Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 108 Are You Even More Skilled Than Hacker S?

Chapter 108: Chapter 108 Are You Even More Skilled Than Hacker S?

At that time, within the hospital ward.

Fu Jinqiao sat in a wheelchair, her elbows resting against the edge of the hospital bed, her hands supporting her cheeks as she watched the handsome, sleeping man with unblinking eyes.

Xu Shuo, realizing that it was already mealtime, asked, "Miss Fu, I’ll go buy some food. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Fu Jinqiao didn’t even spare him an extra glance, "No, no, anything is fine. Hurry on, I will keep a watch over Movie King Mu."

Xu Shuo noticed the girl’s lovesick appearance and his mouth twitched slightly, a little worried that his boss might suffer mishaps at her hands after he left.

Fu Jinqiao, noticing that he hadn’t left yet, glanced at him sideways, "Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t let anyone else take advantage of Movie King Mu."

Xu Shuo chuckled to himself, thinking that he was actually afraid she would take advantage of him.

He nodded and left the ward.

Fu Jinqiao turned to look at the small window in the ward door and, seeing that he wasn’t coming back, she was ecstatic.

She leaned closer to Mu Qianfan, her fingertips stopping on his smooth forehead, then trailing down to his handsome eyebrows and eyes, then to his high nose bridge, and finally her gaze locked onto the man’s bloodless but perfect lips.

She swallowed hard, her heartbeat accelerating.

"Can I discuss something with you?"

"I have an idea, what do you think?"

She cleared her throat, "I’ve always wanted to give my first kiss to the person I like the most, otherwise I’d regret it. From my birth to now, apart from my dad, my Younger Uncle, you’re the one I like the most. So, you see, could you agree to let me have a kiss?"

Fu Jinqiao pursed her lips, "If you don’t say anything, I’ll assume you agree. Although what I am doing now is akin to being a lecher, I still want to do it."

She took a deep breath, stood up, puckered her lips, and lightly touched the man’s lips with a dragonfly kiss.

Fu Jinqiao plopped back down into her wheelchair hurriedly and turned to look at the small window, fearful that someone might discover her sleazy deed.

Fortunately, besides herself, no one knew.

She covered her face with her hands, overcome with joy, "Oh my god! That was so thrilling!"

Unknown to her, the man’s eyes faintly trembled.

After eating at the hospital, Fu Jinqiao was picked up by Han Yang and returned to the hotel. She knocked on An Yan’s door.

The door opened quickly.

"An Yan, I am so happy today!"

"Joy of a close escape?" An Yan asked.

Fu Jinqiao blinked, "Are you feeling unwell? Have you caught a cold? Your voice is hoarse."

An Yan laughed awkwardly, "Maybe, drinking some hot water should help."

"I just came to see you. Let’s go back with Mu Qianfan; it’s too lonely for him to be here by himself."

An Yan hummed softly, "Brother Mu saved me; I really shouldn’t leave ahead of him."

"Well, he’s going to be hospitalized for a few days. How about we explore here tomorrow?"

"What about your foot?"

"It’s fine; it will be mostly healed by tomorrow." Fu Jinqiao was in high spirits, "I’m going to take a shower now; good night, An Yan!"

An Yan saw her out and heaved a sigh of relief. As soon as the door closed, the man wrapped himself around her.

"I’m feeling a bit hungry, what should I do?"

An Yan turned around, "Shall we go out and eat something now?"

"But I want to eat the Yangchun noodles you make."

"There’s no kitchen in the room, I can’t make it."

Fu Shiyan gave a sly smile, "There’s a way."

They changed into casual clothes, put on caps and masks, and arrived at the hotel’s first-floor kitchen.

It was nearly ten o’clock and the chefs had already left for the day.

An Yan asked quietly, "We didn’t give any notice, won’t we get caught?"

"You dare to flirt with me but are afraid of getting caught?"

"It’s not that, but if we get caught, our relationship will be exposed," An Yan chided him with a glance.

Fu Shiyan laughed, "It doesn’t matter, let it be exposed then."

"Once it’s exposed, our current situation will be disrupted, and I don’t want anyone disturbing us."

"Fine, as you wish, just make me the person you can’t see."

An Yan pursed her lips and smiled, "That’s the best, only letting me see you."

He held her hand and entered the kitchen, "Let’s see what ingredients we have here."

An Yan opened the fridge, "There’s broccoli, lettuce, cabbage, and shiitake mushrooms. There’s no thin noodles, only udon and spaghetti."

Fu Shiyan shrugged, "It doesn’t matter, as long as it’s made by you."

An Yan chose spaghetti and shiitake mushrooms, then took some shrimp out of the freezer, "I’ll make you an An-style spaghetti."

Fu Shiyan agreed with a smile. He washed the mushrooms and soaked the shrimp, then boiled a pot of water.

He stood behind An Yan, wrapping his arms around her waist, watching her cook the mushrooms in the boiling water, then dicing the shrimp.

After blanching the mushrooms, she diced them as well.

She sautéed some green onions and garlic until fragrant, added the mushrooms and shrimp to the pan, and followed with soy sauce, oyster sauce, and a little water for the sauce.

Fu Shiyan took a whiff, "That’s really fragrant."

"Of course, the ingredients here are fresh, and the seasonings have a strong flavor, so it’s naturally fragrant."

He kissed the girl’s hair, "I was talking about you."

An Yan pursed her lips and smiled, "You are so sweet-talking every day; did you steal all the honey?"

Fu Shiyan turned her face toward him and kissed her lightly, "You tell me if it’s sweet."

"It’s not bad." Seeing that the man’s eyes were deepening, An Yan quickly pushed him away, "It’s already so sweet; any sweeter and I’ll get diabetes."

Fu Shiyan laughed and stood by, watching the girl make the spaghetti for her.

Soon, the spaghetti was taken out and plated, with An Yan pouring the sauce over it.

She found a pair of disposable chopsticks and handed them to Fu Shiyan, "Try it."

Fu Shiyan had tasted many delicacies, but none were as good as An Yan’s cooking, everything she made was delicious.

He understood that what he was eating was not just a delicious meal, but a kind of happiness, and he wanted to tightly grasp this happiness.

"It’s delicious, you eat too." Fu Shiyan found another pair of chopsticks for An Yan.

The two of them ate together, only to end up eating from the same noodle.

An Yan looked at Fu Shiyan as he continued to slurp up the noodle, couldn’t help but laugh; she was all too aware of the man’s intentions.

Just as their noses were about to touch, An Yan quickly bit off the noodle, leaving the remaining strand sticking to the man’s handsome chin.

An Yan swallowed the noodle and laughed out loud, "But you do look quite handsome with a ’beard’."

Fu Shiyan flicked his tongue out to hook the noodle into his mouth, chewing carefully, his gaze lingering as if he wasn’t eating the noodle but her.

At that moment, footsteps were heard outside the door.

An Yan tugged Fu Shiyan and quickly crouched down behind the counter, her finger on her lips, "Let’s sneak out when they come in."

Fu Shiyan nodded.

The visitor was the head chef, who had left his home keys in the kitchen.

When he saw the plate of spaghetti on the counter, his first thought was that there had been a break-in, so he quickly started checking around.

However, this cat wasn’t as clever as a mouse and went round in circles but didn’t realize that the two little mice had long since made their escape.

The two of them went back to the guest room and burst into laughter.

An Yan asked, "Are you full?"

"Just missing a bit, shall we go back and make another one?"

An Yan shook her head, "Now, for sure they are looking to settle the score with us, go back? Right!"

She called Bi Chong, asking him to hack into the hotel’s system to erase the video of her and Fu Shiyan in the kitchen.

Suddenly, Fu Shiyan remembered the day he asked Bi Chong to locate An Yan. Bi Chong had mentioned that An Yan’s phone was encrypted and unless she decrypted it herself, no one could break the encryption, not even Hacker S.

He asked, "Yanyan, are you even more skilled than Hacker S?"