Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 118 Waiting for Your Man to Pick the Flower for You

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 Waiting for Your Man to Pick the Flower for You

An Yan looked at the man’s unruly appearance and nodded.

"Little sister, thank you so much." Mu Shaoze and Fu Shiyan were about as tall as each other. He patted An Yan’s hair, "Without your help, my mom wouldn’t have woken up."

"An Yan is nice to everyone; you don’t need to be too moved," Fu Shiyan said coldly.

Mu Shaoze made a sound of acknowledgment, "President Fu saying it like that can easily obscure An Yan’s kindness, and others won’t appreciate it."

Fu Shiyan’s eyes were frosty. Had it not been for An Yan’s invitation today, he would have turned around and left.

Mu Shaoze was elusive, often nowhere to be found. If not for Mrs. Mu’s incident, they probably wouldn’t meet very often in their lives.

Forget it, endure it, maybe they would only meet this once in their lives.

Fu Shiyan looked at An Yan, "Let’s go inside."

Mu Shaoze politely took the gift box, made a gesture of invitation, and the three of them entered the villa.

In the living room, the Mu family members were sitting around the couch, and the woman in the middle, though frail, could not hide her exceptional beauty and charm—she was Mrs. Mu, Xu Wanqing.

Upon hearing footsteps, everyone’s gaze turned toward the door.

Mu Qianfan quickly got up and walked over, "An Yan, President Fu, you’ve arrived."

An Yan smiled and nodded, "Brother Mu."

She looked at Fu Shiyan and blinked; the man’s expression then eased slightly, and he nodded.

Xu Wanqing smiled kindly and beckoned, "Young lady, come here."

An Yan walked over, and Xu Wanqing took her hand, "Sit next to me."

An Yan hummed softly, instinctively taking the woman’s pulse, "Auntie, you seem to have recovered well, but you should rest more. I thought you would stay in the hospital a bit longer."

Mu Qianfan explained, "We have all the necessary medical facilities at home; it’s no worse than the hospital environment."

Xu Wanqing laughed, "I really had enough of the hospital. After waking up and checking that all indicators were up to standard, I had them bring me home."

An Yan nodded, understanding her feelings.

"Qianfan told me that you helped arrange for Divine Doctor Y to perform the surgery on me. Auntie, I really thank you."

"I actually feel quite ashamed. If I had known Brother Mu earlier, I could have asked Y to operate on you sooner."

"Don’t say that. The fact that I could wake up is already divine mercy," Xu Wanqing carefully observed An Yan’s eyes, "Qianfan said our eyes are very similar, and now I see it is indeed true. Did you grow up in Jiangcheng since you were a child?"

Mu Qianfan interrupted her, "Mom, An Yan is the daughter of the An family."

A look of melancholy appeared in Xu Wanqing’s eyes, "I was just asking."

She looked at Fu Shiyan, "Is this Shiyan?"

Fu Shiyan nodded lightly, "Auntie, it’s me."

"Are you two together?"

Fu Shiyan really wanted to acknowledge it, but out of consideration for An Yan, he chuckled, "I came here with An Yan."

"President Fu is my lifesaver, so today I also invited him," Mu Qianfan saw Xu Wanqing was curious, "Later, I’ll tell you about this thrilling memory."

Fu Shiyan shot him a warning glance, and Mu Qianfan’s lips curved slightly.

Xu Wanqing pressed her temples, and seeing that she seemed tired, An Yan said, "Brother Mu, you should take Auntie to rest."

Mu Qianfan nodded, lifted Xu Wanqing into the wheelchair, and pushed her into the elevator to the second floor.

"Qianfan, An Yan’s and my eyes really do look so alike. Do you think she could be?"

Mu Qianfan sighed, "Mom, I know you want to find your sister, but An Yan has her own biological parents; how could she be your sister? You are still recovering; don’t think about anything, neither your sister nor the incident from two years ago."

Xu Wanqing lowered her head and said softly, "Alright."

Mu Shaoze told An Yan and Fu Shiyan, "My dad and my older brother are still in a meeting and can’t make it back. Let me take you for a stroll around the estate."

He walked ahead, and An Yan followed Fu Shiyan closely behind.

The three of them crossed a huge rose garden.

Mu Shaoze walked backward with his hands in his pockets. "My mom likes roses of various colors, so my dad planted a massive sea of roses to surprise her on her birthday. Unexpectedly, during the birthday party on the cruise, my mom had an accident and was in a coma for two years."

Fu Shiyan asked, "I heard it was an accident."

Mu Shaoze scoffed softly, "An accident? I don’t think so. The railings were high; she wouldn’t have fallen into the water by herself."

"So the perpetrator has not been found to this day?"

Mu Shaoze glanced at Fu Shiyan, his tongue flicking across his molars, "There are blind spots in the cruise surveillance, and there were too many people coming and going, so no one was found."

An Yan blinked, "Didn’t Aunt regain this memory after she woke up?"

Mu Shaoze nodded, "She doesn’t remember this part."

An Yan thought about it. Typically, people who suffer from severe brain injuries experience memory loss to some extent. Mrs. Mu is normal, but only Fu Shiyan forgetting her seemed rather strange.

It was either a self-protection mode of the brain, or there was some trickery involved.

As she walked, she suddenly bumped into a wall of people.

"What were you thinking about?"

An Yan looked up at Fu Shiyan, and then instinctively searched for Mu Shaoze.

"He went to pick roses."

Fu Shiyan asked, "What were you staring off into space for?"

An Yan asked, "Every time you go to Gu Han for hypnosis, is there no one else present?"

"Just myself, what about it?"

An Yan shook her head, "Nothing, I was just asking, worried about you being forcefully kissed by Gu Han."

Fu Shiyan: "...There’s surveillance, what are you thinking about?"

"Does that surveillance have sound?"

"To protect the privacy of the patients, it only has images, no sound."

An Yan murmured softly, "Then you shouldn’t go for hypnosis anymore."

"Are you afraid I’ll think about that woman?" After glancing toward Mu Shaoze, Fu Shiyan lowered his head and kissed the girl’s lips lightly, "Have faith in yourself and me, understand?"

An Yan was suspicious of Gu Han’s intentions, but Fu Shiyan misunderstood her.

However, she still cooperated, her lips curving slightly, "I understand."

Amidst the sea of roses, Mu Shaoze clicked his tongue as he looked at a photo on his phone.

This sleazy guy is eight years older than the young lady, how could he dare lay a hand on her?

Of course, he didn’t mean to take the photo.

Initially, he was taking a selfie with a large bunch of roses, but didn’t expect the two people behind him to get caught in the frame.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and waved at the couple, "Do you want to pick some flowers?"

Fu Shiyan took off his suit jacket and handed it to An Yan, "Wait for your man to pick flowers for you."

He walked forward, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves, revealing strong arms as he entered the sea of flowers.

Soon, he had picked a large bunch and used gardening shears to scrape off the thorns from the stems.

Mu Shaoze teased, "President Fu, who are you preparing to give these to?"

Fu Shiyan smiled, "Not giving them to anyone, I’ll take them back to make fresh flower cake."

Mu Shaoze’s mouth twitched.