Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

"Large tripe, lamb ribs, marinated intestines, chicken feet..." Ye Yan rattled off a whole list of meat dishes in one breath.

"Don't you want to order anything?" Ye Yan looked across at Fu Xingzhou, who remained graceful and unmoved.

"I already ate," he said as the waiter placed the spicy hotpot base on the table, heaping with blazing red broth and chili peppers—it looked hot just by sight.

"I'm going to start a live stream, do you mind?"

Ye Yan had a food streaming account, but she seldom updated it, only going live when she was in a good mood.

Because she rarely updated, the website didn't give her much traffic, and she had only a few hundred fans.

"You still do live streams?" Fu Xingzhou, who had shared a bed with her for a year, was surprised by this hidden talent of hers.

"Occasionally." She actually didn't have many happy things to share, except for eating.

Fu Xingzhou didn't interfere, letting Ye Yan continue with her live stream, eating those smoke-inducing spicy dishes.

Actually, Ye Yan didn't need to eat, her face alone could attract followers, especially her rosy cheeks made misty by the steam, and her watery phoenix eyes, both innocent and desirous.

Of course, watching her eat was also appetizing—she wasn't wolfing down the food, each bite was graceful, yet it still made people drool uncontrollably, itching to eat as well.

Fu Xingzhou couldn't help but want to taste what divine delicacy had her so enchanted.

"I'm going to the restroom," Fu Xingzhou said. He was very disciplined and, having a weak stomach, avoided heavy dinners.

Ye Yan didn't pay him any attention and dipped the well-cooked tripe into a bright red chili sauce and took a bite.

Fu Xingzhou's phone on the table rang, but Ye Yan still ignored it.

The phone kept ringing, as if determined not to stop until its owner answered.

Reluctantly, Ye Yan moved herself off camera and picked up his phone to see who it was—the caller ID showed Nangong Yan, the artistically inclined female painter.

Calling at this late hour, was she sure that Fu Xingzhou hadn't yet retired for the night?

Just as Ye Yan hesitated to answer or not, the phone finally stopped ringing.

Not long after, Fu Xingzhou returned from the restroom and seeing Ye Yan still eating, couldn't resist pinching her cheek.

With such an appetite, he nearly couldn't afford to feed her, and despite eating so much, she never seemed to gain weight—holding her every night felt like hugging a sack of bones.

Ye Yan, her face pinched suddenly, hurriedly pushed his mischievous hand away and pointed to her phone.

[Wow, that hand is so handsome]

[That's a man's hand right, is the host eating with her boyfriend?]

[With hands like those, he must be really handsome, right?]

[Host, can you let your boyfriend show his face?]

[How do you know it's her boyfriend, he could just be someone from the crew]

[Such an intimate gesture like pinching her cheek must mean he's her boyfriend]

[It might even be her husband, who knows?]

Ye Yan's followers were few, so she could see every comment.

She had just wolfed down a feast, with hardly anyone speaking, but the mere appearance of Fu Xingzhou's hand had fans blowing up the chat.

It really wasn't fair.

Fu Xingzhou's phone started ringing again, persistently.

He glanced at the caller ID, picked up the phone, and walked outside.

Ye Yan grabbed a tissue, wiped her mouth, said goodbye to her viewers, and ended the live stream.

Through the glass window, Fu Xingzhou stood smoking and talking on the phone, his expression unseen, but the motion of his smoking was clearly displeased.

Ye Yan disliked prying into others' privacy, but a brief glance earlier had unintentionally revealed the caller's name—it was still Nangong Yan.

Once upon a time, she wouldn't be emotionally agitated by any of his other women, she even hoped those women could use all their tricks to entangle him, so he wouldn't disturb her peace.

Ye Yan stared at the rolling red broth in front of her, briefly lost in thought, until someone picked up the coat on the chair across.

"Eat up and let the bodyguard take you, I have something to handle," Fu Xingzhou hurriedly instructed before leaving.

After finishing her meal, Ye Yan went to settle the bill, but Fu Xingzhou's bodyguard stood there, respectfully saying, "The bill has already been settled."

She nodded and put on her coat.

"Miss, here is your balloon." The receptionist smiled as she handed over the glowing balloon, probably envious, she couldn't help but admire, "Your boyfriend is so thoughtful, pampering you like a child."

Ye Yan smiled, a strange smile.

Should she tell this lovesick miss that her ideal boyfriend just left his wife to go on a date with another woman?

The bodyguard walked ahead, and with balloon in hand, Ye Yan leisurely followed.

A little boy was attracted by the shiny balloon and tugged at his mother's hand wanting to buy one.

The balloon seller had already left, and after his mother comforted him and promised to buy one tomorrow, the boy reluctantly turned away.

"Do you want it? I'll give it to you." Ye Yan bent down next to him and handed over the balloon.

The little boy jumped for joy but knew better than to randomly ask for things from strangers, nervously glancing at his mother's expression.

"How could we, how much is it? I'll transfer the money to you," the mother said, reaching for her phone.

"No need, it's good if the child likes it." Ye Yan pushed the balloon into the little boy's hands, "Have fun."

"Thank you, pretty sister," the little boy gazed at Ye Yan without blinking, thinking she was even prettier than his mother.

As the voices of thanks from the mother and son faded away, Ye Yan bent down and slipped into the bodyguard's car.

The bodyguard was somewhat surprised by her act of giving away the balloon.

The joy Ye Yan felt when she first received the balloon seemed to have affected him as well.

But now she casually gave the balloon away, showing no attachment throughout.

The bodyguard had his doubts, but his professional integrity prevented him from prying; safely getting the lady home was his main duty.

The clouds in the sky were accumulating more densely, and a rich dampness pervaded the air, suggesting a heavy rain was imminent.

It's going to rain soon.

Ye Yan leaned against the car window, watching as the mother and son turned the street corner, and the shiny balloon disappeared from sight.

Just like her first youthful crush, the faint light of hope eventually faded into darkness.

She lightly pressed against her chest, her lips curling slightly.

Falling in love comes with a price.

So, she dared not.

~

Fu Xingzhou sat on the sofa, smoking, his face cold and unapproachable through the swirling smoke.

He leaned against the leather sofa, his long legs habitually crossed, emanating an overlooking demeanor even while seated.

After the doctor finished treating Nangong Yan's wounds and closed his medical kit, "It's nothing serious, just a superficial dermal burn. Here's some burn ointment, apply after unwrapping the bandage tomorrow morning, twice a day. Do not let it get wet."

"Thank you, doctor." Nangong Yan stood, "Let me walk you out."

After saying goodbye to Fu Xingzhou, the doctor departed.

"Mr. Fu, I'm really sorry for calling you over so late," Nangong Yan's face appeared pitifully distressed, "I was just too frightened, if I could no longer hold a paintbrush with my right hand..."

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Naturally quite literary and elegant, she now wore a thin silk nightgown, her slender shoulders trembling ever so slightly, invoking pity.

"Why are you crying? I can't stand to see women cry," Fu Xingzhou said as he pulled out two tissues, "Come here."