Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 131 Transformation into Jealous Fu

Chapter 131: Chapter 131 Transformation into Jealous Fu

"Are you being Jealous Fu again?" An Yan asked with a smile, cocking her head.

Fu Shiyan suddenly leaned closer, looking at the girl as she batted her clear, doe-like eyes, "I’m not jealous, I’m just worried he still harbors ill intentions towards you."

"It’s been several days, Young Master Bai should have come to his senses by now. You’re friends after all; it’s better to clear the air when you have the time."

Looking at her slightly moving lips, Fu Shiyan gently kissed her, then fastened her seatbelt, "You’re right, let’s get together tomorrow night if you’re free."

Fu Shiyan started the car and turned towards the carved gates.

"Do you think the old baby has figured it out yet?" An Yan asked with a laugh.

"Hmm," Fu Shiyan responded, "If he doesn’t figure it out, he’ll be kicked out."

An Yan remembered Fu Haichuan’s injured expression and couldn’t help but laugh, "It’s quite funny actually."

The next afternoon, at the Fu Family’s old mansion.

Fu Haichuan always felt his tie wasn’t done right; with furrowed brows, he looked at Zhou Yi, "Can’t you be a bit more patient with me?"

Zhou Yi glared at him and retied it, "You’re the type who takes an inch when given an inch, radiant with a bit of sunshine."

She yanked hard, and the tie was tied exceptionally tight, making Fu Haichuan cough violently.

"You, you, you, planning to murder your own husband!"

Zhou Yi huffed, "If you bully An Yan again, I’ll let you die on the spot!"

Fu Shiyan and An Yan walked in to witness this scene.

An Yan tried to hold back her laughter seeing Fu Haichuan being scolded.

Although this old man was commanding in the business world, at home, neither his wife nor his son would let him have his way.

Fu Haichuan lowered his voice, "Can you give me some respect in front of the child?"

"Huh? What did you say?" Zhou Yi pretended not to hear clearly.

Fu Haichuan’s mouth twitched, and he repeated himself.

Zhou Yi responded, "Your respect is like a shoe insole; why should I give it to you!"

Fu Haichuan: "..."

He chuckled awkwardly, then said to Fu Shiyan, "Let’s set off." With that, he strutted out, leaning on his cane.

Zhou Yi followed, counting steps aloud, "One, two, one; two, one, two."

Fu Haichuan was so annoyed he messed up his steps and nearly stumbled before reaching the door.

The few people present couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Fu Haichuan stopped and turned to ask, "Isn’t Jinqiao joining us today?"

Zhou Yi mercilessly burst his bubble, "Didn’t she say goodbye to you when she left? She’s gone to work as an assistant. Stop trying to ease the awkwardness here."

Fu Haichuan: "..."

The Appraisal Fair was held at the Zhongxing Teahouse. Along the way, Zhou Yi kept berating Fu Haichuan, not giving him a shred of dignity.

Fu Haichuan finally stated that he would never stand in the way of Fu Shiyan and An Yan’s relationship, and only then did Zhou Yi let up.

Luxury cars were gathered outside the Zhongxing Teahouse, and the presence of the four members of the Fu Family drew everyone’s attention.

Fu Haichuan, in a dark suit, looked dignified and imposing with one hand on his cane and the other arm gracefully linked with the elegant Zhou Yi; even in his seventies, he still looked stylish and handsome.

Fu Shiyan, aloof and noble, walked in with An Yan in a black mermaid dress.

The simple yet sophisticated design perfectly highlighted the girl’s graceful curves, regal and elegant without diminishing her allure, making the surrounding ladies pale in comparison.

After they entered the teahouse, some faces immediately changed.

"Their simultaneous appearance, does that mean the Fu Family acknowledges her as their daughter-in-law?"

"Probably the old man couldn’t stand up to his son, had no choice but to give in."

"But President Fu’s taste really isn’t that good. What else is exceptional about this woman other than her looks?"

"Exactly, just a country bumpkin with no broader perspective; even owning An Corporation doesn’t make her fit to be seen."

"Just a fad really; he’ll get bored when he realizes there’s nothing substantial about her."

...

Fu Shiyan looked back at those whispering people and dialed Han Yang, who was waiting incognito.

"Cancel all collaborations with any company that gossips about Fu Corporation."

"Yes."

An Yan tugged at the man’s sleeve, "It’s not necessary."

Fu Shiyan looked at her seriously and said, "The person I cherish most, why should I let a bunch of trash insult her?"

As these words fell, many of the onlookers who were looking forward to gossip instantly shut their mouths.

The four of them took their seats at a round table at the very front of the teahouse, the closest position to the auction stage, in the VIP area.

Soon, the teahouse was filled with people, and the tea master served everyone West Lake Longjing tea.

Fu Shiyan tasted it and frowned, "The brewing technique is poor, ruining a good pot of tea."

"It seems the tea master’s brewing did not meet President Fu’s expectations!" Boss Long from the teahouse approached them.

Accompanying him was a woman in a satin cheongsam, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, looking intellectual and elegant.

Boss Long extended his hand, and Fu Shiyan stood up, giving him some courtesy by returning the handshake.

"My daughter has been studying the art of tea for over ten years now, perhaps she could brew some for you again?"

Fu Shiyan spoke indifferently, "No need, thank you, Boss Long."

The woman also politely extended her hand, "Hello President Fu, I am Long Zhenzhen."

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly, "I’m sorry."

Long Zhenzhen turned to look at An Yan and quietly withdrew her hand.

Seeing this, Boss Long felt frustrated, how could his precious daughter be treated with such disregard.

He laughed and asked, "I wonder if this young lady knows how to brew tea?"

Fu Haichuan immediately frowned; everyone knew that An Yan had grown up in the countryside, so how could she possibly know the art of tea?

This was clearly just provocation, he was about to say something.

But then he heard An Yan say, "A little."

Fu Haichuan almost choked.

Couldn’t she stop bragging?

Zhou Yi glared at him and said quietly, "Trust An Yan, Shiyan hasn’t said anything, what are you worried about?"

Boss Long scoffed internally, he knew that President Fu’s girlfriend was a country bumpkin; although her dress could mask her impoverished appearance, lacking substance, she was just an empty shell, and today he wanted to make Fu Shiyan lose face by underestimating his daughter.

He laughed and said, "I wonder if today I could have the honor of tasting Miss An Yan’s tea skills?"

An Yan smiled, "Of course. I think Miss Long’s tea skills are also remarkable, maybe Miss Long could join us later."

Long Zhenzhen did not expect An Yan to publicly challenge her like this, but she didn’t take An Yan seriously and agreed immediately.

Boss Long had someone bring over two tea tables.

An Yan and Long Zhenzhen each sat at a table.

Fu Haichuan asked Fu Shiyan, "Has An Yan brewed tea for you?"

"No."

"Has she ever mentioned that she knows how to brew tea?"

"No."

Seeing Fu Haichuan’s twitching mouth, Fu Shiyan laughed softly, "I trust her."

Meanwhile, An Yan smiled brilliantly at Fu Shiyan.

She sat there gracefully, each step of the process meticulously crafted, her movements skilled.

Fu Haichuan’s eyebrows relaxed from a frown, and he couldn’t help but look at her with admiration.

Zhou Yi filmed with her phone, "Our An Yan really looks so beautiful."

Everyone: "..."

It seems like the whole Fu family has filters on.

In a short while, the tea was ready.

Since the tea was limited, it was only served to the guests in the VIP area.

After tasting Long Zhenzhen’s tea, they were full of praise.

But upon tasting the tea brewed by An Yan, everyone paused momentarily.