Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 90: Vacation

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Vacation

A soft and mushy "husband" prompted Sijiu to look up.

Fu Xingzhou’s body stiffened, and he didn’t move another step.

"Husband," Ye Yan called out again, her voice not loud but sweet and with a touch of coquettish softness, both reproachful and infatuated, "Help me."

Desire visibly tinted the depths of Fu Xingzhou’s eyes as she wrapped her arms around his waist, which tensed like steel.

Who said just now that she had no wiles or methods?

What a tactic!

Fu Xingzhou turned around, scooped her up in his arms, and headed straight for the bedroom in just a few strides.

By the time she was tossed onto the bed, her pajamas were already nowhere to be found, and the man’s majestic body loomed over her like a mountain.

Perhaps because she had a favor to ask, Ye Yan was especially cooperative tonight.

She went wild with him and was pressed to call "husband" over and over again.

By the end, having called out until she had no more strength, she had no recollection of falling asleep.

The next day she was awakened by the smell of food, and upon opening her eyes, Sijiu was squatting at the head of the bed, looking at her with a pair of blue-gray eyes.

"Morning," Ye Yan reached out, her lotus root-like arms snow-white, and petted its head a couple of times.

Sijiu wasn’t that familiar with her yet, but it was already accepting of her occasional strokes of intimacy.

Fu Xingzhou had said Ragdoll Cats were mostly gentle by nature, and indeed Sijiu was never crazy, usually as well-behaved as can be, only sleeping and eating, with even walking a few steps seeming like it would cost its nine lives.

"Where’s your master?" Ye Yan lay on the pillow, petting it with both hands.

Sijiu looked at her as if she was a fool and soon slipped out from her hands, jumping off the bed and leaving.

The auntie was making breakfast and said that Fu Xingzhou had gone back to Hong Kong early in the morning.

Ye Yan took out her phone and sent him a message: Remember to eat breakfast.

He had a delicate stomach, and irregular meals would only make it worse.

Soon, Fu Xingzhou replied, "You’re up so early, seems like I didn’t work hard enough last night?"

Ignoring his saucy words, the corners of Ye Yan’s lips curled into a smile, "Have you eaten?"

He sent over a picture of a bowl of plain congee, just opened, seemingly still steaming.

"Don’t just pose for a picture, you have to actually eat," Ye Yan said, worried he was fooling her.

Fu Xingzhou immediately sent a video call request.

Ye Yan propped her phone on the dining table, and the man’s sensuous half-face appeared on the screen, possibly in a rush to get up early, as his shirt was missing two buttons tied, allowing a glimpse of cold, pale skin.

But soon, the screen was dominated by the bowl of congee.

"Then I’ll eat and let you watch," came his voice, husky and magnetic.

He must have still been in the car, the frame slightly trembling; the bowl of congee was placed on the rear seat’s center console, and he spooned a mouthful, eating with deliberate elegance.

The way he ate was always proud and refined, and with the swallow, his Adam’s apple slightly rolled, almost breaking through the screen with sensuality.

How can someone look like a male fox spirit just from drinking congee?

Ye Yan also drank her congee and teased herself by eating sausage and pan-seared salmon.

She was naturally appetizing when eating, otherwise, she wouldn’t normally start a mukbang.

Sure enough, the man on the other side of the screen stopped moving, watching her eat with a somewhat resentful gaze.

"Dr. Ye, you’re doing this on purpose," he said through gritted teeth.

Ye Yan laughed out loud, playfully sticking out her tongue at the camera, "I’m just eating normally, Mr. Fu is overthinking."

Fu Xingzhou snorted coldly and continued to eat his plain congee.

Neither of them hung up the video, just eating face to face until Ye Yan was full and wiped her mouth, "I’m off to work."

"Mm." Fu Xingzhou put the porridge bowl down, "I’ll be back tomorrow evening. Pack your luggage."

"Pack luggage?"

"Aren’t you going on vacation?" Fu Xingzhou said coldly, "Since you’ve forgotten, then we won’t go."

"Let’s go, let’s go." While Ye Yan was excited, she also carefully asked, "Will Tang Jingyao be going?"

"You wouldn’t know, I would have thought you wanted to go on a date with Tang Jingyao." Even though Fu Xingzhou’s smile was cold, he couldn’t bear to disappoint her hopeful expression, "He’ll go."

The aunt came out of the kitchen just in time to see Ye Yan with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

She had always watched the relationship between these two evolve, from initially being at odds with each other, to gradually getting accustomed, and now to them having mutual affection. It truly hadn’t been easy.

Ye Yan called Meng Tian.

Meng Tian was already applying to go to the Mainland, but it took time for the procedures to be approved. The chief was kind to her and greased the wheels with the higher-ups, so it only took three days to process all the materials.

Meng Tian’s trip to the Mainland was ostensibly to represent Ao City’s police in an exchange with the Mainland police, but actually, she was planning to become a permanent instructor at a police academy on the Mainland.

If Tang Jingyao accompanied Fu Xingzhou, he would have to stay on the island for at least five days, and five days were enough for her to leave Ao City for the Mainland.

After the sisters worked out their plan, Ye Yan applied for annual leave with her supervisor.

She had indeed worked hard this past year, and with a project just completed, the head approved a week’s vacation with a stroke of a pen.

By the time they arrived at the resort, it was already ten at night.

Ye Yan leaned on Fu Xingzhou’s shoulder, sound asleep.

She wouldn’t wake up even when someone pinched her face gently.

When that person pinched her nose, not allowing her to breathe, only then did she open her eyes, annoyance written all over her small face.

She met the man’s eyes, which carried a hint of mockery, "Dr. Ye is sleeping so well, you’ve drooled all over me."

Ye Yan hurriedly looked at his shoulder, and indeed, there was a suspicious wet mark on the expensive light blue shirt.

She quickly took a tissue to wipe it, but it only made it worse.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose," Ye Yan said with a sense of guilt, "I’ll wash it for you in a bit."

"It can’t be washed with water."

"Then I’ll send it to the dry cleaners."

"It can’t be dry cleaned."

Ye Yan: ...

A piece of clothing that couldn’t be washed by hand or dry-cleaned, what should one do if it got dirty?

"The person who designed and made it probably never considered the washing aspect," Fu Xingzhou said with a wry smile.

Ye Yan felt she couldn’t understand the world of the rich.

The driver opened the car door, his right hand shielding the roof, welcoming them to get out.

Ye Fang saw several cars parked not far away, apart from Tang Jingyao, the others looked familiar, but she couldn’t recall their names.

But seeing Tang Jingyao put her at ease.

Tang Jingyao wasn’t alone; he had a female companion by his side, with a familiar face that seemed to have appeared in a TV drama.

And the three men standing behind also each had beauties by their side, one of the girls was familiar to Ye Yan.

Li Xi, her former patient, had once been seen in Pujing Casino, sitting on Fu Xingzhou’s lap.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Xingzhou turned his head.

"Nothing." Ye Yan was preoccupied and didn’t watch her step. Not knowing what she stepped on, her high heels twisted sharply to one side, causing her to cry out in pain.

Fu Xingzhou hurried to pull her aside, preventing her from falling, but he didn’t prevent her from twisting her ankle.

Ye Yan was annoyed with herself, wondering if she seemed incompetent in front of so many people.

Next time she went out, she decided never to wear high heels again.