Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

"I was dragged to the police station yesterday," Fu Xingzhou adjusted the seat position with a look of disgust. Even though he had adjusted it to the largest angle, it still struggled to accommodate his long limbs, "Can't you get a bigger car?"

The compact space of this small sedan, with its inferior leather, made him extremely uncomfortable.

"If you don't like sitting in it, then get out. No one's forcing you," retorted Ye Yan, who would not have bothered with him if not for her gratitude that he fixed her car.

"Ha, a case of eating meat with the bowl right up and cursing mom as soon as it's put down," Fu Xingzhou scoffed with a sneer, "You should've crawled to the hospital."

Ye Yan was in a hurry and didn't want to argue with him, "Where are you going? I won't give you a lift if it's out of my way."

"To see the old man."

Since they were heading to the same destination, Ye Yan said no more, but she soon regretted her foolish decision.

The man reclined in his seat, and at 187 cm tall, he indeed seemed cramped, but he never compromised when it came to his sharp tongue.

"Aren't you going to turn off your blinker, or are you waiting for me to get out and blow it off?"

Ye Yan silently turned off the blinker.

Her driving experience was not extensive, just a mere six months, but thankfully the hospital was close to home, so her driving skills weren't much tested.

She wasn't nervous at first, but with him sitting beside her, she inexplicably tensed up.

The man spoke languidly, "You don't move at red lights, you don't move at green ones either. Don't you have a favorite color?"

Only then did Ye Yan hear the successive honking from behind, and she hurriedly stepped on the gas pedal.

The car lurched, and the cigarette case Fu Xingzhou was holding wasn't secured and fell into the gap next to him.

The man ground his teeth: "Dr. Ye, with this jerking motion, are you playing with the car?"

Ye Yan snapped, "Fu Xingzhou, can you just shut up?!"

When they arrived at the hospital's underground parking lot, Ye Yan was still upset and pointed to the elevator on the other side, "You take that one."

"So you really don't want to be seen with me?"

"I don't."

"You know my temper," Fu Xingzhou closed in, his presence overpowering, "If I don't want to, nobody can make me. Believe it or not, I'll carry you into the elevator?"

Ye Yan glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw more cars driving in.

This was the hospital staff parking lot, and most of the drivers here were her colleagues.

Ye Yan knew she had to coax this man, to cater to him, to pocket her pride and play up to him.

"Fu Xingzhou, what exactly do you want?"

Fu Xingzhou didn't speak, just stared at her indifferently.

Ye Yan took a deep breath, stepped forward to hug him, and quickly kissed his face, where there was still a faint white scar that hadn't completely faded even after so long.

"Remember to feed me tonight," he pinched her waist, just as the elevator arrived with a ding, and the man stepped inside.

"Dr. Ye, good morning," called a voice from behind.

Bai Chutong, draped in a Chanel-style coat, sauntered over jangling her car keys, casting a meaningful look toward the elevator, her gaze probing.

"That man just now, he looked somewhat familiar."

Ye Yan stayed silent, waiting for the next elevator. Her skin white as snow and her elegant swan-like neck, even just standing there, she was a sight to behold.

Bai Chutong shifted her gaze from Ye Yan, watching the elevator numbers flicker, her eyes also deep with thought.

Both she and Ye Yan were Director Bi's protégées, but it was apparent that Director Bi favored Ye Yan more, even letting only Ye Yan join a newly established project. On the VIP floor, the praises mouthed by everyone were all for her.

People like Ye Yan who seemed so aloof, Bai Chutong had seen plenty—those who pretended to be above worldly desires tended to play the wildest behind closed doors.

Ye Yan got off the elevator and didn't greet Bai Chutong.

She knew Bai Chutong didn't like her, and there was no need for such fruitless socializing. Leaving each other alone was a mutual respect.

The whole morning, Ye Yan was busy in the operating room, without even a sip of water.

Finally, after she stepped down from the operating table, Director Bi called her over to talk.

"The results for the old gentleman in V8 are out."

Ye Yan glanced at it. "V8 is Bai Chutong's responsibility."

After the old gentleman had thrown a temper tantrum last time, Director Bi, in an attempt to soothe things over, had transferred both Ye Yan and Xiao Xiao away.

"Even so, you are the most familiar with his medical condition, so I would still like you to take a look."

Bai Chutong was about to knock on the door and come in when she heard Director Bi's words.

She clenched her fists tightly, nearly losing control of her emotions. It was her patient; why should someone else's opinion be needed?

"Teacher," Bai Chutong knocked on the door and came in, her face as if nothing had happened, "I heard the examination results for V8's old gentleman are out, and the family is waiting."

Director Bi saw her come in, so he handed over the report, "Alright, you go handle it."

After Bai Chutong left, Director Bi still wasn't at ease, "Let's go have a look too."

Ye Yan thought about Fu Xingzhou also being there and wasn't too keen on going over, but couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she reluctantly followed behind Director Bi.

In the ward, Fu Xingzhou was leisurely peeling an apple, his long fingers very agile, the thin apple peel dancing in the air at the edge of the sharp knife blade.

The man's side profile was chiseled and defined, every contour a masterpiece of creation.

Bai Chutong was momentarily so captivated that she didn't even hear the old gentleman speak.

Fu Xingzhou lifted his head, his narrow eyes slightly upturned at the corners, fierce and noble charisma bursting forth.

"I'm sorry, Old Sir Fu," Bai Chutong hurriedly smiled, "Your examination results are out. It's just chronic glomerulonephritis, and after these days of treatment, you can be discharged."

Upon hearing this, Fu Wei Jun's usually tense face finally relaxed a bit.

He had originally come from Hong Kong on holiday with Third Madam, not expecting to fall ill out of the blue. Instead of enjoying his vacation, he ended up in the hospital.

If his condition was stable, he planned to return to Hong Kong as soon as possible.

"I told you that you'd be fine, that you're just scaring yourself," Fu Xingzhou tossed the peeled apple into the fruit bowl, where seven or eight perfectly peeled large apples were already piled up, "Why not enjoy a few more days? It's not often you come here."

"Mr. Fu is right, you're in good health," Bai Chutong forced her gaze from Fu Xingzhou's body, pretending nothing had happened.

This was her first time seeing Fu Xingzhou since she took over room V8.

What excited her was not just that this man was wealthy and powerful, but also that he was incredibly handsome, even peeling an apple in such a way that she couldn't look away.

Beneath the black shirt were his smoothly contoured arms, his lean waist...

Fu Xingzhou, playing with the fruit knife in his hand, suddenly caught sight of a slender figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Doctor Bai, is it?" Fu Xingzhou stood up, extending his hand in a manner that appeared polite and cultured, "Fu Xingzhou."

Bai Chutong was immediately flattered, her hand touching the man's warm palm, her heart rate already exceeding normal frequency.

The man held her hand without letting go, so close she could clearly smell the scent of cedar on him.

"Mr. Fu, may I add your contact information? If Old Sir Fu needs anything, you can contact me anytime," Bai Chutong's cheeks flushed, deeply moved when this man looked at her so tenderly, a single glance and she was lost.

"Okay," Fu Xingzhou took out his phone, "Shall I scan you?"

Bai Chutong's hands fumbled over the phone, a bit flustered, "Sorry, Mr. Fu, I don't often use this feature..."

"Let me help you," Fu Xingzhou leaned in, his large hand grasping Bai Chutong's phone-wielding one. Because he was taller, he had to stoop down, the posture almost embracing Bai Chutong in his arms.

When Ye Yan walked in, she saw this very picture of a doting couple.