Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 69: Are the Second Brother and Dr. Ye Serious?

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Are the Second Brother and Dr. Ye Serious?

"I saw it with my own eyes, what misunderstanding could there be?" Ye Yan hummed through her nose.

"He also saw Lin Yihang fix your collar for you."

Ye Yan choked, "But I didn’t sit on anyone’s lap."

"The essence is the same, so don’t fuss over laps and legs."

Ye Yan: ...

Which side are they even on?

Ever since the last "encounter" with Fu Xingzhou, her bestie’s attitude had clearly changed.

Meng Tian embraced her friend: "Our Ah Yan can get angry and jealous, that’s a good thing."

Ye Yan didn’t feel this was a good omen at all; her affection seemed to come too late, for that man, she was probably past her expiration date.

In the end, the deeper she fell, the harder it was to withdraw; she couldn’t learn his way of remaining untouchable.

At least up until now, she hadn’t seen any of Fu Xingzhou’s exes clinging to him desperately. Firstly, because they didn’t dare, and secondly, because he was generous enough with women that even when it was over, he would leave them satisfied.

Seeing her cover her face with the quilt, clearly unwilling to discuss further, Meng Tian could only lie back down, "Then you two can continue the cold war and see who outlasts whom."

~

Li Xi was smart and lively, generous in speech and actions, and soon mingled with people like Liang Zheng.

She and Liang Zheng’s group won quite a lot of silver from several big shots, and Liang Zheng, being generous, said he would split half of it with her.

Li Xi was happy, but her peripheral vision kept sweeping over the person seated in the honored place.

Her heart wasn’t in the game; the cards in her hands were almost followed without a look, recklessly as if she wanted to lose.

Aside from checking her cards, she was constantly looking at her phone, and each time just a quick glance was enough to throw the phone aside again with a troubled expression, as if she was waiting for a message or a call from someone.

Having been in a few relationships, Li Xi understood the status of couples quarreling and giving each other the silent treatment—the unbearable longing inside even if they were too proud to break the ice.

So, even someone of Fu Xingzhou’s caliber could be plagued by feelings.

Li Xi found it incredibly interesting.

The next second, that interesting person’s phone suddenly rang.

But judging from his face, it wasn’t the call he was hoping for.

"Sir, I’ve checked, that night Lin Yihang stayed in the Grand Hall area for a total of one hour and forty-five minutes..."

Bang!

A loud noise startled everyone. Li Xi, who was closest, immediately dove into Liang Zheng’s arms, her face full of fear.

The phone, shattered in the corner, had flown out of Fu Xingzhou’s hand, and its fate was sealed.

Fu Xingzhou pushed the chips in front of him away: "You play."

With that, he left without looking back, striding away.

"What’s gotten into Second Brother?" Liang Zheng comforted Li Xi, patting her chest, "I haven’t seen him lose his temper like this in a long time."

Tang Jingyao instructed the croupier to tidy up Fu Xingzhou’s chips, his expression inscrutable: "Who do you think could upset him now?"

He Xuan chimed in: "Honestly, I couldn’t think of anyone."

With Fu Xingzhou’s status, even the Chief Executive’s son was his playmate—who could possibly make him lose control like that?

"Could it be Dr. Ye?" Liang Zheng boldly guessed.

Dr. Ye?

When Li Xi heard this name, it sounded familiar. There were many doctors at their school, but none of them was named Ye.

"Is Second Brother serious about Dr. Ye?"

Tang Jingyao smiled: "Why not?"

He Xuan and Liang Zheng were greatly shocked.

In their minds, Fu Xingzhou was certainly the patriarch of the playboys and a role model for the two of them to learn from.

They hadn’t yet mastered his artistry, how could he possibly reform?

Falling in love? That shouldn’t be a label associated with Fu Xingzhou. He was a gambling legend as well as a ladies’ man, but definitely not a lovestruck young master.

Li Xi, having heard the gist of it, felt a faint curiosity about that "Dr. Ye," but she was aware of her status. Unless it was made explicit, she absolutely mustn’t pry.

Playing deaf and dumb when it was appropriate would help her stay fresh longer in this circle. Moreover, knowing too many secrets increased the risk one had to bear, and she just wanted to make money happily, not risk her life.

The topic was quickly dropped.

Fu Xingzhou left midway through, and as they played, the others lost interest and the game soon broke up.

~

Ye Yan stayed at Meng Tian’s house for several days in a row.

She worked during the day, and at night, the two good girlfriends would snugly nest together, binge-watching dramas and eating takeout. Life was actually quite relaxed and pleasant.

On the weekend, Ye Yan went for dance rehearsal.

This rehearsal of "Lotus Pond Moonlight" was prepared for the welfare home’s Spring Festival performance.

They were all amateur dancers, and their practice time was limited.

After the dress rehearsal finished, Ye Yan sat on the floor drinking water, a large screen in front of her replaying the dance they just performed.

The woman in the footage twirled her sleeves elegantly, her posture graceful.

It suddenly occurred to her that Fu Xingzhou had once told her to dance for him after she learned it.

He had said this with a tenderness that seemed reserved for the most intimate of lovers.

But at this moment, he was probably immersed in the gentle embrace of another woman. His words about watching her dance were likely just a whim, soon to be cast aside and forgotten.

Ye Yan got up to go to the restroom.

But before she even got close, she could hear voices coming from inside.

"She doesn’t dance that well, not compared to you and Liu Qing. How come they chose her to be the lead dancer?"

"She’s close with the instructor. Isn’t that more important than anything else?"

"She’s just naturally coquettish and doesn’t socialize with us; acts so high and mighty."

"Keep it down, don’t let anyone hear you."

"I just think she doesn’t dance as well as you. What’s the big deal if I say it out loud? Am I afraid she’ll hear?"

Just as the voice faded, someone stood beside the women, turned on a faucet.

She glanced over and realized it was Ye Yan, the "coquettish" woman they were discussing.

Both felt awkward and exchanged a glance before hurrying away.

Ye Yan hadn’t planned to take issue with them; it was a dance arranged by the instructor, who had spent a lot of effort on it. She couldn’t let their petty squabbles affect the whole dance process.

But she didn’t want to fight with them, and yet, they seemed unwilling to let her be.

At the end of the evening rehearsal, Ye Yan opened her locker.

The dress Fu Xingzhou had given her was always kept on the top shelf of the locker, but now it was bare.

Ye Yan was sure she hadn’t moved it recently, but she still searched the other compartments carefully.

The dress was missing.

That was the dress she used for "Lotus Pond Moonlight," which the instructor had greatly admired after seeing it. She loved it too much to even bear taking it out for fear of it getting dirty.

"Has anyone seen my dress?" Ye Yan asked the few members changing in the room.

Everyone shook their heads.

One woman, who normally could hold a conversation with Ye Yan, immediately came forward upon hearing her anxious tone, "What does it look like? Let’s all help look for it."

After Ye Yan described the dress, someone said, "In the restroom’s trash can, I think I saw fabric of that color. I don’t know who would throw it away..."

Ye Yan immediately dashed for the restroom.