Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 125 Anan Quietly Falls in Love

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 Anan Quietly Falls in Love

After signing the contract, Fu Shiyan returned to the hotel to find An Yan.

Looking at the white branded printed couple’s set in the man’s hand, An Yan raised an eyebrow, "What’s this about?"

Fu Shiyan walked up with a smile, encircling her slender waist and caressing it nonstop, "On my way back to the hotel, I saw many couples dressed like this, so I wanted to give it a try."

An Yan looked at the logo on the clothes, hardly holding back her tongue, "Couple outfits already attract attention, and to choose such a brand, it’s a bit too showy. We’ll be recognized."

"We’ve already gone public anyway, what’s there to fear?"

An Yan thought about it, she couldn’t possibly let Fu Shiyan wear those twenty or thirty yuan couple outfits from the street.

She nodded in agreement, "Alright, but let’s still keep it low-key, with hats and masks on. I don’t want too much attention, I just want to have a quiet romance."

Fu Shiyan agreed reluctantly, "Get changed, I’ll take you out for a stroll."

Both of them changed and left the hotel.

Fu Shiyan under the pretense of giving Han Yang a day off to rest properly was actually just loathing this enormous third wheel.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and intertwined his fingers with An Yan’s with the other.

The bright sunshine fell on An Yan’s smiling face as she turned to look at the man, "Where are we going?"

Fu Shiyan sold the mystery, "You’ll know when we get there."

Half an hour later, the car stopped at Taigu Port.

Fu Shiyan held An Yan’s hand, strolling down the palm-lined pathways of Taigu River.

Since it wasn’t a public holiday, there weren’t many people around, just a few internet celebrities checking in at the spot.

Fu Shiyan pointed to a scenic place, "Go over there, I’ll take some photos of you."

An Yan happily ran over, striking a pose.

Fu Shiyan gestured at her face, and An Yan quickly took off her mask, revealing a row of pearly white teeth.

After taking a couple of photos, he nodded with satisfaction.

An Yan ran back excitedly, looking at the photos on the phone, her smile twitched, "Just half of my body? Why give the sky so much camera time?"

"I think it’s pretty good."

"Take a couple vertically," she said.

Fu Shiyan nodded, "This time I’ll make sure to take good ones."

Watching An Yan get in position and pose, he stepped back a few steps and crouched down, pressing the shutter twice.

When An Yan ran back to check, her smile froze, "This angle won’t work, you even captured my nostrils."

Fu Shiyan declared confidently, "Give me another chance, I’ll bring out your most beautiful side."

An Yan narrowed her eyes, "I’ll believe in you one more time."

Before taking photos, An Yan gave plenty of guidance.

Seeing the man gesture an OK sign with confidence, she dashed over to him.

As she saw the photo, she finally understood what Fu Shiyan’s weakness was.

She knit her brows, "Don’t you focus with your eyes?"

Fu Shiyan was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"Did you turn me into a miniature in the photo? You seem to have ruined my perfect image."

Fu Shiyan took a deep breath, "I was wrong, give me one last chance."

An Yan pursed her lips, "Can I still trust you?"

"Yes!"

"Okay then."

Fu Shiyan took photos from every angle, and An Yan felt her face was about to stiffen from smiling.

Only after he finally said it was okay did she run over to check.

Eventually, from more than a dozen photos, she chose one.

"I’ll practice more in the future," Fu Shiyan said with his arm around the girl’s shoulders, smiling to please her.

An Yan rolled her eyes skyward, "You don’t have that much time to take photos of me."

"There’s plenty of time at night," he replied.

"Fu Shiyan, you really are such a dog!"

Fu Shiyan burst into laughter as he watched the girl stretch out her pink fist to punch him, and he ran ahead.

The two chased each other until Fu Shiyan suddenly turned around and An Yan stumbled into his embrace.

She lifted her eyes to look up, seeing the man’s face gradually enlarge in the dark pupils of her eyes.

Their noses touched, and Fu Shiyan slightly turned his face aside to suck on her lips.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was just right, An Yan passionately responded to the man’s kiss.

It was only when both were out of breath that they reluctantly parted.

An Yan lay against the man’s chest, realizing that people were watching them. Embarrassed, she turned her face away, gripping his clothes tightly with both hands.

She whispered, "It’s over, we’re being watched."

"What’s there to be afraid of? This is pretty normal," Fu Shiyan laughed.

A little boy nearby asked, "Mommy, is that uncle bullying the young lady? Should we call the police?"

The woman, leading the little boy by the hand, walked forward, "They’re in love. Don’t talk nonsense."

The boy made a sound of acknowledgment, "But one is an uncle and the other a sister. How can they be in love?"

The woman chuckled, "The uncle-loli pair is popular now. You’ll understand when you grow up."

Fu Shiyan: "...Am I really that old?"

An Yan laughed out loud, "What do you think?"

Fu Shiyan seemed to console himself, "As long as the old blade is still sharp, that’s what counts."

An Yan: "..."

They put on their masks and walked hand in hand, taking lots of photos along the way.

"There’s an open-air restaurant over there. Their steaks and pasta dishes are good. Shall we give it a try?" Fu Shiyan asked.

An Yan blinked, "Ayan, did you prepare a strategy for this trip?"

Fu Shiyan smiled lightly, "Of course, I have to do my homework when I take you out – knowing where to find the good food and fun, making you happy is what matters most."

An Yan felt a warmth in her heart, hugged his arm, and walked forward. To the onlookers, the two appeared as siamese twins.

It was lunchtime and the open-air restaurant was quite busy.

Fu Shiyan and An Yan sat at an outdoor round table on the very outside, ordering several signature dishes.

At this moment, two girls in their early twenties timidly approached.

"Could we share a table with you?"

Fu Shiyan declined outright, "No, you may not."

The girls moved closer to Fu Shiyan, "Big brother..."

Fu Shiyan completely lost his patience, "Even if you call me uncle, it won’t help. Go away."

The girls huffed away with the parting shot that he truly lacked manners.

An Yan clucked her tongue, "You really have no sympathy, they even called you big brother."

"No one else’s ’big brother’ will work except for you." Fu Shiyan’s lustrous gaze flickered, "We could try it tonight."

An Yan: "..."

Soon enough, steak and pasta were placed before them.

Fu Shiyan skillfully and quickly cut the steak with knife and fork, placing it before An Yan, "Eat up. Big brother is at your service."

"Still big brother?" As An Yan ate, she admired the man’s peerless attractiveness, saying something contrary to what she believed, "You’re just a middle-aged greasy uncle!"

Fu Shiyan was the kind of man with impeccably delicate features, perhaps due to his long-standing high position, which gave him a mature and stable aura.

He replied with a smile, "It seems you really do like this greasy uncle style, your eyes are practically glued to my face."

An Yan forked a piece of beef towards the man’s mouth, "Eat up, it’ll shut you up."

Fu Shiyan’s laugh held a deep meaning, "Alright, you block my mouth, I’ll block yours."

Noticing someone taking photos, they quickly finished their lunch and left.

In the heat of late July, An Yan noticed an ice cream truck.

She pointed to it, "I want that one."