Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

Ye Yan hadn't taken Jiang Yuan's words to heart. Everyone in the VIP wing was either wealthy or noble, carrying an innate sense of superiority, a phenomenon she had long grown accustomed to.

What she hadn't anticipated was that Jiang Yuan would wait for her at the exit after work, his striking red sports car filled with fiery red roses.

Holding a bouquet in hand and leaning against the car body, Jiang Yuan eagerly approached her upon seeing Ye Yan emerge, "Dr. Ye, would you honor me by joining me for dinner?"

The crowd around them consisted of colleagues and patients who were there for the spectacle. Many had never seen such a beautiful sports car and couldn't resist making comments.

"No wonder some people are breaking their necks to get into the VIP wing, always mingling with the rich. Who knows, they might snag a wealthy husband and leap right into the lap of luxury."

The female doctor who made the comment was named Zheng Shuangshuang. She had taken the promotion exam with Ye Yan. Confident in her own abilities," she still hadn't been able to surpass Ye Yan's performance.

The hospital was divided into the regular wards and the VIP wards, with the latter offering salaries twice those of the former as well as priority for all promotion and learning opportunities.

"In plain terms, aren't the women in the VIP wards just the playthings of the wealthy?"

"At face value, they're all high and mighty in front of us, but who knows how shamelessly they behave in front of the men."

As Zheng Shuangshuang spoke, she completely forgot how desperately she herself had once tried to join the VIP wing.

"I'm sorry, but I have plans this evening." Without giving it a second thought, Ye Yan refused and promptly walked past Jiang Yuan down the steps.

"Dr. Ye, is the bag I gave you not pretty enough, or is the diamond not big enough? Don't be upset; I'll go buy you something better right away," Jiang Yuan suddenly called out to her retreating figure, his voice resonating, "And the sports car you wanted, I've already bought that too. Please, just join me for dinner."

The crowd, upon hearing Jiang Yuan's words, reacted as if they had been given some juicy gossip; their looks of intrigue all focused on Ye Yan.

With a snort, Zheng Shuangshuang raised her voice, "Dr. Ye, if you've accepted so many gifts from Mr. Jiang, don't put on airs—just have a dinner. Who knows, Mr. Jiang might be happy enough to give you a villa."

"Do VIP doctors get treated that well, with bags, diamonds, and sports cars?"

"I've always thought Dr. Ye was a schemer—pretending to be noble, but in reality, she never refused gifts from men."

"How revolting, she's really shaming our hospital."

Listening to the conversations around her, Ye Yan turned back to look at Jiang Yuan, a seemingly righteous figure, who was using such despicable means.

Jiang Yuan came over and forcefully pushed the flowers into her arms, his smirking lips unable to hide the malice in his eyes, "Dr. Ye, a dinner might shut me up. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might say next."

He knew how to play the game, deliberately choosing a crowded time and loudly uttering nonsense, confident that Ye Yan wouldn't be able to explain herself to everyone.

She was the one who cared about her reputation, wasn't she? Well, he'd just ruin it and see if she would lower her proud head to him.

"Mr. Jiang, your mother is having surgery the day after tomorrow." Ye Yan hadn't expected Jiang Yuan to be so shameless, wildly speaking without care.

"I trust Dr. Ye won't let personal grudges affect her treatment of patients," Jiang Yuan gestured toward his sports car invitingly, "Dr. Ye, please get in the car."

As the number of onlookers grew, Ye Yan, with a composed expression, got into Jiang Yuan's car to leave. She didn't want to be the center of attention; she guessed the hospital chat groups were probably blowing up already.

Bai Chutong had a night shift. After making her rounds, she was browsing her phone in the office.

The hospital's WeChat group showed dozens of unread messages.

She didn't usually pay attention to such private groups, but out of boredom she checked it, only to find that the focus of everyone's conversation was on Ye Yan.

Bai Chutong scrolled up through the messages with interest until she saw two photos.

In the photo, Jiang Yuan stood beside the red sports car, the gentleman that he was, pulling open the door for Ye Yan, who was bowing her head as she got into his car.

The group was still talking about how Ye Yan had accepted Jiang Yuan's expensive gifts, and that Jiang Yuan had even bought her a sports car.

"Dr. Ye is not that kind of person," Xiao Xiao happened to be in that group and, seeing everyone's conversation, she rapidly typed on the screen, "It's Mr. Jiang who's spouting nonsense."

"We all have eyes, we saw her getting into Mr. Jiang's car." The photo was posted by Zheng Shuangshuang, and she was the one leading the narrative in the group, "With everyone watching, how could we slander her?"

Xiao Xiao had seen the photo too, but she always had faith in Ye Yan's character.

There were so many rich and powerful people on the VIP floor, and several were after Dr. Ye, who was better than Jiang Yuan? Even if Dr. Ye were to choose, she wouldn't choose Jiang Yuan.

Moreover, Dr. Ye always maintained an appropriate distance from family members, not pandering, not overly warm, no different from how she treated the families in the general ward.

Bai Chutong watched everyone discussing with a face full of schadenfreude and, moving her fingers, forwarded the photo.

She sent it to Fu Xingzhou.

Thinking about what she had seen at the conference room door today, Bai Chutong felt vaguely that something was off between those two, so she was testing the waters with this photo.

Fu Xingzhou hadn't responded to her message today, but this time he quickly typed out a question mark.

Bai Chutong hurriedly clutched her phone, typing out the message she had prepared in advance: Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I meant to send it to Dr. Ye to remind her but accidentally sent it to you instead.

Fu Xingzhou was just coming out of the police station, the flashing police lights at the entrance casting flickering shadows over his face.

The driver was standing not far away with the car, speaking in low tones with the assistant Sun Ming.

The fugitive caught yesterday came from inland, with several lives on his conscience, and he had attacked Fu Xingzhou because someone had given him a large sum of money that he desperately needed to flee the country.

But knowing he couldn't escape, he wouldn't reveal the mastermind behind him, no matter how the police tried, they couldn't get a word out of him, so they had to ask Fu Xingzhou to come in person.

The moment the fugitive saw Fu Xingzhou, he began to shake uncontrollably, confessing everything without even needing Fu Xingzhou to speak.

Chief: …

He was already considering asking Fu Xingzhou to be a part-time consultant for the police station.

Seeing Fu Xingzhou approaching, the driver quickly opened the car door.

Fu Xingzhou was very fond of this car, but after it was taken to the police station as evidence, it seemed he had lost interest.

Fu Xingzhou cherished the things he liked to an extreme, clinging to them until he grew tired, but once he lost interest, he would abandon them completely, not even sparing them a glance.

Indeed, as soon as he sat in the car, he said, "Get a new car tomorrow."

The driver, thinking of the car ordered from overseas that should be arriving soon, replied, "Of course, sir."

Sun Ming got into the passenger seat and asked by habit, "Sir, are we heading back to Yuqiao?"

Fu Xingzhou had been staying there recently.

"Check where Jiang Yuan is now," the man leaned back in his seat, the passing lights outside highlighting the sharp angles of his face, the dark halo around his eyes as cold as a glacier.

Sun Ming caught a glimpse, and it startled him for a moment, but he quickly averted his gaze and made a phone call.

Shortly after, he turned his head and replied respectfully, "He's at the Qingchuan Clubhouse."