Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

The man walked past with an excited expression, under the envious gaze of others.

"Stretch out your hand," Fu Xingzhou said indifferently.

The man hurriedly assumed a handshake posture, the hair on his hands breathing in excitement.

Fu Xingzhou took a drag on his cigarette, casually extended his long arm, and dropped the ash onto the palm of the man's hand.

Before the man could react, Fu Xingzhou crushed the burning cigarette into his palm.

A smell of scorched flesh slowly spread through the air. Yet the man's scream was forcibly held back in his mouth. Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, unidentifiable if due to pain or shock.

Fu Xingzhou took out a wet wipe and cleaned his fingers that had held the cigarette.

"Get lost." He then threw the used wipe onto the man's face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu." The man did not know what he had done wrong, apologizing while scrambling out.

The bodyguard gave a cold glance to the other people in the private room.

Even the dumbest could tell that Fu Xingzhou was not here to drink and chat. Having witnessed the horrible fate of the man used as a human ashtray, who would dare stay?

People in the private room scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Jiang Yuan was about to leave, but he didn't forget to look back at Ye Yan.

Everyone was scared as if they were rats seeking holes to hide in. Only she seemed indifferent.

But that wasn't her fault. Being a low-rung doctor, she hardly knew the stature of the man beside her.

Jiang Yuan couldn't care about that anymore. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a man speaking unhurriedly, "Come back."

Jiang Yuan's scalp tingled, his limbs struggling to move.

"Do you love fried chicken that much?" Fu Xingzhou glanced at the plate in front of him, where the fried chicken, except for the piece he intended to feed to Ye Yan, remained untouched.

"It's alright," Jiang Yuan responded with a nervous smile, completely confused.

"Go ask how much fried chicken the restaurant has left," Fu Xingzhou said to his bodyguard.

The bodyguard quickly returned, followed by the manager of Qingchuan Clubhouse.

"Mr. Fu, the kitchen just did an inventory. We can make sixty-four more servings of fried chicken today," as a top-tier clubhouse, Qingchuan never kept overnight ingredients. All unused dishes would be disposed of the next day. "Do you want them all?"

Fu Xingzhou looked at Jiang Yuan, "Yes, Mr. Jiang likes it."

The manager knew Jiang Yuan—the sole son of the Jiang Family, being groomed as the successor.

However, in front of Fu Xingzhou, he was nothing.

Soon, the sixty-four servings of fried chicken were brought forth, barely fitting on two tables.

The manager looked at Mr. Jiang with a hint of sympathy.

Jiang Yuan knew he had crossed a line, but he couldn't fathom why. He was terrified to the point of losing control, "Mr. Fu, I don't know what I did wrong, but if you say it, I will change."

Fu Xingzhou, with his arm around Ye Yan's shoulders, bent down and gave her a peck on the lips, "What do you think?"

Jiang Yuan was struck as if by lightning.

Ye Yan is Fu Xingzhou's woman?

"My wife's lips, are they something a bastard like you can kiss whenever you please?" Fu Xingzhou grasped Jiang Zhou by the collar of his back and pushed his face down into the bowl.

The sixty-four servings of fried chicken, with sauce considerately placed in a large bowl by the manager, became the pit where Jiang Yuan's face was buried.

The hot sauce choked his eyes, nose, and mouth as he struggled instinctively, but the pressing hand left no room for escape.

Suffocating, with his nose filled with foreign substances, there was a moment when Jiang Yuan felt he was about to die.

"Fu Xingzhou," Ye Yan gently shook his arm, nodding at him.

Jiang Yuan was despicable, but she didn't want to cause a death.

With Fu Xingzhou's methods, even if Jiang Yuan were to die there today, he would have cleaned up after himself thoroughly.

The sudden rush of air made Jiang Yuan greedily inhale deeply, transforming the once grand Mr. Jiang into a mess, his hair and face caked with spicy sauce, resembling a large french fry dipped in sauce.

Fu Xingzhou wrapped his arm around Ye Yan's shoulder and walked outside. Passing by the bodyguard, he said in a low and cold voice, "You watch him here. Let him leave when he's finished eating."

The bodyguard nodded silently, glancing at the two full tables of fried chicken.

Upon exiting the Qingchuan Clubhouse, the chilly air hit them, causing Ye Yan to shiver violently.

The parking lot was veiled with black clouds, the tranquility ahead contrasting sharply with the glitzy chaos behind.

Ye Yan didn't know if Fu Xingzhou was angry. Since they left the clubhouse, he had walked ahead of her all by himself.

Being tall and long-legged, it didn't take him long to put a significant distance between them, his silhouette proud and unfeeling.

Ye Yan tightened the collar of her coat.

She didn't feel that she was in the wrong today. Compared to her reluctant actions, Fu Xingzhou's usual recklessness was unrestrained.

She straightened her spine and hurried after him, when suddenly the man ahead turned around, his arm raised high under the moonlight, charged with anger.

Ye Yan froze, thinking he was going to hit her.

Instead, that large hand merely landed on the side of her face, pinching her cheek with a force that showed no tenderness.

"It hurts," Ye Yan complained.

"You still know pain? Seems you're not completely foolish," Fu Xingzhou sneered, his eyes full of mockery. "Where did you buy that doctorate certificate? It must have been expensive."

Before Ye Yan could respond, he fired off rapidly, "Did you major in agriculture in college? Because you seem to excel at planting greenery on my head."

"Fu Xingzhou!" Ye Yan snapped back, her anger likely fueled by the fierce look in his eyes and his foul expression. She felt wronged, "Do you think everyone is like you? I'm just an ordinary person."

In front of these wealthy and powerful people, she could easily be manipulated and oppressed.

Wasn't she bought by him with five million in the first place?

Since then, she had been confined to a loveless marriage, a prison never seeing the light of day.

He barely moved his lips, and she had no chance to resist.

Fu Xingzhou furrowed his brows. "You're really foolish if you encounter an unsolvable problem, why don't you call me?"

Ye Yan was taken aback; she indeed hadn't considered that.

"Can't remember or didn't save it?"

Ye Yan remained silent.

She knew his number by heart but hadn't stored it in her phone.

Fu Xingzhou pulled out the phone from her pocket, his tone cold, "Password."

Ye Yan obediently said six numbers, clearly feeling guilty with her head down.

He unlocked the phone, fiddled with it for a moment, and then tossed it back into her pocket, "Dr. Ye, Dr. Ye, you have such a significant backing and you don't use it. Don't you find it wasteful?"

It sounded like a helpless sigh. He tapped her forehead twice with his finger, "Hungry?"

Such a drinking session surely meant Ye Yan wouldn't eat, as she had to remain vigilant against Jiang Yuan and his people.

"I want something spicy," her eyes twinkling like a docile kitten asking for food by the roadside, "the very spicy kind."

"You'll eventually ruin your brain with all that spice," Fu Xingzhou snorted, pulling out his car keys. A black sedan nearby beeped.

Ye Yan watched his striding figure moving ahead, her lips curving into a smile, "Fu Xingzhou, thank you."