Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 39: Are You Cursing Me in Your Heart?

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Are You Cursing Me in Your Heart?

Ye Yan saw the man striding towards her and instinctively wanted to turn and walk away, but she still needed something from him. If she angered him, what would happen to Ye Zhun’s case?

Actually, this was not the first time she had seen him cozying up to other women, but she had always turned a blind eye.

Like the female celebrity not far away, Ye Yan knew they had been together on Dangzi Island. After reading the gossip news, she had even silently prayed, hoping Miss Meng would capture his heart and keep him on Dangzi Island forever.

But now, seeing them standing together being intimate, she found the sight exceptionally glaring.

Within her chest, a jumble of negative emotions churned, feeling like a mix of anger, sadness, disappointment, and helplessness.

Before Ye Yan could understand the sudden emotional turmoil, Fu Xingzhou had already approached her.

"Hungry, right? Let’s go eat."

His tone was indifferent as if the ambiguous embrace with the female celebrity just now had never happened, or even if she had caught him, it seemed he didn’t care.

She was just one of his many women, the only difference being their marital status.

But as the "Empress," she was powerless and vulnerable, hardly in a position to influence the rivalry and favor among the "concubines."

"What’s wrong, feeling unwell?" Fu Xingzhou saw her standing still and reached out to feel her forehead.

"No." Ye Yan’s voice sounded hoarse.

Looking over his shoulder, she could still see Meng Li’s anxious gaze, assessing her with speculation.

"Is that Meng Li?" Ye Yan couldn’t pretend to be ignorant, even though she clearly understood. For Ye Zhun’s sake, now was not the time to indulge in her feelings.

"She’s that famous?"

"I’ve been following her show recently."

To Ye Yan’s surprise, Fu Xingzhou took her hand and walked towards Meng Li with steady steps.

Ye Yan was instinctively led by him until she caught the scent of Meng Li’s perfume, which snapped her back to reality.

Meng Li was quietly sizing her up.

Despite being a former Miss Hong Kong, Meng Li had to admit that the woman in front of her was stunningly beautiful, ethereally so, heart-stoppingly so.

Her features were like those of a celestial being who had descended to earth, with a cold, distant demeanor enveloped in a light mist, adding an air of gentle charm and graceful poise.

"Who is this?" Meng Li was slightly dazed by the striking beauty before her.

"My wife." Fu Xingzhou wrapped an arm around Ye Yan’s shoulder, lowered his head and kissed her on the crown of her head, "She said she’s been watching your show recently."

That comment hit Meng Li like thunder.

Wife?

Since when was Fu Xingzhou married?

"Mr. Fu really knows how to joke."

Meng Li thought this couldn’t be true; Fu Xingzhou was probably just trying to fend off her own advances with this lame excuse.

The woman before her was indeed beautiful, but a playboy like Fu Xingzhou wouldn’t be easily tamed.

However, whether Meng Li believed or not was not important to Fu Xingzhou. His kiss moved from Ye Yan’s hair to her cheek, "The star is right in front of you, what would you like her to do?"

Ye Yan was taken aback for a moment before saying, "Miss Meng, could I have your autograph, please? My coworker is your fan."

The show was actually recommended by Xiao Xiao, and indeed, it was really well produced.

Meng Li’s face turned pale in an instant, and if not for the strong mental resilience developed from working in the entertainment industry, her facial expression would have certainly crumbled completely.

"Of course," Meng Li quickly curved into a professional smile, "I’ll call my assistant."

Regardless of whether Fu Xingzhou’s words were true or false, it was apparent that at this moment, he was giving this "new love" much face.

She wanted to ingratiate herself with Fu Xingzhou, because his status in Ao City was irreplaceable, but she was ultimately a Hong Kong person, and her focus remained in Hong Kong.

She wasn’t naive enough to believe that she was the one who could pull Fu Xingzhou off his pedestal and make him wholeheartedly devoted.

Meng Li quickly asked her assistant for two signed photos.

As Ye Yan took them, Meng Li’s deep gaze never wavered, "What do you do for work, miss? Are you interested in a career in the entertainment industry?"

Startled, Ye Yan was about to answer when Fu Xingzhou spoke for her, "Miss Meng, don’t joke. She’s a doctor. If you’re ill, you can come to her."

Having said that, without further attention to Meng Li, he took Ye Yan by the hand and they went to the private room.

That acquaintance from earlier chats, probably wanting to leave space for him and Meng Li, had already retreated at some point.

"Won’t Miss Meng get angry with you walking away like this?" Ye Yan flipped through the menu, her downcast eyes betraying no emotion.

Looking up from his phone, Fu Xingzhou’s gaze landed on her eyelashes, bathed in diffused light, fluttering as if they bore the emotions of their owner.

"Why, do you think I should keep her company?" The man narrowed his eyes, the phone spinning in his palm.

"Guests should be treated with respect," Ye Yan said, looking at the menu, though not absorbing a single word.

"Is that really what you think?" The next second, she was scooped up and seated firmly on his lap, as if in retaliation for her earlier words, his kisses landed heavily on her lips, swirling with a fiery passion that laid siege to her senses, leaving chaos in their wake.

Ye Yan let out a soft moan, trying to struggle, but she was firmly imprisoned by his embrace, her soft form pressing against his chest in an inadvertent friction, igniting the most fatal of sparks.

His towering pride swelled, striving to reach the heavens and pierce the sky.

"Fu Xingzhou, don’t..." She finally found a break to speak, her words wrapped in a tender softness, tinged with a soul-melting tone, "we’ll be seen."

"Who dares to come in?" Fu Xingzhou deliberately thrust against her, showcasing through the thin fabric the ambition he harbored at that moment.

Indeed, without Fu Xingzhou’s word, the two bodyguards at the door would stop anyone; even without a locked door, the place was absolutely secure.

"Put me down," Ye Yan dared not move, for fear that he would push further.

"No," his hand fell on her calf, lifting the hem of her skirt to reach inside.

She was wearing a khaki knitted skirt today, matched with flesh-colored stockings. Even through this fine layer, he could feel the smooth and taut texture of her legs.

Outside the private room was the hallway, where voices of conversation drifted over now and then.

Ye Yan pressed his hand down, silently pleading, her teeth biting into her red lips, biting out stubborn marks of defiance.

"Are you being good?" Fu Xingzhou tapped her lips, prompting her to cease tormenting those poor petals.

Ye Yan remained silent, neither responding nor continuing to resist.

"Are you jealous?" Fu Xingzhou chuckled lightly, pinching her cheek.

"No." This time, she denied it extremely quickly, almost as if she feared revealing herself if she were a second slower.

"Not?" He drew out the word, nudging her again, the half-threatening, half-enticing posture only making Ye Yan’s face grow redder.

Fu Xingzhou didn’t press her to admit it, lifting her fallen strands of hair to tuck them behind her ear, "If you have any questions, ask them while I’m in a good mood."

"None."

Fu Xingzhou frowned, obviously not satisfied, "Is that all you know how to say?"

He straightened her face by holding her chin, "Or are you cursing me in your heart?"

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