Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 17: This is me being responsible for you

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: This is me being responsible for you

Fu Shiyan swept his cold gaze over, and Si Heng took the medical kit and made a quick escape.

Watching the door being closed, Fu Shiyan extinguished the cigarette butt and tossed it into the ashtray on the coffee table.

He hoisted the drenched An Yan horizontally into his arms and carried her into the bathroom, turned on the wall light, and casually twisted the cold water knob.

The icy water showered down, causing An Yan to sigh repeatedly inside, seeming like she was asking for trouble tonight.

She looked up resentfully at the man showering her with cold water, pursing her lips, "Uncle, you really hate me."

"I’m being responsible for you."

"Being responsible for me?" The crystal droplets shattered on her quivering eyelashes, a kind of fragmented beauty, "Uncle is being responsible for himself, just worried about being entangled by me."

Fu Shiyan clenched his teeth, his tense jawline creating two sharp angles as he looked at the girl’s reddened nose with exceptional pity, "I didn’t think that way."

An Yan placed her hands against the man’s chest and pushed hard against him, "Get out, I don’t want you to deal with me."

"Stop it, be good," he urged.

"If I had known it would be this uncomfortable, I would have just gone out and found a man!"

"What are you talking about?" Fu Shiyan raised his hand and gripped her chin, looking at her tightly pursed rosy lips with a frown, "Don’t bite."

"I don’t want you to care! Do you think you can save me a third time after saving me once, twice? I’m just someone who is unloved and can be discarded by anyone. Leave..."

Her remaining words were blocked as the man’s thin lips seized hers, dominantly taking the last of the oxygen from her mouth. His broad palm pressed against her soft waist and lifted the hem of her skirt sticking to her jade legs, inch by inch traveling upwards.

She could hear the man’s deep breathing by her ear, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "Be good, I won’t hurt you."

The scorching palm made An Yan’s body stiffen, although she had spent a night with him, that was all two years ago.

Now, he watched her without blinking, enjoying the sight of her struggling under his touch, and she felt somewhat ashamed.

An Yan buried her face in the man’s chest, her voice tender, "Uncle, please don’t look at me like that."

Unsure of which word had touched a nerve in Fu Shiyan, it seemed to arouse his bad taste as he exerted a bit more force, eliciting a moan from An Yan...

Forty minutes later, An Yan was bundled up like a zongzi by Fu Shiyan and carried out, gently placed on the bed, and he even blow-dried her hair.

Fu Shiyan covered An Yan with a thin quilt, turned around, and went back into the bathroom, taking quite some time before coming out.

An Yan lazily opened her eyes, watching the silhouette behind the frosted glass and curled her lips.

She had originally thought that with Fu Shiyan’s refusal, nothing would happen between them tonight, but the abrupt turn of events caught her off guard. Regardless, they had done everything but the last step, and this ambiguous behavior ultimately made their relationship far less innocent.

Perhaps because she was both sleepy and tired, An Yan fell into a deep sleep before Fu Shiyan, wearing his bathrobe, came out.

Fu Shiyan looked down at the girl, her waterfall-like black hair spread across the white sheets, her pink face still showing shyness, her little red mouth as ripe and sweet as cherries.

It was as if her plaintive moans echoed in his ears again, and he felt a sudden tightness in his abdomen, took a deep breath, and turned to leave.

He didn’t know what kind of magic spell An Yan had cast on him to make him break his rules for her again and again these past few days.

Charm Color Bar.

When Fu Shiyan stepped into the entrance, it had already become deserted inside.

From the private booths on the second floor, sounds of painful restraint could be heard.

"I feel like I’m suffocating, Grandpa Han, please show some mercy and let us use the restroom!"

"Holding it in like this could burst our bladders, and if something happens, it won’t look good when it gets out."

"Yeah, President Fu has always had a good image, and it would be harmful if any unfavorable comments spread."

"Please, I feel like I’m not going to make it."

...

Steady footsteps resounded, each one as if landing on their chests.

Li Rongwei kneeled on the ground, looking up at a pair of bright and shiny leather shoes that stopped in front of him. He slowly lifted his head, "President Fu."

Han Yang brought over a chair, and Fu Shiyan took a seat, his long legs crossed, dignified and elegant. His freshly dried hair was slightly disheveled, yet the man’s handsomeness was not diminished in the slightest.

"Give you a chance, tell me yourself."

Listening to the man’s deep tone, Li Rongwei knew if he wasn’t forthcoming tonight, he was sure to become someone who died of being unable to pee.

"An Zaili wants to form a marriage alliance with the Li Family. He said his eldest daughter An Yan has called off her engagement with Fu Chenyu, because although An Yan is as beautiful as a flower, she’s stubborn in character, and An Yirou’s temperament is more to Fu Chenyu’s liking... An Zaili said only I could tame An Yan. If I liked her, I could send her back tomorrow morning. He also said I could do as I pleased, and they would not have any complaints."

Li Rongwei carefully watched the man seated on the chair, noticing his expression growing darker and darker, like the prelude to an approaching storm.

He swallowed hard, "I didn’t expect An Yan to be such a tough nut. I didn’t even touch a hair on her head before she had me down fifteen or sixteen drinks. Really, An Yan’s dice shaking skills are incredible."

He crept forward on his knees, "President Fu, you’re a magnanimous person, please forgive me. If I had known she was someone you esteemed so highly, I wouldn’t have even seen her face."

Fu Shiyan furrowed his brows deeply. She was someone important to him?

He only felt compassion because her father didn’t cherish her, her grandmother didn’t love her, and the Fu Family had wronged her. How had this turned into him esteeming her?

Li Rongwei, seeing Fu Shiyan frowning, didn’t know which remark had displeased the great Buddha again. His eyes rolled around, "President Fu, rest assured. I won’t appear in front of An Yan ever again. I’ll stay as far away from her as possible."

Fu Shiyan let out a cold snort, "What about the unclean stuff you added to her drink?"

Li Rongwei’s eyes went wide, turning abruptly to look at Zheng Hang behind him, "You did this?"

Zheng Hang shook his head, "No, I didn’t get a chance to, I swear!" He fumbled in his pocket and took out a transparent bag containing five small white pills, "Really, they’re all here. I truly didn’t get the chance before you guys arrived."

Fu Shiyan licked his back teeth as the patience in his dark eyes evaporated completely, "You didn’t put it in, so she did it herself? Still so stubborn?"

Li Rongwei, "This is the truth, I swear! You can check the surveillance!"

Fu Shiyan glanced at Han Yang, who immediately understood and fetched the surveillance footage.

After repeatedly viewing the surveillance video, he found that these people indeed had not tampered with anything.

His lips pressed tightly together as he was forced to shift his gaze to that slender figure, then, gradually, the corners of the man’s mouth pressed down, every contour of his handsome face harboring a sharp chill.

He clenched his teeth, struggling to suppress the anger surging up within him.

After a long while, he suddenly laughed, a laugh born out of anger.

Having lived for twenty-eight years, he had been schemed against by a little girl and led by the nose.

He had almost taken her today. Fortunately, the two of them ultimately did not cross that last line, and everything remained within his control.

Fu Shiyan looked at Han Yang, "Call Director Liu; it’s time for these prodigal sons to be reformed."

After speaking, he stood up and left.

Li Rongwei and the others were terrified. With just a word from Fu Shiyan, all of their criminal records would be dragged out into the daylight, and not even heaven could suppress it now. They were bound to spend a few years being reformed.

"President Fu, we’re really innocent..."

Fu Shiyan’s steps halted slightly, and he glanced sideways, "Not one of you is clean."

The black Maybach drove on the empty midnight roads, a slight breeze coming through the half-lowered window, ruffling the man’s diagonally long fringe, concealing his deep eyes and making his emotions inscrutable.

Somehow, the car stopped downstairs at Bishui Bay.

He lit a cigarette and took a couple of puffs, holding it between his fingers resting on the window frame, until the burning ash singed his fingertips. He then pinched off the cigarette butt and flicked it into a nearby trash bin before starting the car and heading back.