Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 145: Well, I’m screwed tonight

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Well, I’m screwed tonight

Gu Han’s eyes were filled with warmth, and she offered a gentle smile, "Shiyan, you’ve arrived."

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly, his face utterly devoid of a smile.

The partnering firm’s President Qiu left his seat and lumbered forward, "President Fu, please come this way."

President Qiu guided him to an empty seat next to him, which was beside Gu Han.

After sitting down, President Qiu said, "My little girl recently went through a kidnapping, so she’s been left with some psychological trauma. I heard that Doctor Gu has returned to the country, so I especially invited her over. I didn’t expect you two to know each other."

Gu Han smiled sweetly, "Shiyan and I were university alumni."

Alumni?

That means they’re quite close.

President Qiu laughed, "That’s great, that’s great. When everyone is familiar with each other, it alleviates any awkwardness."

President Qiu and Fu Shiyan discussed the project, briefly touching on budget, prospects, and profit issues. Both were very satisfied.

At the table, Gu Han was the only female, and her eyes were constantly fixed on Fu Shiyan. It was something everyone clearly understood.

President Qiu made a phone call, and before long, someone knocked on the private room’s door.

Six scantily-clad women entered, their gazes unavoidably landing on Fu Shiyan. Upon seeing that there was a woman by his side, they had no choice but to avert their eyes quietly.

President Qiu gave a signal, and his assistant vacated a seat; one of the women, swaying her hips, came over and sat next to him, calling out in a coquettish voice.

President Qiu’s greasy hand immediately started to grope the woman around her waist.

The remaining five women also found chairs and took seats next to the other company executives, wrapping around them like seductive serpents.

The atmosphere in the entire private room instantly became ambiguous.

Fu Shiyan glanced over. Such drinking parties were not unusual for him. He only drank half a glass of red wine because he didn’t want to go back reeking of alcohol and upset his little one.

Gu Han raised her glass, "Shiyan, I truly didn’t expect to bump into you here. Cheers."

Fu Shiyan lifted his glass and merely sipped a bit before setting it down on the table.

After Gu Han drained her glass of red wine, she saw that Fu Shiyan’s glass still had so much left, and her heart was filled with bitterness.

That day at the resort, she hypnotized the Horse Trainer to jab the horses with a fine needle, startling them.

When the horses burst out of the enclosure and charged toward An Yan, she felt her blood boiling.

She wished she could instantly see An Yan trampled to death under the horses’ hooves, reduced to a pulp of flesh.

However, she hadn’t anticipated that Fu Shiyan and the fourth young master of the Mu Family would recklessly rush into the herd to save someone.

Seeing An Yan unharmed, her throat was filled with the taste of blood.

She had been very secretive about what she did, so after an investigation, the Mu Family simply chalked it up to an accidental incident.

She didn’t know who had called her, but the person made her even more aware of her possessive desire for Fu Shiyan, intensifying her longing to win his heart.

She received another call that afternoon, informing her that An Yan and Fu Shiyan would come to Xiangcheng. She only found out about the cooperation between Fu Shiyan and President Qiu after inquiring with the secretariat.

So, she also made a deal with President Qiu.

"Shiyan, has your sleep been well lately?"

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Ever since I had Yanyan, my sleep has been good enough to last through the night."

To be precise, it was generally only the latter half of the night that was peaceful.

Fu Shiyan curled his lips slightly; he was already missing his little one.

Upon seeing the man’s lips curl into a smile, Gu Han knew he was thinking of that despicable woman.

Her fingers, gripping the stem of the glass, couldn’t help but tighten.

With a snap, the wine glass shattered, glass fragments piercing into her palm, and crimson blood trickled out.

Gu Han furrowed her brows, a piercing pain throbbing through her.

The entire table was taken aback by the scene.

President Qiu, shocked, passed over some tissue, "This glass is of such poor quality, I’ll go settle accounts with the club right now. President Fu, since Doctor Gu is your schoolmate, I’ll trouble you to take her to the hospital."

Tears of pain streamed down Gu Han’s face, as she looked pitifully at Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan glanced at the woman’s hand wrapped in tissue, bloody despite the covering, and stood up, saying in a detached tone, "Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital."

Although Gu Han was in excruciating pain, her heart was sweet.

After leaving the club and getting into the car, Fu Shiyan and Gu Han sat in the backseat, with a distance of one person between them.

Throughout the journey, Gu Han spoke of past events, while Fu Shiyan contributed only occasionally, with an air of indifference.

Upon reaching the hospital, Fu Shiyan said, "Han Yang, accompany Miss Gu to get bandaged."

"Yes, President Fu."

Gu Han had not expected Fu Shiyan to maintain such a distance, thinking that had she not been injured, he wouldn’t have bothered to drive her at all.

Watching Han Yang and Gu Han enter the hospital, Fu Shiyan pushed open the car door, stepped out, and lit a cigarette.

The scent of blood and perfume inside the car was offensive to him, even tiresome; it was nowhere near as soft and sweet as his own little one at home.

Gazing towards the hospital entrance, a hint of restlessness arose in his heart.

He sent Han Yang a message: How much longer.

Receiving the message, Han Yang looked baffled; he had just finished paying the fees.

He replied: Stitches are needed, so it’ll be a while.

Fu Shiyan pulled out another cigarette and lit it.

Under the night sky, the glowing ember of his cigarette brightened then dimmed then brightened again.

When Han Yang returned with Gu Han, there were at least a dozen cigarette butts at Fu Shiyan’s feet.

Gu Han eyed the scattered cigarette butts, furrowing her brows, "Why did you smoke so much?"

Fu Shiyan extinguished the cigarette butt, "Felt like smoking. Let’s go, I’ll take you back to the hotel."

Gu Han knew he was getting impatient, suppressing the gloom in her heart she got into the car.

The car quickly arrived at the hotel, and as Gu Han got out, she looked at Fu Shiyan, "Care to come up for a cup of coffee?"

"Yanyan is waiting for me at the estate."

Gu Han nodded, "Then you should hurry back, drive safely on the way."

Fu Shiyan hummed lightly, the ascending car window shutting out the view outside.

The car shot away like an arrow released from a bow.

Watching the man so ruthlessly draw a clear line between them, Gu Han realized she needed to execute her plan soon.

Upon returning to the estate, Fu Shiyan went straight for the front door, bounded up the staircase, and came to a halt in front of a door.

He proceeded to the adjacent bedroom to the master’s, took a quick shower, changed into light gray home clothes, dried his hair, and then returned to the master bedroom.

He gently closed the door and tiptoed inside.

Under the pink covers was a slight bulge, into which he softly lay down, lifting the blanket and sliding in, drawing the person into his embrace with a sense of satisfaction.

An Yan turned over, instinctively snuggling into his chest.

"You’re back?"

"Did you miss me?"

Somewhat groggily, An Yan hummed in affirmation, "Missed you."

"Call me ’husband’."

"Husband."

Fu Shiyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, "Would it be alright if ’husband’ didn’t want to behave tonight?"

An Yan muttered discontentedly, "When have you ever behaved, you’ve always been such a dog."

Fu Shiyan: "...Then I’ll be a dog tonight."

"Umm..."

In the morning, An Yan woke up feeling as if her body was falling apart.

She got up resentfully, grinding her teeth, "How can a dog of a man have such stamina?"

She got out of bed, her legs weak as she stepped onto the floor.

She quickly washed up, changed into sportswear, and as soon as she opened the bedroom door, she saw a servant picking up a suit from the floor.

"Madam, the young master’s jacket is stained with blood. Do you still want it?"