Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 173: Painful Death for You

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Painful Death for You

Fu Shiyan lowered his gaze, "I’m sorry."

An Yan looked at him indifferently, "Ayan, don’t you think you’ve said ’I’m sorry’ too many times to me lately? I think we should take a break and calm down. Otherwise, I might hear those three words every day."

Fu Shiyan frowned, "That’s not possible."

"Ayan, every time I see Mu Yingying clinging to you, it burns my eyes. It feels like I’ve swallowed a dead fly."

"There won’t be a next time, Yanyan, believe me." Fu Shiyan held her shoulders, "Yanyan, I can’t change what happened in the past. Trust me, I’ll handle everything properly."

An Yan let out a long sigh through her nose, then raised her eyes to look at him, "One last chance."

Fu Shiyan hugged her tightly, as if she were a treasure regained, afraid that she would disappear if he let go.

Hospital parking lot.

Bi Chong put on a white coat and a mask before getting out of the car.

He went straight to the neurosurgery ward. Yang Suhua had suffered an occipital fracture from bumping the back of her head and had undergone emergency surgery.

He arrived at the twelfth floor’s neurosurgery department and, claiming to be an intern transferring patient records for the chief physician, he obtained An Zaili’s mobile number, as well as the phone numbers of his relatives.

When he saw a nurse pushing a cart with medications, he struck up a light conversation, which delighted her, and they entered room 1208 together.

Bi Chong saw An Zaili and Du Xinlan taking care of Yang Suhua, and he truly wanted to kick both of them for bullying his boss.

While no one was paying attention, he stuck a listening device under the bedrail at the foot of the bed.

Mission accomplished!

After Bi Chong and the nurse left, An Zaili sat in a chair, his face full of worry.

Du Xinlan pouted, "It’s not like I pushed her on purpose."

An Zaili glared at her, "We already have very little money, and now we’ve had to pay for her surgery, and there will be a huge bill to come. Where am I supposed to get the money, by selling my blood?"

Du Xinlan’s eyes darted about, "Otherwise, just don’t treat her, right? After all, your mom’s old enough, living this long is good enough."

An Zaili slapped her angrily, "Are you even human! After all, she gave birth to and raised me!"

Du Xinlan started crying, "What should we do, then? It’s not like I meant to push her! Why are you blaming me! Then I’ll go ask Qianqian for money!"

"No way!" An Zaili glanced at Yang Suhua on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, her complexion pale, "Don’t ask unless it’s absolutely necessary. Qianqian is having a hard time too."

Du Xinlan’s eyes were filled with rage, "It’s all because of that damned wretch An Yan. If it weren’t for her, we’d still be living that opulent life."

At the mention of this topic, she went on to scratch An Zaili, "If you had just strangled her to death back then, we wouldn’t have all these problems now!"

"That’s enough, stop talking!" An Zaili pushed her away, "Let’s just get through the current crisis first."

Meanwhile, Mu Yingying returned to the Mu Family home.

Xu Wanqing was sitting on the couch sipping tea.

"Mom," Mu Yingying approached, her voice weary.

Seeing the finger marks on her cheeks, Xu Wanqing recalled the video of An Yan slapping Mu Yingying at the restaurant.

It seemed that today Mu Yingying had been reprimanded by An Yan again.

Xu Wanqing set down her teacup, slowly stood up, and delivered a slap.

Mu Yingying looked at her in shock, her eyes brimming with tears, "Mom, you hit me?"

Xu Wanqing looked at her calmly, "Even though you’re not my biological daughter, I’ve treated you as my own. I’ve given you the best education and all my love for twenty years. What have you done? Ever since you found out you’re not a Mu Family child, you’ve been resentful toward everyone, feeling like everyone looks at you differently, and you started causing discord. We pretended not to notice, not wanting you to realize, but we’re not fools. And now you’re trying to steal someone else’s husband. Mu Yingying, how could you do such a thing?"

Mu Yingying clenched her teeth, "If you really loved me, why did you go looking for your biological daughter? Isn’t it enough to have me? You say I’m the gem of the Mu Family, but you still feel that I’m not related to you by blood and want to find your real child!"

Xu Wanqing looked at her in astonishment, never having imagined these to be her thoughts.

"Enough!" Mu Hongsheng quickly descended the stairs and stood beside Xu Wanqing, "How can you talk to your mother like that! She must be so heartbroken!"

Mu Yingying ran upstairs, crying, and after returning to her room, she locked the door.

Looking at everything inside the room, and remembering these things were originally An Yan’s, jealousy turned her eyes red.

She took a deep breath, no, she had to stay calm, she couldn’t leave the Mu Family.

If she left, she would have nothing.

She couldn’t let An Yan come back, and she also couldn’t let the Mu Family know about her relationship with the An Family.

An Family, An Family...

A sinister glint flashed in Mu Yingying’s eyes.

Bishui Bay.

An Yan sat on the couch watching a movie, glancing sideways towards the kitchen.

At that moment, Fu Shiyan was cooking.

His light grey loungewear couldn’t hide his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He seemed to sense someone watching him, and turned his head.

As their eyes met, his thin lips curled slightly. An Yan silently turned her head away.

Fu Shiyan felt very disappointed, and accidentally cut his finger.

The cut was deep, and he rinsed it under water.

An Yan walked over, turned off the faucet, and said, "Let me bandage it for you."

Fu Shiyan extended his finger, his brow slightly furrowed, "Yanyan, it hurts."

An Yan dabbed his finger with a cotton swab soaked in disinfectant, "How much does it hurt?"

"Fingers are connected to the heart, so it’s particularly painful, but not as much as when you ignore me," Fu Shiyan said, his eyes reddening.

An Yan actually felt quite sorry for him, but the moment she thought of him helping Mu Yingying, her resentment flared, and she jabbed his finger hard, "I wish the pain would kill you!"

She applied the adhesive bandage a bit roughly and prepared to walk away.

Fu Shiyan grabbed her arm and embraced her, then bent down to kiss her lips.

An Yan kept her lips tightly closed, refusing to let him in.

Fu Shiyan knew her body too well. He kept kneading her waist, and soon An Yan’s resistance melted away.

"See, your body doesn’t resist me."

An Yan was both angry and annoyed, "Bastard! Even the gigolos out there are better than you!"

"Baby, you can treat me like a gigolo too," Fu Shiyan said as he lifted An Yan in his arms, supporting her backside as he left the kitchen and headed towards the bedroom.

An Yan struggled, "I don’t want to do this with you, I’m still angry."

Fu Shiyan had finally enticed her, he had no intention of letting her go.

He laid her on the bed and pressed down hard, "Baby, sleep with me."

An Yan bit her lip, "Fu Shiyan, I didn’t expect you to be so shameless."

"I don’t need shame, I want you today."

The man’s fervent kisses descended, capturing her lips and exploring passionately and relentlessly.

An Yan didn’t know how much time had passed before Fu Shiyan finally stopped.

Feeling both sleepy and exhausted, she glared at him, "Get out."

"I don’t want to."

She elbowed him, "I need to take a shower."

"Then I’ll carry you."

Fu Shiyan carried her into the bathroom, but as they showered, his hands began to roam without restraint once again.

In the end, they stayed in the bathroom for more than an hour before coming out.

An Yan was so angry she didn’t want to speak to him, "Go buy some medicine, we didn’t take any precautions just now."

Fu Shiyan knew An Yan didn’t want to get pregnant right now. He said okay, got dressed, and went downstairs.

Standing in front of the 24-hour pharmacy, he smoked a cigarette before going in to buy the medicine.

When he got home, he saw that An Yan had already fallen asleep.

He looked at the medicine in his hand with a thoughtful expression, then poured a cup of water.