Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 140: Fried Paste

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Fried Paste

Si Heng felt that even holding a scalpel had never been so heavy, a mere blood collection needle had caused him to break out in sweat all over.

After the blood collection, he watched as Fu Shiyan pressed down on the needle site, his brows so furrowed they seemed they could pinch dead two tiny cockroaches.

His lips twitched as he took the blood collection tube and left the room, personally delivering it to the laboratory.

After greeting the lab staff, he stayed there waiting for the results.

In the examination room, Fu Shiyan pressed hard on the needle site, afraid of further bleeding.

An Yan found it amusing, "Even if you don’t press it, the needle site would clot by itself. You can let go now, it’s fine."

Fu Shiyan watched as the site stopped bleeding before tossing the cotton swab into the biomedical waste bin.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn’t."

"You should say it hurts."

An Yan, puzzled, asked, "Why?"

Fu Shiyan smiled as he cupped her face and gently kissed her lips, "Because I could relieve your pain."

He smiled, his tongue edging past her teeth, boldly invading her mouth to steal her sweetness.

An Yan tilted her face up to meet his, the man’s long lashes thick and dense, enough to make any woman envious.

She slowly closed her eyes, responding to him.

Her man, her husband.

A cough sounded inopportunely, and An Yan quickly pushed Fu Shiyan away, her face turning scarlet as she clutched his shirt.

Si Heng came over and handed up the lab report.

Fu Shiyan looked at the test results and slightly furrowed his brow, "You personally witnessed it?"

"Yeah, I was even asked by people all sorts of questions about whether or not I was going to be a dad," said Si Heng, pouring himself a cup of tea, "But after seeing the results, they were all disappointed."

Fu Shiyan saw that the HCG levels had not doubled, meaning An Yan was not pregnant.

A flash of disappointment passed through his eyes.

An Yan stood up and took the lab report, three words: false joy.

Si Heng explained, "A double line on a pregnancy test does not necessarily mean pregnancy; there is a 5%-10% chance of a phantom pregnancy. Factors causing phantom pregnancies are numerous, including severe mental stress and hormonal imbalances."

He patted Fu Shiyan on the shoulder, "It’s okay, Shiyan, although you are eight years older than An Yan, you are still young. Besides, you haven’t registered your marriage yet, there’s no rush."

Fu Shiyan immediately darkened his expression, unwilling to deal with him, and took An Yan by the hand and left.

Getting into the car, Fu Shiyan leaned in to fasten An Yan’s seatbelt.

An Yan placed her hands on his shoulders, "Very disappointed?"

"Honestly, a bit," Fu Shiyan gazed at her, "Because in my mind, with you being pregnant, I was really looking forward to the idea of becoming a father."

"I’m sorry."

"Silly girl, what are you apologizing for, it’s my fault; you had already mentioned that it might just be a mistake." Fu Shiyan smiled at her, "It’s okay, we’ll just keep trying every day."

"Every day?" An Yan widened her eyes.

Fu Shiyan laughed at her startled expression, "I will massage your back."

An Yan punched him lightly twice.

Fu Shiyan settled in, fastened his seatbelt, and started the car, "Let’s first go back to the old house to inform them, and then get on with preparing the wedding."

An Yan hadn’t expected to reach this outcome with Fu Shiyan so soon, it felt like a dream.

Just then, her phone vibrated.

She picked it up and saw it was Bi Chong, answering.

"Boss, is it convenient to talk?"

An Yan hummed an affirmation.

"Michael has appeared in Country K."

An Yan’s hand gripping the phone suddenly tightened.

"I’m planning to head over..."

An Yan’s voice became stern, "No."

She glanced at Fu Shiyan, who was looking her way, and cleared her throat, "I’ve already told you not to cross-dress anymore, don’t you understand? And you even dare to set up a hoax? Bi Chong, if you keep this up, I’ll tell Grandpa."

Bi Chong understood that An Yan had people around her, making it difficult for her to speak freely, but he also got her message, which was a clear no.

He sheepishly acknowledged and then hung up the phone.

His hatred was not just for Michael, but even more so for the Dark Night Organization, because it slaughtered his elder brother, Bi Zhan.

The Dark Night Organization trafficked women and children, dealt in slaves and human organs, and committed all manner of evil deeds.

The Flying Eagle Organization was the sworn enemy of the Dark Night Organization, representing the forces of light, and Bi Zhan was its next designated leader.

Naturally, Bi Zhan became a thorn in the side of the Dark Night Organization.

In an assassination attempt, Bi Zhan was besieged from all sides by the Dark Night Organization, his body riddled with bullets and hung high on the walls of a small town in New Delhi State, S Country.

The Dark Night Organization leaked information that Bi Zhan was still alive, luring the top Bounty Hunter of the Flying Eagle Organization, Mo, to attempt a rescue.

Upon receiving the message, another Bounty Hunter also headed there.

In the end, when Mo was surrounded, it was Shiyan who saved her.

This Mo was An Yan, and the night was Fu Shiyan.

For the past two years, An Yan had been hunting down the Dark Night Organization around the world, and now only Michael was left.

Michael was an extreme lunatic who could do anything, not sparing even newborn babies.

If he leveraged other organizations to gain momentum, it would be easy for him to cultivate another new Dark Night Organization.

Bi Chong felt a headache coming on, he wanted to go, but An Yan forbade him.

He knew his own abilities and also worried about falling into Michael’s hands and becoming An Yan’s weak point.

He wasn’t afraid of dying, but he feared dragging An Yan down.

Watching the phone screen go dark, he tossed the phone onto the sofa.

In the car.

Fu Shiyan glanced at An Yan, "Bi Chong is not listening again?"

An Yan nodded.

The car quickly drove through the ornate gate and stopped in front of the mansion.

An Yan grabbed Fu Shiyan’s hand, "Ayan, let’s not tell our family about our registration just yet."

"What’s wrong?"

"Once we tell them, they’ll start planning the wedding and start rushing us to have a baby," An Yan pursed her lips, "Right now, there are still some issues we haven’t resolved. Like my parents’ doubts, I hope they can be there at our wedding."

Fu Shiyan looked at the girl’s petite face, and his intuition told him that her reluctance to announce their registry was due to other reasons as well.

He smiled, "Alright, as you wish."

Together, they got out of the car and walked hand in hand into the mansion.

Fu Haichuan and Zhou Yi saw them coming in and were all smiles.

Fu Haichuan waved, "I just had your aunt call you, didn’t expect you’d be back so soon."

Fu Shiyan, holding An Yan, sat down on the sofa across from them, "What? Since you heard Elder Gu left shares for Yanyan, you see her differently?"

Fu Haichuan widened his eyes, "I was well behaved even before that! Why are you slandering me? Am I that kind of person?"

Zhou Yi snorted, "Indeed, you really are that kind of person."

Fu Haichuan: "..."

Zhou Yi felt particularly satisfied seeing her old partner being put in his place.

She got up, walked over to An Yan, and took her hand, "Come, let me show you around."

Zhou Yi led An Yan upstairs into the bedroom, where she took out a mahogany box.

"I’ve never seen Shiyan show affection for any girl before, you are the first," she said as she opened the box, revealing a high-quality jade bracelet inside, "This was prepared for my third daughter-in-law, but today I’ll give it to you."