Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 52: Does Miss Meng Understand Him Well?

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Does Miss Meng Understand Him Well?

Meng Li first glanced at the sexy clothes in front of her, a knowing expression on her face: "Indeed, it’s Miss Ye, what a coincidence."

The saleswoman was even more excited than Ye Yan, "Are you Meng Li? I’ve been following your show recently, you look even more beautiful in person than on TV."

"Thank you."

Meng Li had her assistant give the saleswoman an autographed photo, who smiled so big her eyes nearly disappeared, overjoyed at how approachable the star was in person.

"Miss Meng," Ye Yan greeted indifferently, not wishing to engage any more than necessary with the big star. Better fewer complications than more.

"Miss Ye is picking out lingerie?" Meng Li pointed to a black lace set being worn by a model: "Mr. Fu prefers this color and style, I happen to have one just like it."

Meng Tian, who was still picking out clothes, cast a cold glance at the remark.

What did this woman mean, a provocation? Or just showing off?

Everyone in the circle knew she had spent three months with Fu Xingzhou on Dangzi Island, but the smart ones were also aware that, for an actress like her, playing a tycoon’s toys was plausible, but marrying into a wealthy family was out of the question.

How could Ye Yan not grasp the hidden meaning in Meng Li’s words? If it were in the past, she might have believed it, but regarding the matter of Dangzi Island, Fu Xingzhou had already explained everything to her; she had no reason to believe a stranger over Fu Xingzhou.

"Does Miss Meng know him well?" Ye Yan’s demeanor lost nothing to the great star, but Meng Li, who had been immersed in the world of fame and fortune, lacked the purity and calmness, possessed more utilitarianism and an unconscious lowliness, which became apparent when she stood next to Ye Yan. Even in her shimmering attire, she was instantly overshadowed.

"Of course." Meng Li could feel this gap but still maintained a smile that was indiscernible in authenticity, "He really likes black, and I think it’s the sexiest color too. What does Miss Ye think?"

Seeing that Ye Yan didn’t respond, Meng Li raised her eyebrows, "It’s a pity that mine was torn to shreds, his grip is strong, and he has a wild temper, always reckless. Miss Ye, I’m not telling you this to show off, but to share my experience with you, hoping that you can last longer than me, whose shelf life was only a short three months."

"Miss Meng, is it because these clothes weren’t sexy enough that you spent three months trying to get into his bed and failed?" Ye Yan said politely, "Or did you not want to?"

Meng Li’s face changed instantly, "What is Miss Ye talking about?"

"I’m saying what Miss Meng knows very well."

Originally intending to step forward and help, Meng Tian saw her good friend calmly starting her counterattack and prudently stepped aside to focus on her own business.

"Miss Ye, at the end of the day, we’re all the same, aren’t we? Neither of us is nobler than the other," Meng Li, her pride wounded, tried to regain a bit of dignity.

How did Ye Yan know about her not having slept with Fu Xingzhou? Could it be that Fu Xingzhou would tell her even these kinds of things?

Impossible, Fu Xingzhou couldn’t be that idle.

"You’re mistaken, Miss Meng." Ye Yan smoothed a strand of hair from her temples, serene and composed: "We are different."

"We’re both disposable once used; what’s the difference? You seem too pleased with yourself, Miss Ye." Poor woman, she still didn’t understand Fu Xingzhou, the romantic and affectionate playboy; when had he ever been faithful to a woman?

"The difference is, if I were to be discarded, I would take half of his wealth with me."

Meng Li’s pupils dilated sharply as she stared intensely at Ye Yan, as if trying to find any trace of lying on her face.

But Ye Yan maintained her composure from start to finish, her expression inscrutable.

"Have you gone mad?" Meng Li couldn’t believe it, "Are you so obsessed with the idea of marrying Mr. Fu that you’ve lost your mind?"

Fu Xingzhou might allow his women to act spoiled and playful, but he would not tolerate dancing on his bottom line; this woman must be out of her mind to say that she and Fu Xingzhou were lawfully wed.

"If Miss Ye doesn’t believe it, you’re welcome to call him and verify." Ye Yan, no longer paying attention to the pale-faced Meng Li, left the shop with Meng Tian.

Meng Li stood still, seemingly still processing Ye Yan’s words.

If what she said was true, why was there no hint of it from the outside world? Just recently, wasn’t Fu Xingzhou still accompanying a beauty at an art exhibition?

And if what she said was false, once it reached Fu Xingzhou’s ears, becoming out of favor would be the least of her worries.

Who would dare to spread rumors about the Gambling King?

Meng Li suddenly recalled the chance encounter at the restaurant when Fu Xingzhou had his arm around Ye Yan’s shoulder and introduced her as "my wife."

At the time, she thought he was just joking to amuse a beauty.

Indeed, when had Fu Xingzhou ever called someone "wife"? He always treated women as if they could come and go upon a mere call, rarely even addressing them with a term of endearment.

Ye Yan and Meng Tian walked out of the shopping mall, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"That was quite an assertive display just now. You left that young starlet completely speechless," Meng Tian gave a thumbs up. "But was what you said true? Does she really have nothing going on with Fu Xingzhou?"

"He said there was nothing."

"You just believe him like that? A man’s mouth can lie like a ghost deceives."

"He has no reason to lie to me. And it’s not as if I’m unaware of his tabloid gossip."

"Ah Yan, you’ve changed," Meng Tian said with an expression of understanding, "You never used to speak up for Fu Xingzhou, much less trust him."

Meng Tian’s words struck Ye Yan like a sudden awakening.

When had it all started, this drastic change in her attitude towards Fu Xingzhou?

This subtle and insidious change was making her feel a bit panicked, uncertain whether it was for better or for worse.

He could effortlessly detach himself whenever he wished, but what about her?

"What’s with the daydreaming? I hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?" Meng Tian thrust a shopping bag into her best friend’s hands, "Thank your husband properly."

Ye Yan looked down at the bag in her hands and covered it tightly as if it contained a ghost, terrified it would be discovered by others.

"Where did you get this?"

Meng Tian grinned: "Just bought it. No need to thank me."

Ye Yan: ...

Holding this item made it impossible for her to face anyone. As soon as Ye Yan returned to the office, she immediately shoved it into her bag. Even though the cabinet was locked, she acted as if she were guilty, occasionally looking back over her shoulder.

"Dr. Ye, how did you know I had arrived?" Xie Yang strolled in with a smile, "Did you grow eyes in the back of your head?"

Ye Yan was too embarrassed to admit that she had been checking on the cabinet.

"The Director asked me to inform you there’s a dinner tonight at the hospital."

"A dinner?"

"I heard it was organized by the Board of Directors, but I’m not too sure about the specifics."

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It was not until she was inside the private room that Ye Yan learned the purpose of this dinner.

Those in attendance were candidates for the outstanding employee of the session, represented by her and Bai Chutong at the VIP level. Director Bi had an important patient to attend to and couldn’t make it.

Bai Chutong and Zheng Shuangshuang were sitting together, chatting heatedly as if they were very close friends.

Ye Yan greeted the colleagues she knew and was about to find an inconspicuous place to sit down when Chuck Ming, the Chairman Li, approached her warmly.

While extending his hand, he made small talk, "I’ve received many thank-you letters about Dr. Ye recently. You’ve done well."

Ye Yan shook his hand politely, but Chairman Li didn’t let go immediately. His slightly chubby hand grasped hers, and it seemed almost inadvertent as he caressed it twice, his gaze taking on a profound depth.