Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

Ye Yan realized that Fu Xingzhou had changed cars; the vehicle he had treated like a precious treasure days before was now just another in his private collection.

He had always been fickle, whether with the women around him or his possessions, seldom keeping interest for over a month. Thinking this, she considered herself somewhat of an antique.

She should probably be discarded soon.

"What are you spacing out for? Do you need me to teach you how to buckle your seat belt?"

Ye Yan snapped back to reality and hurriedly fastened her seat belt.

The car's seats were very comfortable; the soft cushions made one feel drowsy.

Fu Xingzhou's hand rested on the steering wheel, his shirt cuffs slightly rolled back to reveal an expensive steel watch.

His hands were extraordinarily handsome, like precious jade; even the veins and their paths were full of enchanting hormones.

There had been an online poll recently, "The Hands You Most Want to Touch." If those hands were entered, they would surely win first place.

From head to toe, inside and out, he was like dragon's blood and phoenix marrow, unreachably noble.

"Dr. Ye, I know I'm good-looking, but I don't like being stared at like this." The man suddenly spoke coolly, and with a twist of the steering wheel, the car merged into the flow of traffic.

Ye Yan, realizing she had been captivated, quickly turned away with some embarrassment. Neon lights flickered outside the window, reflecting her silhouette on the glass.

Without thinking, she rolled down the window, and a sudden gust of night wind blasted in; she hurriedly rolled it back up.

The wind had fully awakened her. Indeed, the allure of a man could lead one astray; she almost forgot the vile things Fu Xingzhou had done.

"I want to eat hot pot." As they passed several bustling hot pot restaurants, Ye Yan swallowed her saliva.

Fu Xingzhou mentally flipped through the top-tier restaurants in his head but didn't recall any that served hot pot.

"Red and vibrant, it's bound to be delicious," Ye Yan guessed that Fu Xingzhou likely wasn't a regular at hot pot places and kindly suggested, "Turn left up ahead, on Mazu Temple Road, there's one."

It was past ten o'clock at night, and the hot pot restaurants were still noisy and lively.

Fu Xingzhou didn't like such clamorous environments, but seeing Ye Yan's eyes shining with little stars, he suppressed the irritation in his heart.

At this hour, there wasn't a single empty table in the shop, and the waiter gave Ye Yan a number to wait in line.

Ye Yan obediently sat down on a chair outside the store, her slender figure wrapped in a windbreaker, and her pale face under the lights was strikingly eye-catching.

She waved at Fu Xingzhou and patted the seat next to her.

When had Fu Xingzhou ever waited in line for a meal?

"Let's go to another place." The man felt the secretive glances from around him, his brows furrowed enough to crush a fly.

"Can we just wait a little while?"

"No," Fu Xingzhou's stance left no room for negotiation.

Ye Yan didn't get up right away.

Fu Xingzhou saw her hand turn white from gripping the menu too tightly, and her sharp chin tensed.

It seemed she wanted to argue but felt the chances were slim.

"Ten minutes," Fu Xingzhou conceded, "If there are no seats in ten minutes, we'll go somewhere else."

"Mhm." Ye Yan looked up, seemingly glowing, and held up the number for Fu Xingzhou to see, "We're number 2, it will be quick."

Red lanterns hung in front of the hot pot restaurant, and their soft dark red seemed to apply a rouge to her fair face.

She had never smiled like this in front of him before, a bit naive and appreciative, a stark contrast to her usual cold and haughty demeanor.

All this for a hot pot dinner?

Fu Xingzhou swallowed the sarcasm that rose to his lips and took a seat on the chair next to hers.

The square plastic chairs weren't very sturdy, particularly for someone with Fu Xingzhou's imposing height, leaving his long legs awkwardly with nowhere to place them.

The streets of Ao City at night were even more bustling and lively than during the day, shed of their haste and toil, leaving only leisure and relaxation.

On the street, there was a middle-aged uncle selling glowing balloons, and all the children liked to gather around him, their faces looking up in awe.

Waiting was boring, so Ye Yan quietly watched the uncle, counting how many balloons he sold.

"Want one?"

"Huh?" Ye Yan didn't understand his sudden question, but Fu Xingzhou had already stood up and walked towards the street.

When he returned, he had a balloon in his hand.

The balloon was double-layered and transparent, an outer sphere with an inner heart shape, wrapped around the edges with twinkling lights.

Fu Xingzhou, with his extraordinary and noble stature, seemed out of place holding such a balloon, yet it looked unexpectedly beautiful.

Passersby and diners seemed to be drawn to him, this man who moved casually, even more dazzling than the neon lights.

"The little brother's balloon is so pretty, I want one too," a little girl said sweetly, tugging at her mother's sleeve.

The mother struggled to shift her gaze from Fu Xingzhou, repeatedly promising to buy, buy, buy.

"I want one too," a girl coaxed her boyfriend. "Look, others are buying balloons for their girlfriends."

"He's handsome, and he's good to his girlfriend; I'm not saying who'd be jealous."

When Fu Xingzhou came back to Ye Yan's side, the uncle's balloon stall had already attracted many people, and it didn't take long for all the balloons to be snapped up.

He handed the balloon over, not hiding the disdain on his face.

"Thank you." Ye Yan's heart was joyous, her bright eyes shining like stars.

Actually, she hadn't wanted to buy a balloon; Fu Xingzhou had misunderstood her, but holding the trinket in her hand, with the tiny lights twinkling merrily, it seemed as though even the colors of happiness were flickering.

"You've got a pretty strong influence," Ye Yan said, glancing at the uncle driving his cart off. If he used that face for live streaming, he wouldn't have to say a word; fans would go crazy placing orders.

He sat down on a chair, the poor plastic nearly buckling.

Fortunately, his disdain hadn't reached its limit when the waiter called their number.

Ye Yan left the balloon at the front desk.

Fu Xingzhou, holding her hand as they walked further in, couldn't hide his scorn, "It's just a tawdry balloon, why treat it like a treasure?"

"This is the first time someone has given me a balloon."

Fu Xingzhou's gaze turned mocking. "Hasn't Dr. Ye ever been pursued?"

Isn't buying small trinkets for girls what boys do best?

Back in his school days, he didn't know how many gift shops at the school gate he kept in business; the owners would call him "brother" when they saw him.

Ye Yan's face turned red, and she didn't speak.

It wasn't that no one had ever pursued her; the boy who did was an outstanding youth, and she had a crush on him at that time, her first teenage crush.

Naive and sweet.

But somehow, Ye Jian'an found out, and it turned into a school-wide scandal, then escalated to the boy's family, where Ye Jian'an accused the boy of indecency with his daughter and demanded compensation.

To avoid affecting their son's studies and life, the boy's family settled the matter with money and he transferred to another school.

To this day, she still recalled the last look the boy gave her, as full of hatred as it had once been passionate.

Afterward, she had a big fight with Ye Jian'an, taking two heavy slaps to the face.

That day, she sat on the Aodang Bridge, questioning the meaning of her own existence.

The neighbors had told her, Ye Jian'an was once a local wealthy merchant, with cash to spare and a beautiful wife. Later he became involved with gambling, his wife left, and he found another woman at the gambling table. After giving birth to two children, that woman also left.

But as long as he could gamble, Ye Jian'an didn't care; for the sake of gambling, he would stoop to anything.

From then on, no one dared pursue her.

As she grew up, her mindset matured; how could anyone give her such a childish balloon?

Ye Yan refocused, intent on eating, pointing at the menu with gusto, "I'll have a super spicy pot."