Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 81: The Feast at Hongmen

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: The Feast at Hongmen

"Dr. Ye wants to invite me to dinner?" The man leaned against the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth, his posture casual but his eyes full of indulgence.

"You don’t have time?" Ye Yan asked softly, afraid of disturbing him, "Are you in an important meeting?"

Fu Xingzhou glanced at several partners sitting in the room, any of whom were influential figures.

"No, they’re all unimportant."

The unimportant people outside: ...

Fu Xingzhou took a drag of his cigarette, "Why suddenly invite me for dinner, a trap?"

"Can’t you think of something good? What do I have to trap you with?" Ye Yan’s tone was a bit annoyed, but to his ears, it sounded soft and cute, making him want to ruffle her hair.

"Alright, I’ll pick you up from the hospital after work."

Ye Yan hung up the phone, the smile still lingering in her eyes.

"Dr. Ye, are you in love?" Xiao Xiao suddenly appeared, startling Ye Yan.

"No, don’t talk nonsense." Ye Yan regained her serious expression.

Xiao Xiao didn’t believe her: "But just now, you looked like you were deeply in love, helplessly infatuated."

"No work left? Patient in bed V9, it’s time for medication."

Dr. Ye has an excellent memory, able to recall every single one of her patients’ examination and medication schedules.

Xiao Xiao left the office with a ’I know all about it’ look, laughing cheerfully.

Ye Yan took out her mobile phone and used it as a mirror to look at her face.

Isn’t it all very serious? How could she see her drowning in love?

This was the first time Ye Yan invited Fu Xingzhou for dinner, and she spent the afternoon searching for restaurants on her phone.

Fu Xingzhou had a sensitive stomach, preferred light meals, yet he was extremely picky, ordinary dishes definitely wouldn’t do.

Ye Yan felt troubled, personally feeling how difficult this man was to serve.

Just before leaving work, Ye Yan finally found a decent Cantonese restaurant that looked clean and had appealing dishes, and she immediately called to reserve a private room.

"Dr. Ye, didn’t you drive today?" Xie Yang waved enthusiastically.

"No." Ye Yan smiled.

"I’m going to eat with Dr. Chai, do you want to join?" Xie Yang stood next to Chai Chen, who was smiling warmly at her. Upon hearing her polite refusal, the sparkle in his eyes faded momentarily, but quickly returned to a gentle smile.

"I’ll go ahead then, goodbye." Ye Yan glanced at her phone and hurried off.

Fu Xingzhou usually waited for her across the street from the hospital, and today was no exception.

But before Ye Yan arrived, someone stood up from the flowerbed at the corner, "Ye Yan."

Hearing this familiar yet strange voice, Ye Yan’s expression visibly cooled.

Ye Jian’an looked somewhat ingratiating and fearful, "Ah Yan, Dad hasn’t seen you for a long time, how have you been recently?"

"Do you care how I’m doing?" Ye Yan looked coldly at the man in front of her.

Ye Jian’an was a handsome man in his youth, and the father and daughter shared more than fifty percent resemblance in their features.

But the years had worn him down, making him look older than his peers, unshaven and dressed plainly, nothing like his striking youth.

"How could Dad possibly not care about you?" Ye Jian’an smiled awkwardly.

"Just get to the point. Don’t these insincere words make you sick?"

Ye Jian’an lowered his head, "Ah Yan, I’ve been feeling unwell recently, could I get checked at your hospital?"

"Just go to the hospital and register."

"I want to book a specialist appointment, but I can’t get one, and the scalpers are selling them at high prices. Can you help Dad get a specialist appointment?"

Ye Jian’an looked pitifully helpless.

Ye Yan wasn’t heartless, but having seen him in this state too many times, she would not ignore him if he weren’t drastically hurt, even if he were a complete stranger to her.

But to her, Ye Jian’an wasn’t even worthy of being called a human.

He was like a blood-sucking insect, a harmful spirit—his presence only brought endless suffering.

"If it’s too much trouble, then never mind," Ye Jian’an swallowed, "I’ll just book any appointment. It shouldn’t be something serious. If it’s a serious illness, dying early might be better, so I won’t keep causing trouble for you..."

"You can go directly to the outpatient clinic tomorrow and find Director Li Chong, he will arrange it," Ye Yan interrupted him, not letting him continue his moral kidnapping. She really had heard enough of it.

"Really? Thank you, Ah Yan."

"Xiao Zhun mentioned that you’re working at their high school gate?"

"Yes..."

"I don’t care what your intentions are, leave that place, and don’t approach Xiao Zhun again," Ye Yan said coldly, her emotions somewhat agitated. "Ye Jian’an, it doesn’t matter if you hurt me, but I won’t allow you to hurt Xiao Zhun."

"I didn’t... I just wanted to see him occasionally..." Ye Jian’an hurriedly defended himself.

"Don’t talk anymore." Ye Yan took out her phone. "Do you need money? I’ll give you some. Take the money, leave the school, and do whatever you want, but I beg you to stay away from Xiao Zhun. He doesn’t need a father like you, you will only bring him disaster."

"Ah Yan, I..."

"Money, do you want it?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Jian’an let Ye Yan scan his payment code. Seeing the transferred amount, he thought his drink money for the night was finally secured.

"Starting tomorrow, do not go work at the school gate, or I won’t give you a single cent."

Ye Jian’an hurriedly nodded, "Okay, okay, I won’t go there tomorrow."

Ye Yan felt numb inside, devoid of any emotional ups and downs.

This was her father, whom she had never held any expectations for.

"Then I’ll be going. Take care of yourself, Ah Yan." Ye Jian’an said, and turned into a street corner, his silhouette radiating happiness.

Not because he was happy to see his daughter, but because he had received some money.

Fu Xingzhou’s car was parked by the roadside, and Ye Yan quickly walked toward it.

Fu Xingzhou had already gotten out of the car.

"Your father?" The man glanced in the direction where Ye Jian’an had vanished.

"Don’t mention him."

Fu Xingzhou’s expression was profoundly obscure, a complex emotion hidden well in his eyes.

"Did he trouble you?"

"No." Ye Yan felt somewhat powerless, and only when she saw Fu Xingzhou did she feel aggrieved, her eyes beginning to redden slightly.

She had once heard that it’s hard to fake strong emotions in front of someone you trust.

"Going to cry?" Fu Xingzhou drew her into his arms, comforting her with gentle pats. "There, there."

Ye Yan didn’t speak, burying her face in his neck, her arms tightly wrapped around his lean waist.

His familiar scent of cedar rushed into her nostrils, his warmth ironing out her emotions, gradually calming her.

Ye Jian’an, who had walked far away, suddenly thought of something and quickly turned back.

Across the green belt, he saw his own daughter encircled in a man’s arms, in a posture full of protection and indulgence.

And he knew the man all too well.

A sharp scheming flashed across Ye Jian’an’s eyes before he disappeared into the depths of the street corner.