Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 72: I Don’t Know How Many People Have Sat

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: I Don’t Know How Many People Have Sat

Fu Xingzhou strode over, standing silently beyond the veil of rain and gazing at her, while Ye Yan lifted her head from the bend of her knees, her eyes, blurred by the deluge, revealing a flash of surprise before quickly becoming shrouded by the rain.

Thunder roared fiercely into being.

Fu Xingzhou extended his hand, Ye Yan stood up, and crashed into his embrace.

She must have been truly terrified, the force of the collision causing a dull ache in his chest, but he didn’t care about that, instead holding her even tighter.

At this moment, neither Lin Yihang nor any past first loves could compare to the sense of solidity that her delicate form brought to his arms.

The emptiness of these past days was finally filled, the coldness of his emotions finally beginning to warm,

and the reason he had been preoccupied despite reveling in a loud and flashy lifestyle every day was because of her.

"Don’t be afraid, let’s go home," Fu Xingzhou said, lifting her horizontally and walking back into the rain.

The bodyguard followed closely, holding up a large black umbrella.

After getting into the car, the bodyguard asked where to go.

Fu Xingzhou was about to say Yuqiao, but Ye Yan spoke up first: Grand Hall.

The man didn’t speak, just looked down at her.

Ye Yan felt that intense gaze, didn’t respond, but buried her face in his chest.

Fu Xingzhou had the driver raise the partition and took a clean towel.

Her body was soaked through, like a small animal that had just been fished out of the water.

Ye Yan obediently let him remove her damp coat and used the towel to wipe off the water on her body, the man remaining silent the whole time, his actions not exactly gentle.

But he wasn’t much better off; while wiping her down, water still dripped from his hair, and his soaked black shirt clung tightly to his upper body, accentuating his firm and taut muscles to the point that just one glance could make the blood race.

Suddenly, Ye Yan took the towel from his hands and raised her arms to wipe the rain from his face.

Their eyes met, and he suddenly bent down and pressed his lips close, the familiar scent enveloping her.

The emotions that had been building up over these days seemed to burst forth in an instant, as he pressed on forcefully, deepening the prolonged kiss.

The man kissed her with a roughness that seemed as though he wanted to completely consume her.

It wasn’t until a startling clap of thunder rang out that Ye Yan flinched and burrowed back into his arms.

A chuckle came from above her head; he didn’t do anything more but gently patted her back and tightened his grip around her soft waist.

When they arrived at Grand Hall, the rain had lessened considerably, the thunder had receded, leaving only fine strands of rainfall drifting in the air.

Fu Xingzhou carried Ye Yan all the way upstairs, with the bodyguard dutifully holding the umbrella above them.

The world underneath the umbrella was quiet and warm, emanating a peacefulness that seemed too serene to disturb.

Both of them were drenched, looking bedraggled, and the first thing they did after returning home was to take a hot shower and change into clean pajamas.

Ye Yan finished first, brewing some ginger tea in the kitchen.

Just as the ginger tea was ready, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and for no apparent reason, her heart began to race, filled with an inexplicable anticipation and a strange nervousness.

Two bowls of soup were lined up, steaming hot.

Fu Xingzhou approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing her back against his chest.

From the corner of her eye, Ye Yan saw his bare arms, the smooth and powerful lines evidence of how he could easily toss her onto the bed with just one hand.

"Don’t move, it’s very hot."

"Hotter than me?" Fu Xingzhou whispered in her ear, the pleasant scent of his shower mixed with his masculine pheromones, and the heat from a certain part of his body pressed against her bottom, indeed very warm.

A blush crept up Ye Yan’s ears, gradually spreading to her pale cheeks, even her tiny ears taking on a cute pink hue.

Fu Xingzhou couldn’t resist and gave a kiss on her earlobe: "Go to the living room, I’ll bring them."

When Ye Yan turned around, she realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of home pants.

The sudden beauty assault left Ye Yan staring blankly, her gaze glued to his chest as if it were stuck with 502 superglue.

The unexpected sexiness lasted a rigid thirty seconds.

"Where’s your shirt?"

The girl in front of him had a dazed and silly expression, but her eyes didn’t want to leave his body.

"Want to touch?"

Ye Yan nodded subconsciously, but then she quickly shook her head like crazy.

Fu Xingzhou took her wrist and placed her jade-like little hand on his abs, "How does it feel?"

The muscles under Ye Yan’s fingertips were as hard as iron, clearly defined, with a strong sense of bone structure.

Actually, she had been craving to touch them for a while.

"Hard," Ye Yan replied truthfully.

Fu Xingzhou smiled, "There’s something even harder."

Ye Yan irritably pushed him away, "Remember to wear gloves when holding bowls."

She went to the living room to turn on the TV, while Fu Xingzhou, with bare hands, placed two bowls of soup on the coffee table.

"Aren’t you afraid of the heat?" The ginger soup that had just been made was still steaming.

Fu Xingzhou showed her his hands, famous for their beauty, but the palms and fingertips were covered with thin calluses.

His extraordinary skills must have required a lot of training; these calluses were proof of that.

Ye Yan held his hand and gently rubbed over the calluses, "No wonder your skin is so thick."

"Dr. Ye’s insults are getting more indirect," Fu Xingzhou leaned in to embrace her, but Ye Yan stood up and leaped to the side.

She raised her hand and pointed to where he was standing, "That night, Lin Yihang was standing right there. He asked me if I had dinner, then he had his assistant order food delivery. Later, when you called for a video chat, I went to the bedroom to talk, and he never left the living room. After eating, he said the person he was visiting had returned, so he took an umbrella and left. The day you saw him, he came to return the umbrella, and we only spoke a few words downstairs; that was all."

Fu Xingzhou saw her serious expression and wanted to approach, but she stopped him with a raised hand.

"You said, during our marriage, you would not cheat, and that’s what I want to say too. No matter how long our relationship lasts, I will not do anything to betray our marriage unless..."

Fu Xingzhou pulled her into his arms, sealing her next words with a kiss.

He knew what she wanted to say, but he just didn’t want to hear it, didn’t like hearing it.

A hot, wet kiss left both of them slightly breathless.

A mist was forming in Ye Yan’s eyes, growing heavier; it was unclear if it was the dissatisfaction from being deprived of breath or the pent-up frustration from the past few days condensing into tears.

Fu Xingzhou pinched her cheek, "Feeling wronged?"

The girl’s eyes were full of reproach, as if he were a notorious villain.

"Mr. Fu lets girls sit on his lap, I wouldn’t dare to feel wronged."

Her tone was mocking.

And what’s this about sitting on laps?

"I was at Pujing Casino that day." Ye Yan kindly helped him to recall, "That girl was very attractive, did you take her up to the top floor?"

The fact that he had a private suite on the top floor was no secret.

Fu Xingzhou: ...

"Did you come to find me?"

"Sorry, I seem to have seen something I shouldn’t have."

Fu Xingzhou wrapped his arms around her waist, "I didn’t expect her to suddenly sit on my lap, but I quickly made her get off."

"I wonder how many women have sat on Mr. Fu’s thighs; it’s a miracle they haven’t folded yet," she started to mock him again.

Fu Xingzhou didn’t get angry, instead, he picked her up and firmly placed her on his lap, "From now on, my legs are only for Dr. Ye to sit on."