Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 122: Selling Your Soul for a Little Benefit

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Selling Your Soul for a Little Benefit

Bai Qinghan clenched the bouquet in his hands, struggling to curl his lips into a smile, "Bro, can we not joke around?"

Fu Shiyan looked at him calmly, "I’m not joking, we’ve been together for a while now."

Bai Qinghan’s lips tightened, then he asked, "Since when?"

"It was decided on Lemei Island."

Bai Qinghan’s eyes reddened, "Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

"For many reasons we couldn’t go public, and I told you before that she wasn’t suitable for you."

Bai Qinghan remembered the first time he saw An Yan at Honor, the way Fu Shiyan looked at her was off, they were playing a game and about to kiss, yet Fu Shiyan still sabotaged it.

"So, you had your eye on An Yan back at Honor?"

Fu Shiyan admitted, "Even earlier than that."

Bai Qinghan cursed softly, "Damn it, why didn’t you tell me earlier? That time when I came to your office and talked about chasing An Yan like an idiot, you were laughing at me, weren’t you!"

"I never thought that way."

"Fuck! But you did it anyway!" Bai Qinghan ground his teeth, furious enough to have a headache.

"We originally planned to find an opportunity to tell everyone in the next few days, but I didn’t expect you to make a move tonight," Fu Shiyan said, looking into his angry eyes.

Bai Qinghan turned to Si Heng and Lu Minglan, "You guys knew this all along, didn’t you? I treated you like brothers, and I was the only idiot!"

Shang Wenhang’s mouth twitched slightly, "I swear, I just found out about it too."

Lu Minglan clicked his tongue, "I was just guessing."

Si Heng shrugged, "Sorry."

Bai Qinghan, furious, threw the flowers on the ground, "Damn it, I was the only fool." Saying this, he stormed off with big strides.

Shang Wenhang hurried after him, "I’ll go check on him!"

Lu Minglan clicked his tongue again, "Didn’t expect you two were really together, old cow eating young grass, fits your style, secretive."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

Lu Minglan patted Si Heng on the shoulder, "Was it hard keeping the secret?"

"It’s hard to explain," Si Heng recalled how every time these people got angry, Fu Shiyan would call him to talk about his wife, which was unbearable.

"You guys should go check on Bai as well," Fu Shiyan said, then left with An Yan.

Once in the elevator, An Yan was cornered by Fu Shiyan.

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

An Yan blinked her innocent eyes, "Weren’t you in Linshi discussing a project? I thought I could handle it myself and didn’t want to bother you."

"Anything concerning you is not a bother."

An Yan whispered, "I’m sorry."

"Don’t say sorry. I don’t want to not be by your side when you face problems."

"I’ll pay more attention in the future."

Seeing the man still stern, An Yan took the initiative, wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned down, and pressed her crimson lips against his.

At that moment, the tension in Fu Shiyan’s heart also dissipated, his arms encircled the girl’s slender waist and lifted her up, returning the deep kiss.

It wasn’t until the elevator stopped and the doors opened with a ding.

Fu Shiyan then released her, turned around, and walked out with her.

At the restaurant entrance, Han Yang stood by the car smoking. Seeing them, he quickly stubbed out the cigarette in the trash can and opened the car’s back door.

An Yan got in first, then Fu Shiyan also bent down and got in, sitting closely next to her.

After Han Yang got into the car, he started it, raised the partition, and headed straight for Bishui Bay.

Fu Shiyan lifted her onto his lap, his large hand caressing her slender fingers, "Were you moved just now?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Mm."

"Seeing those beautiful fireworks and watching several drones perform was indeed quite stunning," An Yan observed any slight expression on the man’s face, already trending towards displeasure.

She smiled, "But no matter how stunning the display, to me, it’s not as significant as a single ’I miss you’ from Ayan."

Fu Shiyan was pleased by the girl’s words.

He smirked, "Why are you so sweet?"

"You came back from Linshi without a break, so I just really wanted to speak my heart, even though it’s a bit cheesy," An Yan leaned into the man’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body and breath, and felt especially secure.

"How was work today?" Fu Shiyan’s chin rested on her forehead as he asked softly.

"Director Gao arranged for me to assist Zhou Wenwen, who is quite nice, let me adapt to the environment first, and didn’t arrange much for today." An Yan looked up and asked, "How about you, did the discussion go well?"

"Quite smoothly, we’ll review the draft contract tomorrow morning and discuss a bit more, should be able to sign by noon."

"Then you’d have to get up early again tomorrow?" An Yan pursed her lips, "Let’s go to bed early tonight."

Fu Shiyan burst out laughing, "Are you hinting at something?"

"I’m just reminding you not to do things that hurt others and don’t benefit yourself."

"Hurt others and not benefit myself? I think it’s rather mutually beneficial."

An Yan looked at the man’s deep eyes, punched him lightly, "Not tonight, it can’t be every day..."

"It would be better if a day had forty-eight hours."

An Yan: "..."

Back at Bishui Bay, An Yan headed into the kitchen, was just about to put on an apron when Fu Shiyan took it and tied it around himself.

"I’ll make chicken shredded porridge for you, you guide me."

An Yan raised her eyebrow, "Even if you try to please me, it’s no use, I’m definitely not changing my mind."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "Who am I, to sell my soul for a little benefit?"

An Yan pouted, "That’s debatable."

She took out a piece of chicken breast and some green onions and ginger from the fridge.

Under An Yan’s guidance, Fu Shiyan quickly got the hang of it and cooked a pot of chicken shredded porridge in less than half an hour.

Fu Shiyan picked up a bowl, "I’ll carry the other bowl, wait for me, don’t do it yourself."

An Yan didn’t listen to him, directly picked up the bowl and followed him, placed it on the dining table, and quickly grabbed her ears with both hands, "It’s quite hot."

Fu Shiyan quickly checked her hands and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing there was nothing serious.

He took her hands and pinched his own ears, "Next time it’s hot, just use my ears."

"Your ears are too precious, I dare not use them."

"I like you to use me."

An Yan felt that ever since they got together, Fu Shiyan had developed new skills in his life, filled with cheeky remarks.

After finishing the porridge, Fu Shiyan looked at the roses in the vase, which seemed a bit bothersome.

"Let’s make fresh flower cakes with these roses, it’d be a waste to let them wilt," he suggested.

An Yan didn’t catch his drift, she pondered, "That sounds good, once they’re made, I’ll give them to Auntie Mu."

She spent the time until one in the morning making fresh flower cakes.

Fu Shiyan rested his chin on his hands, his eyes wide as he watched the untiring woman patiently bake the fresh flower cakes.

Tonight, he indeed did something detrimental to others and not beneficial to himself, only, it wasn’t as he had imagined.

Around three in the morning, a piece of news hit the trending search.

"Fu Shiyan implicated with his nephew’s former fiancée!"