Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 124 I Will Choose An Yan

Chapter 124: Chapter 124 I Will Choose An Yan

Shiyan’s gaze also fell on the figure.

He rose, circled the long table, stepped off the platform, and walked through the aisle under everyone’s watchful eyes.

He stopped in front of her, ignoring the astonishment of the crowd, took her hand, and with a pair of peachy eyes carrying a shallow smile, he said, "Why didn’t you sleep a little longer?"

An Yan blinked, staring at the man, "I didn’t want you to face this alone. Why not get the trending search withdrawn?"

"Silly girl," Shiyan removed her cap and face mask, "isn’t it better to take this opportunity to clear things up? Come with me."

Under everyone’s gaze, the two made their way to the stage and sat down.

Shiyan, with a face peerless in its beauty, wore a pleased smile, "Let me introduce to everyone, my girlfriend, An Yan."

An Yan glanced sideways at the man, her beautiful eyes shining with anticipation.

Shiyan held her hand and continued, "Now to answer the question posed by the reporter earlier. If I had to choose between Fu Corporation and An Yan, I’d choose An Yan. I, Shiyan, have never been in want of a Fu Corporation."

The crowd was stunned; the rural girl with no education or background in the rumors had actually won the favor of such a powerful figure.

After all, Fu Corporation was one of the top conglomerates in Hua Country, and Shiyan was willing to give up a mountain of gold for such a woman.

Shiyan, with An Yan in tow, stood up, "I’d like to thank you all for attending this press conference. I’ve answered all your questions, goodbye." Then, the two headed backstage.

The car was parked at the rear door of the conference center, and Han Yang opened the back door for them to get in.

Thanks to the bodyguards who kept order, the car smoothly merged into the traffic.

Han Yang raised the partition.

Shiyan pulled her into his embrace, "What are you thinking about?"

"Feels just like a dream, to go public like this?"

Shiyan chuckled softly, "I’ve wanted to do this for a while now; otherwise, every day it’s like we’re ashamed to see people."

An Yan pouted, "From now on, whatever I do, people will say I got it by clinging to your coattails."

"Which leg are you clinging to? Hm?"

An Yan scolded him, "Can you stop! You’re full of nonsense!"

Shiyan laughed and kissed her little face, "My mistake."

"It was wrong, to begin with."

"Not clinging, but clinging... "

An Yan raised her hand to cover his mouth, "You’re not allowed to talk! Shiyan, you really are... you’re really the silent and seductive type!"

A damp touch followed, and An Yan instantly drew back her hand, "So annoying."

Shiyan laughed, "Annoying in a way you love, a hundred glances and you won’t tire of me."

An Yan used to flirt with him in all sorts of ways, but now to be teased till her legs went weak, she felt both annoyed and angry, always feeling she was a step behind him.

"Accompany me to Linshi? Hmm?"

An Yan muttered softly, "Now wherever I go, I’ll be surrounded by a bunch of people, where can I even go?"

"That’s great, that means you can become my little accessory, tied to me every day."

"Is that your purpose?"

Shiyan raised his eyebrows, "Isn’t that a noble goal? At least I can walk in the sunlight with you openly."

An Yan thought about it, and the sense of happiness was strong; she couldn’t help but purse her lips into a smile.

"Don’t hold back your laughter, laugh louder, there’s no one else here but us."

An Yan playfully hit his chest, "Keep it down, Assistant Han is up front."

"It’s fine, just pretend he’s a hammer."

Han (Hammer) Yang (Tool): I really appreciate it!

The car drove towards Linshi, and during the trip, An Yan made a phone call to Zhou Wenwen.

After finding out An Yan’s identity, the other party became even more respectful.

She told her she could take a few more days off if she needed to and that she would speak to Director Zhou on her behalf.

An Yan rubbed her temples, realizing that she could no longer interact with her colleagues as before.

"Why do you look so unhappy?"

An Yan humphed, "Now that everyone knows I’m your girlfriend, how can I still get along with them as cheerfully as before?"

"That’s good, anyone who wants to bully you will have to think twice about offending your boyfriend," Fu Shiyan laughed.

Suddenly he thought of something, took out his phone, and sent a photo to Fu Chenyu, "This is the last time."

The man who received the photo at that moment had fierce eyes and ground his teeth furiously as he cursed a national treasure.

He threw his phone away and strode to the large bed, looking down at the woman with tangled hair and limbs tied to the bed.

"The younger uncle actually knew it was me, he should die!"

As he spoke, he forcefully pinched her arm hard, adding a new bruise to the already mottled limb.

Her mouth was stuffed with a rag, making muffled sounds, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Why did you have to seduce me in the first place? Otherwise, maybe I would have been with An Yan by now!"

"Now she’s with my younger uncle! She won’t even glance at me!"

"You slut, promiscuous and putting a green hat on me, even carrying someone else’s bastard child!"

"Speak, why don’t you? Oh, I remember now, your mouth is gagged, hahaha!"

Fu Chenyu pulled the rag out from the woman’s mouth.

The woman gasped for air as if she hadn’t breathed normally in a long time, "Chenyu, I beg you to let me go, I’m willing to divorce you, you go chase your happiness, don’t torment me anymore, please."

"No way, those who betray me never end well." Fu Chenyu patted her face, "Yirou, this is all your own doing."

He looked at the woman’s flat stomach, "Soon, there will be a bump here, and then it will grow bigger and bigger, I want to watch with my own eyes as you are torn apart giving birth to the child."

"No, I don’t want to give birth to it, you help me kill it! I don’t want this child!"

Fu Chenyu stuffed the cloth back into her mouth, "It’s not up to you!"

An Yirou watched as the man walked out, shaking the chains on her limbs fiercely, her eyes filled with despair.

Fu Chenyu addressed the servant at the door, "Take good care of her, she has plenty of tricks up her sleeve. If she runs, your family is done for!"

"Yes." The servant walked into the room and approached the bed, reaching out to pinch An Yirou’s thigh, "Don’t blame me, this is Mr. Fu’s order, if I don’t do it, my family would be finished."

An Yirou’s eyes nearly split from pain; she hated Fu Chenyu and hated An Yan even more.

Had it not been for this woman becoming beautiful, Fu Chenyu would not have changed his heart, and she would not have made such a fool of herself, and her wedding would not have been ruined.

If she got out, she would surely kill that wench!

At this moment, An Yan in the car sneezed.

Fu Shiyan frowned, "What’s wrong, caught a cold?"

"Maybe someone is missing me."

"The person missing you is right here, who else could there be?"

"Smooth talker," An Yan muttered.

Fu Shiyan laughed, "Looks like you have quite the experience."

An Yan glared at him.

Fu Shiyan leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "There’s an ocean-themed hotel here, we can try it out tonight."