shiver, "Otherwise, there won’t be a place for you to film in Ao City."

Understanding his character, Meng Li didn’t dare overstep again.

But she couldn’t understand how, after only three short months apart, he had no interest in her.

Especially when everything was still good back on Dangzi Island.

Meng Li wanted to say more, but Fu Xingzhou suddenly glanced with his peripheral vision and saw a slender figure standing under the corridor light, not far away, not knowing how long she had been there.

His heart suddenly pounded erratically, he cursed ’shit’ under his breath, and immediately went to meet her.