Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

Fu Xingzhou replied to Meng Tian and Ye Zhun's messages for her in the middle of the night.

Although his tone was somewhat blunt, the two of them didn't suspect too much, as it was already good enough that she could reply under abnormal circumstances.

Ye Yan put her cell phone back and tried to gently remove the arm draped over her waist, but it was too heavy to move.

This man might look lean, but every inch of his muscle was infused with immense strength, especially the muscles around his waist and abdomen, which were truly exceptional.

"Don't move around." The man, who had been fast asleep just moments ago, suddenly extended his long arm and pulled her into his arms.

At that moment, both were without a stitch on, skin against skin.

It was a bit hot, a bit embarrassing.

"I have to go to work later," Ye Yan whispered, trying to negotiate, "You sleep, I won't disturb you."

"Take the day off," Fu Xingzhou said with his eyes closed, sounding somewhat impatient.

"Taking a day off would dock my pay, and I have surgery in the afternoon." Ye Yan wanted to placate him quickly, so she kissed him on the corner of his mouth, "I feel sticky, I'd like to take a shower."

Fu Xingzhou finally opened his eyes, his gaze ambiguous.

After a moment, he pressed a long finger to her lips, "Dr. Ye's little mouth is very useful."

Thinking of how she was kneeling in front of him last night, Ye Yan's face flushed all the way to her neck.

In a fit of pique, she yanked the blanket over his head, as if by covering his face she could pretend nothing had happened.

From beneath the blanket, the sound of the man's pleased laughter came, infuriating Ye Yan to the point of wanting to perish together with him.

Just as she was about to turn over and get out of bed, he grabbed her wrist, "Do you have any clothes for me to change into here?"

He was caught in a heavy rain when he arrived yesterday, and his clothes were mostly soaked, and after such an "intense" battle, his clothes were now crumpled on the floor and obviously unwearable.

"There are clothes belonging to Ye Zhun, will you wear those?"

Ye Zhun is a couple of centimeters shorter than him, but both wear size 190.

"The underwear is new, never used." Knowing he was picky, Ye Yan hurriedly added, "I don't have new clothes, but I've washed them."

Fu Xingzhou didn't object, which was an agreement in itself.

Ye Yan quickly retrieved a white T-shirt, a pair of black sports pants, and a still-sealed pair of underwear from the wardrobe.

Ye Zhun attends the best private high school in Ao City, which only gives him a half-day off on the last Sunday of each month, and he must return to school in the evening.

He's now a junior, with even heavier schoolwork, sometimes not coming home once in a month.

Fu Xingzhou lifted the blanket and sat up, and began to change clothes right in front of Ye Yan, unreservedly.

Sure, this man had a good physique, but there was no need to show it off anytime, anywhere.

Ye Yan glanced twice before hurriedly turning her gaze elsewhere, but the thought repeated in her mind: would Ye Zhun's size be inappropriate for him, considering his... was quite impressive.

Realizing she was thinking of something ridiculous, Ye Yan quickly slapped her face to wake herself and turned to take a shower.

After showering and coming out, Fu Xingzhou had already changed his clothes and was sitting on the bed looking at his phone.

His hair was extremely fluffy from sleep, with no particular style, soft and loose across his full and broad forehead.

A white T-shirt, black sports pants, and bare feet revealing pale white ankles.

Viewed from this angle, he looked every bit a tall guy.

With such an outstanding face, no matter how terrible his temperament, there would be girls falling over each other for him.

Ye Yan remembered the business at hand and pointed to the bedside table obstructed by him, "There's medicine inside, could you pass it to me?"

The battle last night was fierce, and he seemed to have finished inside her several times.

"What medicine?" Fu Xingzhou put down his phone, bent down to pull open the drawer, which was neatly organized and categorized with a variety of medications, even including syringes and various injectables.

True to a doctor's home.

"Contraceptive pills," Ye Yan said, hanging the towel she used to dry her hair on the back of a chair.

Fu Xingzhou's movements halted abruptly, his face took on an icy layer of frost, and his eyes turned cold.

Ye Yan couldn't understand the sudden change in his demeanor and raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"

"So you don't want to carry my child that much?" Fu Xingzhou smirked coldly, knowing that she detested him, even grinding her teeth furiously whenever she muttered his name in her dreams.

Ye Yan found it laughable, "All fun and games aside, let's not joke about pregnancy, does Mr. Fu remember this line?"

He had probably forgotten that when he had said those words with a half-smile, his face was full of guards and disdain towards her.

Their marriage of intimacy without love was indeed unsuitable for bringing a child into existence.

Children are innocent; they can't choose their parents, yet the parents can decide whether they are allowed to come into this world.

The still air seemed to have been sealed, and the two looked at each other across the empty space.

After a moment, Fu Xingzhou found a pillbox in the drawer and placed a pill into her palm, "Taking medicine is bad for your health, last night was my mistake, I'll remember to wear a condom from now on."

Ye Yan neither agreed nor disagreed, it was just taking pills a few times, and it wouldn't cause any harm; she wasn't that precious.

"I'll go get some water."

Actually, in this respect, Fu Xingzhou wasn't that bad; most of the time, he took precautions, and only occasionally did he let his guard down, prompting her to take medicine.

After she took the medicine and Fu Xingzhou had finished washing up, Sun Ming arrived as if on cue.

Not only did she bring Fu Xingzhou's change of clothes, but she also delivered Jiua's breakfast.

Jiua wouldn't have been open at that time, and they didn't sell breakfast, let alone deliver it.

Wealth affords caprice.

Fu Xingzhou ate plain porridge, ordered her rice noodle rolls, turnip cake, chocolate hazelnut French toast, and a few other delicate side dishes.

"I don't have much to do this morning; do you want to go for a gastroscopy?" Ye Yan took a bite of the turnip cake; it was a mixture of salty, sweet, and soft.

"Will you be doing it?"

"Chai Chen is a specialist in gastroenterology, I can help you set up an appointment."

"It's just a common stomach ailment, I've gotten used to it."

He wasn't someone who liked to lay there and be fiddled with; on the contrary, he preferred to be in control.

"So, if I did it for you, would you come?" As a doctor, Ye Yan didn't like to see patients shun treatment, after all, with anesthetic administered, he wouldn't know who actually did the procedure.

She would trick him into going first.

Fu Xingzhou didn't say he agreed, but he also didn't immediately refuse, obviously, there was room for consideration.

"Last night, weren't you accompanying Miss Nangong?" Ye Yan sipped her porridge, her downcast eyes revealing no emotion.

"Who I was with last night, aren't you the clearest on that?" Fu Xingzhou said with a half-smile, "Acting like you don't recognize anyone after pulling your pants up, Dr. Ye, you're getting better at this."

Heh, the ungrateful white-eyed wolf persona was unmistakable.

Ye Yan felt a bit guilty from his words.

She thought she would spend the last night in fear but didn't expect Fu Xingzhou to introduce her to a different realm.

She was so exhilarated, she even forgot the sound of thunder and rain.

"Thank you," she stuttered through the two simple words, but her heart was sincere.

He had bailed her out, and then rushed back in the middle of the night through the rain to keep her company...

She wasn't heartless; she couldn't remain completely indifferent.

"Grateful to me?" The man suddenly placed a finger over his thin lips, "Why not opt for another round of that service."

Last night, she actually wasn't quite clear-headed, and in her confusion and passion, she had fallen for his tricks.

Ye Yan's face flushed, but surprisingly, she didn't react with angry embarrassment. She discovered that her tolerance for this man was seemingly growing stronger.

An abrupt ring of the phone swept through, as Fu Xingzhou glanced at it and rose to the balcony.