Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 157: If You’re Not My Woman, Then Whose Are You?

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: If You’re Not My Woman, Then Whose Are You?

An Yan cleared her throat, "The first thing. That night on Lemei Island, An Yirou had someone spike my drink, wanting to insult me. Fu Chenyu had the same plan, but he wanted to do it himself. Just so happens, I caught both of their plans red-handed."

After she finished speaking, it successfully made Fu Shiyan’s face darken.

He immediately pulled the car over to the side of the road, shook a cigarette out of the pack, and lit it.

An Yan continued, "I found out that the person An Yirou hired was bisexual, so I made a deal with him. I took the antidote beforehand, pretended to be helped away by the man, and in the elevator, I ran into Fu Chenyu who was intercepting. When we got to Fu Chenyu’s room, I knocked him out, and that man spent the night with him instead."

Fu Shiyan looked at her, "What about An Yirou?"

An Yan coughed lightly, "Although I have a bit of a history, the incense in your room wasn’t prepared by me. It was An Yirou, seeing that Fu Chenyu had abandoned her, who then set her sights on you. Are you angry?"

"Very angry," Fu Shiyan took a deep drag of his cigarette.

An Yan lightly tugged at the man’s sleeve, "Then, can you not be angry?"

"No," Fu Shiyan snuffed out the cigarette butt, pressing it into the ashtray.

He turned to look at An Yan, "Why didn’t you tell me about it then? Do you know what could have happened if something went wrong?"

"Are you angry about that?"

"What else?"

"I thought you were angry at me for scheming against Fu Chenyu."

"He plotted against my woman, and I should still care about his feelings?"

An Yan pursed her lips and smiled, "Back then, I wasn’t your woman yet."

"If you’re not my woman, whose are you? Aren’t you supposed to be responsible for my hands?"

An Yan remembered the time she had drugged herself, and Fu Shiyan had relieved her.

She raised an eyebrow, "Back then when I said I’d take responsibility for your hands, you were so cold-hearted."

"I was saying one thing but feeling another," Fu Shiyan held her face with both hands, "I can’t bear to see you hurt, you know?"

An Yan nodded, "I know. Now I have even more confidence to talk about the second thing."

Fu Shiyan always felt that she was holding back a big move, "Go ahead."

She held up two fingers, "The second thing. A few days ago, I had Bi Chong dress up as a woman to seduce Fu Chenyu."

Fu Shiyan looked slightly shocked, "Bi Chong has that kind of hobby?"

An Yan snorted with laughter, "Are you talking about dressing up as a woman or liking men?"

"The latter."

An Yan covered her mouth, laughing, "He just likes to dress up."

Fu Shiyan was curious, "So then?"

"Fu Chenyu was thrown into a gay bar and then became the dream lover of four tough guys."

"Four?" Fu Shiyan frowned.

"It’s a bit much, probably madly heartbreaking for him," An Yan dryly laughed.

"Forty might be possible."

An Yan couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Is Fu Chenyu really your nephew?"

Fu Shiyan said flatly, "On the premise that he is still a person."

An Yan pressed her fingertips against the man’s thin lips, "Your mouth is really quite poisonous, but I like it."

"How can you prove you like it?"

An Yan also held the man’s handsome face and kissed him.

Fu Shiyan’s kissing skills were increasingly adept, and soon An Yan was leaning softly in his arms, while he whispered in her ear, "Can we go home, please? Let’s go back now."

"No," An Yan said softly and coyly, "We have to go to the police station to give a statement first, then go and settle the score with your nephew."

Fu Shiyan stared at her lustrous lips, "Then we’ll eat you later."

An Yan noticed that Fu Shiyan had been sleeping well these past few days, without any sleepwalking, it seems she had thought too much.

She arched an eyebrow, "Who eats whom, it’s still not certain yet."

Fu Shiyan laughed, "We’ll see about that when the time comes."

At 11:30 p.m., Fu Shiyan and An Yan had just finished recording their statements when they came out and saw Fu Jinqiao asleep in Mu Qianfan’s arms, leaning against a chair.

Mu Qianfan said, "I just asked someone, even if it’s an internet virtual call, it can still be traced."

Fu Shiyan said, "I’ll handle this matter myself."

Mu Qianfan looked at the girl hugging his arm and sleeping on his shoulder, his eyes filled with tenderness, "I promised Jinqiao to take care of the person behind the scenes."

Fu Shiyan thought for a moment, "Alright, but you come with us."

Mu Qianfan nodded.

He looked at the girl slightly parting her lips, about to drool, and couldn’t help but snicker.

He tapped her smooth forehead gently with his finger, "Wake up, I’m taking you to catch a ’rat’."

But no matter how she was called, the girl wouldn’t wake up, perhaps because she had just experienced a huge shock, which made her particularly exhausted.

However, usually people who are shocked have nightmares, so why was she sleeping so soundly?

With no other choice, Mu Qianfan carried her horizontally and walked out of the police station.

He turned to Xu Shuo, "I’ll drive An Yan’s car. You and Li go ahead."

Xu Shuo nodded and helped open the rear door of An Yan’s car.

Mu Qianfan put Fu Jinqiao in the car, then took the car keys and followed Fu Shiyan’s car.

Li clicked his tongue, "Assistant Xu, do you think Brother Mu has fallen for Miss Fu?"

Xu Shuo shrugged, "Miss Fu is very cute. It’s normal for Brother Mu to like her, although it’s a bit of an old man eating tender grass."

Li laughed, "And President Fu is eight years older than Miss An."

Xu Shuo’s eyes filled with hope, "It seems I can also find someone younger in the future."

Li: "..."

Fu Shiyan, looking through the rearview mirror at the car following behind, said, "I think Mu Qianfan has impure motives towards Jinqiao."

An Yan laughed, "You got it backwards. It’s always Jinqiao who has impure motives, alright? That little look in her eyes, she can’t wait to devour Brother Mu."

"It’s better for a girl to be reserved," Fu Shiyan said, keeping his eyes on the road, speaking deliberately.

An Yan leaned closer to him, "You’re criticizing me."

"Criticizing what?"

"Being unreserved."

Fu Shiyan glanced at her, "I was wrong, baby. I actually like your lack of reserve."

"Doesn’t matter, I’ll be reserved till the end tonight."

Fu Shiyan finally understood what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot.

"Wife, I was wrong, truly wrong."

"It’s too late."

"..."

The car arrived outside a detached villa in the suburbs an hour later, which was nearly one o’clock by then.

The villa was already dark.

Fu Shiyan turned on the headlights, flashing them variously.

Soon, a window was opened, and a man cursed loudly.

"Fuck! Who is it! Looking for death!"

Rubbing his eyes and recognizing the license plate, his heart sank.

"Younger Uncle," Fu Chenyu knew the jig was up; he turned and ran out of the room, heading to the first floor to escape from the back door.

But as soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened in shock, as though he had seen a ghost.

With a thud, he was kicked out.

Fu Chenyu lay sprawled on the ground in utter disarray, struggling to get up, only to be stepped on the chest by someone.