Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 70: What Exactly Happened

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: What Exactly Happened

Ye Yan pulled the torn and tattered clothes out of the trash can, realizing that even if they were to be mended, they would never return to their original form.

Just because she had been chosen as the lead dancer, how deep was the grudge, how intense the resentment?

She had never actively hurt anyone before, but these people’s malice always seemed to come out of nowhere.

"It’s just a piece of clothing, aren’t you making too big of a deal out of it?"

"She’s a pretty impressive doctor, isn’t she? She definitely earns more than us. That dress looks like it’s worth maybe 1800 yuan."

The speaker was the woman Ye Yan had encountered in the restroom today, her face full of schadenfreude.

"Was it you?" Suddenly, a shadow loomed over the woman, ominous and foreboding.

Confronted with Ye Yan’s question, the woman appeared unfazed, "So what if it was me? It’s just a dress. How much could it cost? I’ll pay you for it."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, she felt a chilling sensation on her neck, a sharp eyebrow trimmer pressed against her artery, "You know I’m a doctor. I could make an incision right at your critical spot and not kill you, just a minor injury. A little wound, how much could it cost? I’ll pay you for it."

The woman trembled with fear, feeling as if her blood had turned to ice, "Are you, are you crazy?"

"Since you know I’m a madwoman, you shouldn’t provoke me." Ye Yan’s eyes were cold as ice. Maybe it was because she had been with Fu Xingzhou for so long that she had started to take on his aura. At first glance, she was particularly intimidating.

"I, I am sorry; I was wrong," the woman said, her legs soft as mud under the pressure of Ye Yan’s gaze. "I promise there won’t be a next time."

The woman cautiously eyed the trimmer still against her neck and swallowed hard.

Ye Yan withdrew the blade, "I’m not sure about the value of the dress right now. Once I find out, you’ll compensate me the original price."

"Sure, sure, no problem," the woman said, touching her neck and still shaken.

Ye Yan always seemed cold and solitary, sparing with words. Who would have thought that she could be ruthless enough to pull a knife—she was not someone to be trifled with.

The people around were too shocked to recover, and now as the dust settled, their gazes towards Ye Yan began to change gradually.

The more demure and quiet a person seemed, the scarier they were when they snapped.

"There’s one more thing you should remember," Ye Yan’s gaze was clear and piercing, "Speak directly if you have something to say. Seek revenge immediately if you have a grudge. Don’t act like a gossip behind people’s backs, chewing on your tongue."

The woman nodded vigorously.

"We’re all here to dance together. I have no intention of harming anyone. The teacher chose me as the lead dancer because I truly dance better than you. Can’t accept it? Hold it in."

At that moment, no one dared to speak.

Ye Yan did dance exceptionally well, and with her outstanding beauty, it was only fitting for her to be the lead dancer.

As she stepped out of the dance school, the skyline was a bit gloomy.

Though winter in Ao City wasn’t bone-chillingly cold, the low temperatures on overcast days, especially when it rained, created a damp and uncomfortable cold that was unpleasant to endure.

Ye Yan drove her car, intending to go back to Meng Tian’s place, but somehow, she found herself driving onto Aodang Bridge.

The Aodang Bridge had vehicular lanes in the middle, with pedestrian walkways on either side designed for sightseers.

Ye Yan parked her car at the side of the road and walked up to the pedestrian walkway to get some air.

She remembered coming here as a child after arguing with Ye Jian’an, thinking that from such a height, if she were to leap, she might be free of all her troubles.

The wind carried a hint of moisture, gradually turning into fine droplets of rain.

Ye Yan took out her phone and opened her chat with Fu Xingzhou.

The video call had been resting there, untouched, for five days.

She browsed through his social circle, trying to find some trace of him, but unfortunately, he was too lazy to update; it was almost empty.

Ye Yan wondered, when he contacted her again, would it be at the Civil Affairs Bureau, perhaps signaling the end of their precarious marriage?

Why did she feel a touch of reluctance?

And why was there a vague pain in some corner of her heart?

Ye Yan took a deep breath, drawing in a stomach full of cold wind and rain. As she typed on the screen, each keystroke felt as though it drained all her energy.

"Fu Xingzhou, are we over?"

Whether it was making the first move to reconcile, groveling, or simply seeking an outcome, anything was better than this agonizing, slow slicing of the heart.

Just as Ye Yan was about to send the message, the phone screen suddenly went black.

Frustrated and anxious, she tapped it several times, but couldn’t prevent the inevitable shutdown from a dead battery.

"Heh." Ye Yan chuckled weakly.

The little courage she had mustered seemed to be mocked even by the heavens, which kindly advised her to stop while she could.

An excellent employee caught in a scandal, her favorite dance costume ruined, and now this mess with Fu Xingzhou.

Ye Yan’s mood was as gloomy as the weather, without a single ray of light.

~

Tang Jingyao glanced at his watch.

"Why hasn’t Second Brother arrived yet?" Liang Zheng flipped through the menu. "Could it be that he’s not coming?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Fu Xingzhou pushed the door open.

The waiter hurriedly pulled out a chair and handed over a sanitary wipe.

"Sorry, traffic jam," Fu Xingzhou said as he took the wipe to clean his hands.

"You haven’t been staying at Yuqiao lately?" It was only a few minutes’ drive from Yuqiao to here.

"In Zhou Shan."

Zhou Shan was a villa owned by Fu Xingzhou, a place they used to often gather.

Ever since Fu Xingzhou got married, he had moved to Yuqiao and seldom returned to Zhou Shan.

"Still in a cold war?" Tang Jingyao asked softly while ordering, "What exactly did Dr. Ye do to you?"

Fu Xingzhou’s expression turned icy as he took out a cigarette from the pack, "When did you learn to gossip so much, so keen on prying?"

"I’m worried you might inwardly hurt yourself." Tang Jingyao pulled out a lighter to light his cigarette. "Dr. Ye hasn’t been having a good time lately either."

Fu Xingzhou frowned: "Since when do you care about her?"

"Mrs. Qin posted on her Moments, and my mom saw it," Tang Jingyao leaned back in his chair, "My mom is good friends with Mrs. Qin, so she joined in on the complaining."

"What does that have to do with Dr. Ye?"

Tang Jingyao raised an eyebrow: "Since you don’t care about Dr. Ye’s matters, why bother with what these women say."

Glancing from the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Xingzhou taking two harsh drags of his cigarette, his face clouded over, but his hand tapping on the table revealed that his heart was not as calm as he pretended.

Tang Jingyao thought to himself, clearly dying to know, yet stubbornly feigning indifference.

Fine, he’d see how long he could keep up the act.

The waiter began serving the dishes, but Fu Xingzhou still hadn’t touched his chopsticks.

"Second Brother, you didn’t come here full, did you?" Liang Zheng stuffed a shrimp into his mouth.

"Your Second Brother is full of anger, can’t eat," Tang Jingyao said with a laugh: "Go ahead, you guys eat."

Fu Xingzhou suddenly looked up, wisps of smoke curling up from his fingertips: "What exactly did Mrs. Qin post?"

The smile on Tang Jingyao’s face deepened.

See, he couldn’t stand it, couldn’t keep up the charade.

"She mentioned hospital corruption, how the truly talented can’t advance while those who play dirty games behind the scenes leap up and down."

"Be more specific," Fu Xingzhou said impatiently, yet urgently.

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