Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 18: Want Something to Happen with Me Last Night

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Want Something to Happen with Me Last Night

The next morning, the bright sunshine streamed through the narrow gaps of the curtains.

An Yan opened her eyes and looked around, but Fu Shiyan was nowhere to be seen.

She sat up and noticed a set of sportswear placed on the bed that was not the one from yesterday.

She got up, picked up the sportswear at the foot of the bed, and a flesh-colored set of underwear fell out from inside.

Checking the size, it was a perfect fit.

Scenes suddenly flashed through her mind of the man’s palm setting fires all over her body, a sensation that deeply penetrated her bones.

An Yan patted her face to calm herself down, changed her clothes, washed up, and walked out of the room.

She suddenly paused, as the man stood rigidly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant buildings.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around slowly. His peach blossom eyes were unusually cold as he stared at her unblinkingly, his voice was extremely indifferent, "Awake?"

An Yan had a bad feeling, knowing that after intimate contact, his attitude should not be like this,

Unless... the truth had been exposed!

She pursed her lips, walked forward, and fidgeted with her hands in front of her, "Younger Uncle."

Fu Shiyan’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, he stepped forward, pinched An Yan’s delicate chin, and lifted it, his voice faint but heavy, "Is this amusing to you?"

An Yan tried hard to muster her emotions, hoping her tears would soften the man’s cold demeanor. Tears slid down from the corner of her eyes to her temples, "Younger Uncle..."

"Betting that I would come looking for you, you gave yourself a little help, wanting something to happen between us last night."

At that moment, An Yan truly wanted to give Fu Shiyan a big thumbs up.

He guessed everything correctly!

"Let me guess again, the reason you dressed like that before is because you didn’t want to get engaged to Fu Chenyu."

"In the hospital bathroom, you fainted on purpose, so I would see."

The man’s fingertips applied a little force, "So your target... has always been me."

An Yan frowned, "Younger Uncle, it hurts."

"Hurts?" Fu Shiyan’s voice was very cold, chillingly so, "Do you know the consequences of plotting against me?"

"Is it wrong that I don’t want to get engaged to Fu Chenyu? Is it wrong that I like you?" An Yan’s eyes were defiant and resilient, "I can’t think of any other way to reconnect with you. I admit my methods haven’t been upfront, but I want to be your woman."

Fu Shiyan looked at her eyes, misty with moisture, and drew back his hand, only to see a red fingerprint on An Yan’s chin, and looking down her snow-white neck, it was covered with red marks.

He had left more than that.

Below... it was everywhere.

Fu Shiyan averted his gaze, his cold voice said, "There are many women who think like you do."

An Yan wrapped her arms around the man’s strong waist, her eyes dewy as a pair of doe-eyes, "Younger Uncle, can’t you not be angry?"

Fu Shiyan was unmoved, prying her hands off of him.

An Yan hugged him directly, burying her little face in his chest, pleading, "Younger Uncle, is it wrong for someone to like you? Besides, I’m not one of those women you’re talking about."

Fu Shiyan chuckled sarcastically, "Right, you’re bolder than them, daring to scheme against me."

An Yan looked up, "No, it’s that I make you like me more than they do."

Fu Shiyan was laughed in irritation, "When have I ever liked you?"

"Younger Uncle must like me. You were willing to risk your life to rush into the fire to save me, willing to beat up Fu Chenyu for me when he treated me unfairly, and last night, you were willing to use..."

"Shut up!" Fu Shiyan snarled at her words, anger flaring in his heart, to think he had been led by the nose by this little creature last night.

He moved the koala clinging to him aside, looked away, and brushed past her, glancing at the kraft paper bag on the coffee table, "The house in Bishui Bay is Fu Family’s compensation for breaking the engagement, and there’s also a villa in Boning Courtyard, consider it a compensation for last night."

An Yan understood that Fu Shiyan was ready to draw a clear line with her.

She sighed lightly, regretting her impatience from last night, as a good hand had been played poorly by her own doing.

But she wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen, she had finally made some physical contact with Fu Shiyan after much difficulty.

Last night, with her behaving that way, Fu Shiyan was so restrained and patient.

Once she made the boundaries clear with him, it would be even harder to win him over later.

An Yan stepped forward to grab the man’s slender fingers, "Younger Uncle, after what happened between us last night, I have to take responsibility for you."

"Last night, nothing substantial happened between us," Fu Shiyan withdrew his hand.

An Yan’s hand reached out again to touch his distinct knuckles, "Then I have to take responsibility for them."

Fu Shiyan frowned, what kind of absurdity was this?

He shook off An Yan’s hand, his voice indifferent, "For future matters, contact Han Yang. I’m going to be very busy." Having said that, he left with wide strides without looking back.

An Yan watched the door close and slumped onto the sofa.

Seeing that Fu Shiyan was truly angry this time, she needed to find a way to appease this older man.

Looking at the sixteen missed calls and several WeChat messages on her phone.

Among the missed calls, ten were from Fu Shiyan, three from An Zaili, two from Bi Chong last night, and one from Su Yue early this morning.

Fu Shiyan was calling every minute, which suggested he was truly worried last night.

Now realizing she had played him, he was also truly angry.

An Zaili was just checking if she went on a blind date with Li Rongwei and if it reached the level he hoped for.

As for Bi Chong, it was certain he was just complaining a bit about the difficulties he faced while being hunted down.

Regarding Su Yue, she called back, and soon, the excited voice came through the speaker.

An Yan had to hold the phone thirty centimeters away from her ear.

"So how did it go, Baby Yan? Did you hit a home run?"

An Yan sighed, recounting to Su Yue the events of last night and this morning.

Su Yue was surprised, "Fu Shiyan actually found you were scheming against him?! But the fact that you are alive and calling me means he still had some feelings for you. So what do you plan to do next?"

An Yan ruffled her hair, "He told me to contact Han Yang if there’s anything, which means he won’t be replying to my WeChat messages or answering my calls anymore. It’s normal for him to be angry. For now, all I can do is coax, and coax some more, and really work on sweet-talking him."

"All I can do is wish you luck. By the way, did you see my WeChat messages?"

"Not yet."

"After pondering all night, I’ve decided to marry the guy I was set up with yesterday!"

An Yan coughed violently, "Are you joking with me?"

"Of course not! His name is Si Heng, a cardiology specialist at Jiangcheng Hospital, a rising star in Hua Country’s medical field, just like Mu Boyan."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "The Si Family has a monopoly on Hua Country’s medical equipment, two words, domineering."

"He comes from a good family, and I’m not bad myself. I’ve agreed to an arranged marriage with him to spare us both from more blind dates, and we’ll cooperate and playact after getting married."

An Yan slightly furrowed her brows, "Yueyue, marriage is not a trivial matter, are you sure about this?"

"Yeah, I’ve thought about it, and Si Heng is coming to pick me up to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau soon. I’ll stop here; I need to put on some makeup."

"Alright, get in touch if you need anything."

After hanging up, An Yan thought back, the doctor that Fu Shiyan called last night was named Si Heng, so the world really is that small?

Looking at the kraft paper bag on the table, An Yan’s eyes glimmered as an idea formed in her mind.

In the back seat of the Maybach, the man pressed his temples.

His fingertips suddenly stilled, he glanced over and his brows deeply furrowed.

"Then I have to take responsibility for them."

The girl’s words lingered in his mind, Fu Shiyan’s fingertips gently twisted as the silky touch lingered on his skin.