Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 48: A Dog’s Mouth Can’t Spit Out Ivory

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: A Dog’s Mouth Can’t Spit Out Ivory

Ye Yan struggled to open her eyes, her voice weak but urgent, "Meng Tian will handle this matter, can you not interfere?"

If Fu Xingzhou intervened, Pei Ye would definitely be dealt with harshly, but this would only deepen the conflict between Pei Ye and Meng Tian and intensify the targeting of Meng Tian in the future.

Meng Tian’s job was special; it was better to avoid trouble if possible.

Their relationships were like wells and rivers; not interfering with each other was the best course.

"Stitches and still speaking up for others—Dr. Ye is really kind-hearted, isn’t she?"

Ye Yan ignored the irony in his words, gently tugging at the fabric around his waist, "I was injured by accident, it’s just my own bad luck."

She seemed to have been unlucky recently; first, Ye Zhun had an accident, and then she sustained a concussion from a shard of glass.

"You care so much for your good friend, how come you never thought about me?" Fu Xingzhou’s voice was cool, suddenly filled with a chill.

Ye Yan was a bit confused, probably due to the concussion, and couldn’t figure out why he suddenly got angry.

Not understanding, she simply buried her head in his chest and continued to pretend to be an ostrich.

Fu Xingzhou let out an exasperated laugh at her timid behavior.

How could she not ask where he had been—how worried he had been all the way here, running through several red lights.

Her mind was filled only with her good friend; if it weren’t for her, would she be injured, bloodied, and terrifying like a ghost?

The tension in the man’s body, along with the slightly rapid breathing above her head, made Ye Yan uneasy.

A small hand unconsciously rubbed against his body until it hit a certain spot, then she cautiously rubbed it a few more times to test.

Fu Xingzhou’s expression darkened, his voice cold, "What did you touch?"

Actually, she hadn’t touched anything, but that was the strangest part.

Her voice stammered, her face slightly red, "Why, why aren’t you wearing underwear?"

"What do you think?"

She lifted her eyelids, only then noticing that his hair was half-wet, thinking of the earlier unreturned messages...

"Are you taking a bath?"

Fu Xingzhou scoffed.

He had come out of the hot spring when he inadvertently checked his phone, seeing her message and then he had called her.

Meng Tian had said she was at the hospital; he had hurriedly put on clothes and left, in his panic completely unaware that he had forgotten to wear his underwear.

A warmth surged in Ye Yan’s heart; even being slow, she could imagine the scenario.

Realizing the person in his arms was laughing, Fu Xingzhou became more irritated; surely, she was laughing at him for not wearing underwear.

Just as he was about to smack her bottom, he heard a muted voice from within his embrace, "It smells quite good."

Her hand around his waist tightened a bit more, "Fu Xingzhou, my head hurts."

Her soft, mellow words dissipated most of his anger, but his response came with a sting, "Serves you right."

Ye Yan bit her lip and smiled.

Her drowsiness intensified.

When she woke up again, it was already the next day.

Her head was still very dizzy; lightly moving it made everything spin around her.

She had to close her eyes again but couldn’t fall asleep.

She had slept soundly last night and didn’t know what had happened afterward; probably Fu Xingzhou had carried her all the way back.

She hadn’t expected her injury to make him so anxious.

But that wasn’t her fault.

At that time, her dizziness made everything look double, and leaning on the wall made her want to vomit; she hardly had the energy to care about his wet hair or his lack of underwear.

She had never seen Fu Xingzhou so anxious; she probably was clumsy or hadn’t paid attention at all.

He was always calm and composed, a true strategist.

Thinking this way, Ye Yan felt she was being too meticulous; otherwise, with his guarded nature, how would she have known his urgency?

Ye Yan, who had just mentally given herself a thumbs up, was startled by the sudden sound.

Fu Xingzhou entered at some point and towered over her, seeing her alternating between pouting and laughing like a silly girl.

"Did you really hurt your brain?"

Ye Yan suddenly opened her eyes, and because of this abrupt movement, she felt even dizzier, her voice soft.

"Dizzy."

"What’s so funny about being dizzy?" Fu Xingzhou tucked in a corner of the blanket, "Or were you thinking about something delightful?"

Ye Yan looked at him with curved eyes and smiles, "I’m not telling you."

"Getting bold, aren’t you?" He feigned a move to pinch her face.

"Fu Xingzhou, I’m dizzy."

He paused in his movement, "I’ll call a doctor."

"No need, it’ll be fine in a couple of days, it’s just a mild concussion."

"It seems a mild one doesn’t satisfy you. How about you hit yourself with this lamp a few more times?" The heavy, antique metal lamp was plated in gold paint, with a pure copper core inside, too heavy for her to lift with one hand.

Ye Yan rolled her eyes and quickly closed them again.

Headache, not arguing with him.

Fu Xingzhou didn’t speak anymore, probably seeing she was truly in discomfort.

Ye Yan had just woken up and wasn’t sleepy, hearing continuous soft noises which were Fu Xingzhou flipping through files.

She stealthily opened one eye and saw the man, dressed in a gray loungewear with cotton slippers, sitting on the balcony, a tablet propped to his left and a thick folder to his right.

The morning light sketched a beautiful scene.

Ye Yan quietly appreciated it for a while before drifting back into a drowsy sleep.

She recuperated at home for two days, all symptoms gradually subsiding. During this period, the family doctor came to change her dressing and stitched four stitches; though cosmetic stitches, they still didn’t look great.

Fu Xingzhou frowned as he saw it.

He always valued her appearance greatly, if not for her face, Fu Xingzhou probably wouldn’t care for her.

She had seen him ditch a car he had liked for a long time because of a nearly invisible scratch.

He might not like imperfect things.

Would she, because of a scar, also provoke his disgust?

What used to be a long-awaited concern, now suddenly felt like a hole had opened in her heart, somewhat uncomfortable.

"There won’t be a scar." He pinched her hand, "Such a small scar can be fixed with a cosmetic procedure."

Ye Yan actually didn’t mind the scar; just letting her hair down a bit, it was completely invisible.

"Is it very ugly?"

"Do you want to hear the blunt truth?" The man asked, half-smiling, fingers gently circling the gauze on her forehead.

"Then don’t say it," Ye Yan muttered quietly.

Low EQ: Can’t expect ivory to come out of a dog’s mouth.

High EQ: Definitely no good words.

"Why are you so hard to please?" Fu Xingzhou avoided her head, his large hand pinching her beautifully shaped collarbone, "Asking but not allowing an answer, not wet not letting up, so finicky."

Ye Yan simply covered her head with the blanket.

Well, this is going off-tangent.

Ye Yan returned to work at the hospital, her colleagues, seeing the gauze on her forehead, came to care.

She brushed it off with, "Accidentally got hit by a pole in the parking lot."

"Dr. Ye, this time for the hospital’s employee of excellence award, you’re included," Xie Yang ran over excitedly, "Only you and Doctor Bai have been nominated from our VIP ward."

"No Dr. Chai?"

In terms of experience and expertise, Chai Chen was not below her, definitely more competitive than Bai Chutong.

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