Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

Fu Xingzhou took a drag from his cigarette and chuckled, "What, is your hotel offering a free stay?"

"I heard someone brought a beauty here to enjoy themselves, I certainly can't steal the limelight," Tang Jingyao instructed the manager beside him. "Go, send a bottle of Madison's Night to the young master's private room."

"Yes." The manager hurriedly sent his subordinates to fetch the wine.

"What happened to your face?" Tang Jingyao stared curiously at Fu Xingzhou's face, which had a scratch that was neither deep nor shallow, now half-clotted into a red scab.

Everyone who had encountered Fu Xingzhou today had noticed the wound, especially since it was in such a visible location, but no one dared to ask.

Only Tang Jingyao was fearless.

Fu Xingzhou took another drag, his narrow eyes half-closed, "It's nothing, just a scratch from the household cat."

"Since when did you have a cat?"

And this didn't look at all like a cat's scratch, more like something a child might believe.

"Was it Dr. Ye who scratched you?" Tang Jingyao leaned in, eager like a raccoon in a melon patch.

Fu Xingzhou's close friends all knew about his marriage, but none of them took it seriously.

He had been raised by Granny Fu since he was a child; they shared a deep bond. When Granny Fu was diagnosed with a terminal illness, her greatest wish was to see Fu Xingzhou happily married.

Although Dr. Ye came from a humble background, she was beautiful and quiet, with a high level of education, just the type of granddaughter-in-law Granny Fu liked.

How long their marriage would last depended on how long Granny Fu lived.

A waiter entered with the wine, while inside the private room, Nangong Yan and her agent were restless with anxiety.

They feared that once Fu Xingzhou left, he might never return.

Now, seeing that Fu Xingzhou had returned, accompanied by someone, their joy was hardly containable.

"Miss Nangong, I've long admired your reputation. I am Tang Jingyao," Tang Jingyao always carried a trace of a smile, but those familiar with him knew that when he wasn't smiling, disaster was imminent.

"So, it's Mr. Tang."

Tang Jingyao was the owner of Jiua, a big name throughout Ao City Peninsula, and Nangong Yan had heard of him before.

Indeed, a big shot always surrounds himself with other big shots.

"Please enjoy, I'll take my leave," Tang Jingyao's dark eyes gleamed. "Miss Nangong, make sure you keep our young master happy. When he's pleased, he becomes very generous, ensuring your wishes are fulfilled."

Those who stayed at the top were always sharp, quick to see through people's motives.

Nangong Yan's face slightly stiffened, but she still smiled gracefully, "Mr. Tang might have misunderstood. Mr. Fu is merely interested in my paintings."

She wanted to organize a touring art exhibition in the Mainland and needed significant financial support.

If the exhibition were successful, her reputation would extend beyond Ao City, earning her a place in the artistic community of Hua Country.

Sister Fang had finally connected her with Fu Xingzhou, and she certainly wouldn't miss such an excellent opportunity to elevate her status.

Fu Xingzhou leisurely smoked his cigarette, his tone privileged yet playful, "Miss Nangong, which do you think interests me more, you or your paintings?"

Nangong Yan was slightly flustered, unsure of the deeper meaning behind Fu Xingzhou's question.

But Sister Fang reacted quickly: "The paintings are by Nangong Hua, so if Mr. Fu likes her paintings, he would naturally like her as a person; conversely, if Mr. Fu likes her as a person, he would also appreciate her paintings."

Fu Xingzhou flicked off some ash, raised the wine glass from the table, "Then, here's to a pleasant collaboration."

After Tang Jingyao left, the manager whispered a recap of what had just occurred.

"Dr. Ye has arrived?"

The manager nodded, "Came with colleagues."

Mr. Tang pinched the bridge of his nose, no wonder Fu Er had suddenly lost his temper—it was all for his little "cat."

His legitimate wife was in a private room not far away, yet he brazenly dined with a beauty.

And when his legitimate wife was harassed, he personally stood up for her.

Fu Er's erratic behavior made it hard for him to discern what the relationship between this couple really was.

"Add a few dishes to Dr. Ye's private room."

The atmosphere in the private room became somewhat awkward due to Fu Xingzhou's inexplicable outburst.

Xiao Xiao weakly raised her hand, "That person drank so much liquor just now, he won't die from it, will he?"

"He won't die, at most he'll have a stomach bleed," Ye Liangping raised his eyebrow. "With my professional sixth sense, that guy is definitely not a good person."

"It turns out Mr. Fu is actually married, it was never even reported in the news."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yan's shrimp peeling paused.

"It seems his wife looks a lot like our Dr. Ye, mistaken identities due to a beer belly."

"It's just a resemblance, Dr. Ye would never fancy such a person," Xiao Xiao scoffed, those who are high and mighty, arrogant by nature, they can't reach.

Chai Chen glanced at Ye Yan, her face expressionless. Throughout the prior commotion, she remained indifferent, as if it didn't concern her.

Maybe it was his heightened sensitivity, but he always felt there was some relationship between Ye Yan and Fu Xingzhou that went beyond just medical staff and patient's family.

But Fu Xingzhou was too pretentious, Ye Yan too cold, nothing could be gleaned from their faces.

Moreover, he had no desire to pry into a colleague's privacy.

"Excuse the interruption, this is a gift from our boss," the manager walked in with several expensive dishes. "Our boss said you are all Angels in White from Ao City, so this meal is on our boss. Please enjoy."

After the manager left, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Angels in White, Chai Chen did not believe these capitalists were so generous without a reason; his actions were definitely aimed at someone among them.

After the meal, Chai Chen insisted on paying; after much persuasion at the front desk, they finally agreed that the complimentary dishes were free and the rest were half-off.

When Ye Yan and Xie Yang left the parking lot, she saw a familiar license plate.

The car was his current favorite, going wherever he went, but as soon as the next limited edition came in, it would be relegated to the garage to gather dust.

Those cars, much like her life circumstances, the only difference being—she wasn't as expensive.

After dropping Xie Yang off at home, Ye Yan went to Yuqiao.

Fu Xingzhou wouldn't be back tonight, so she could sleep soundly.

In the middle of the night, the sound of the door opening woke Ye Yan immediately.

She was a light sleeper, a professional habit—many times she had to rush to the hospital in the middle of the night, if she slept too deeply she might miss the best treatment window, which was unacceptable for both her and the hospital.

Ye Yan recognized it was Fu Xingzhou returning, changing shoes outside and seemingly walking with deliberately lowered footsteps.

Ye Yan glanced at the small alarm clock on the nightstand, 4 am.

She irritably pulled the covers over her head, trying to lull herself back to sleep.

But sleep eluded her—the sounds of Fu Xingzhou washing up, getting dressed, all magnified the more she tried to ignore them.

Until the side of the bed dipped slightly, and the pleasant scent of his shower gel wafted over.