Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 170 Ayan, wake up

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 Ayan, wake up

People were coming and going on the bustling street, as An Yan and Fu Shiyan faced each other.

One was filled with guilt in their eyes, while the other’s eyes were entirely cold.

Fu Shiyan stepped forward, wanting to reach out and grasp An Yan’s hand, "Yanyan, will you listen to my explanation, please?"

An Yan took a step back, "Fu Shiyan, I once believed that we would be together forever, but I was too confident. You know my temperament, one breach of trust makes all else futile. Don’t tell me there has been nothing between you two since that one night two years ago. I believe that, but I cannot accept that because of one night two years ago, you have to treat her specially. Then what am I, An Yan, to you?"

"Yanyan..."

"Shut up!" An Yan looked at him coldly, "What I hate the most is lingering entanglements!"

"I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. Whether she lives or dies, I won’t care anymore."

An Yan laughed, "I don’t believe you. Let me guess why you’re helping her so much, is it because she was your first when she was with you? I’ve heard that men have such fixations; you can’t forget, can you."

Fu Shiyan clenched his fists, without denying it.

An Yan gave a bitter smile, "Let me guess again, when you and I were on Lemei Island that night, you still felt quite lost, didn’t you?"

"It wasn’t loss, it was heartache, wondering why the man who had you didn’t cherish you," Fu Shiyan explained.

An Yan retorted, "But you’ve been with Mu Yingying too, so why didn’t you cherish her?"

Fu Shiyan wanted to explain something, but An Yan raised her hand to stop him, "I don’t want to hear you speak. See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at eight o’clock tomorrow morning."

Fu Shiyan stepped forward and pulled her into his embrace, even holding her tightly, he felt he couldn’t grasp her at all.

The feeling of about to lose her eroded his heart, making him hurt, making him panic, making him feel as if he were falling into an abyss.

"Yanyan, I beg you, please give me another chance, will you?"An Yan struggled in vain, so she simply let him hold her, her arms hanging limply at her sides, "Fu Shiyan, have you ever considered the possibility that Mu Yingying is the murderer who killed An Yirou? You cut off all the leads."

Fu Shiyan frowned deeply, "Impossible."

"Impossible? Why is it impossible? Is it because she was your one-night stand?"

"Yanyan, the reason Mu Yingying was in contact with An Yirou and transferred money was that An Yirou was blackmailing her. She threatened to let you know Mu Yingying secretly met me if she didn’t pay up. Yanyan, I’m begging you to give me another chance."

"You still believe her words to this point!" An Yan sighed, "Since you trust her so much, then you might as well live with her in the future. But rest assured, I will package the evidence of her contacts and transfers with An Yirou and give it to the police. No matter how many hackers you find, you won’t stop me."

Fu Shiyan let her go, "Yanyan, I won’t stop you."

An Yan scoffed, "It’s too late. See you tomorrow morning."

She turned and disappeared into the festively lit corner of the long street.

The snow was getting heavier, and Fu Shiyan stood still.

Soon, his hair was covered in a layer of white snow.

He raised his hand to brush off the snow, and with a bitter smile, thought of how he once believed in ’till death do us part,’ yet now he was about to lose her.

Not knowing how long he had stood there, his feet numb with cold, he slowly turned to leave.

That night, Bishui Bay was very quiet, as Fu Shiyan sat alone on the couch until dawn.

He had called An Yan countless times, but she did not answer.

Watching the clock hands on the dial move to seven-thirty, he leaned back against the couch, raising his hand to cover his eyes.

How did it come to this?

It was his fault.

It was all his fault.

The sound of an incoming message interrupted his thoughts.

He picked up the phone and saw it was a message from An Yan.

[Meet at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau at eight, bring all your documents.]

Fu Shiyan’s heart plummeted, his fingers whitening as they gripped the phone.

He turned off his phone.

A Bentley was parked outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Su Yue grasped An Yan’s hand, "Have you really thought this through?"

"I’ve made up my mind. All my alone courage has gone to the dogs. I never imagined Fu Shiyan would care so much about that layer of skin."

Su Yue was so angry she gnashed her teeth, "When you first got together with him, it was also your first time! That bastard! You should tell him about what happened back then. Why should you bear it all alone?"

"After all, I owed him a life, but now I owe him nothing. Once I’ve dealt with Michael, I’ll never come back."

Su Yue’s eyes reddened, "Do you have to be like this, to never come back over a jerk of a man? You don’t want me anymore? You don’t want Grandpa Bi anymore?"

"Then I’ll occasionally come back to see you."

Su Yue felt like she was about to explode with anger, "Fu Shiyan, that bastard, causing you heartbreak, I really want to punch him dead."

An Yan tried to smile at her, "Come on, if someone didn’t know better, they’d think Si Heng was the one who cheated."

"Even better if he cheats, then I can divorce him with dignity. Anyway, we got married through an agreement, so after divorcing, my parents will have fewer choices to bother with and feel ashamed, so they won’t be pushing me to go on blind dates and get married again."

An Yan shook her head, "You really treat marriage like a child’s play."

"You didn’t, and yet here you are at this point."

An Yan sighed and glanced at the time—it was already eight o’clock sharp.

Su Yue looked towards the entrance, "Is that bastard not coming?"

An Yan dialed the number, but the call went to a turned-off phone.

She called Han Yang, "Is Fu Shiyan at the company?"

Han Yang, "President Fu didn’t come to the office today. I called but his phone was off; I thought you were together..."

An Yan responded with a hum, "I see."

After hanging up, she turned to Su Yue, "Take me back to Bishui Bay."

Half an hour later, An Yan got out of the car.

Su Yue rolled down the window, "Are you sure you don’t need me to come up?"

An Yan shook her head, "No need, I’ll handle it myself."

Su Yue watched An Yan enter the building, then rolled up the window and called Si Heng.

At that time, Si Heng was hosting an academic conference.

After connecting, she accidentally hit the speakerphone button.

"Bastard! Not a single good man among them! Go to hell!"

Su Yue’s voice echoed throughout the conference room, turning into a colossal social death scene.

Si Heng’s mouth twitched, evidently ’grateful’ to her ancestors eight generations back.

The leading official coughed lightly, "The phone ringtones nowadays are quite unique."

An Yan reached her floor, stood in front of the door, and entered the fingerprint code.

The door beeped open, she walked in and saw Fu Shiyan lying on the floor, his chest not moving, with a white bottle and several little white pills scattered beside him.

An Yan’s breath caught, she rushed over, looking at the man whose lips had turned white, her fingertips searching for his breath under his nose, but there was none.

Tears instantly filled her eyes, dropping onto the man’s white shirt.

She shook him, "Ayan, Ayan, wake up, wake up!"