Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 180: Your Nickname is Little Five

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Your Nickname is Little Five

The following day.

It was already two o’clock in the afternoon when Mu Boyan called An Yan.

Seeing the name on the screen, An Yan’s heartbeat accelerated.

She took a long breath and answered.

The man’s voice was somewhat shaky, "Little sister."

Hearing these two words, An Yan couldn’t help but cover her mouth, tears filling her eyes.

She choked up, "Is it true?"

"Silly girl, why would your second brother lie to you?"

An Yan didn’t speak for a long time, while the person on the other end of the phone kept waiting.

She calmed her excited heart, "Second brother, I really never imagined I would be a child of the Mu Family."

Mu Boyan let out a light sigh, "Since finding out Mu Yingying wasn’t the Mu Family’s daughter, we’ve been secretly searching for our true little sister. After all, she is a child of the Mu Family, flesh of our mother’s flesh, and we were especially worried she was living in hardship. But the genetic database had no match at all. If we found someone who looked like her, we’d do a DNA test, and we did it hundreds of times over the years. Thankfully, we finally found you."

An Yan sniffled, "Second brother, do you know what I was especially afraid of?"

"What?"

"I wasn’t afraid that my biological parents would be reprehensible people, I was afraid that by the time I found out about them, they would already be gone, leaving no one related to me by blood in this world. But to think not only are my parents healthy, but I also have four brothers. Second brother, I’m really so happy."

"I’m very happy too. Perhaps this is fate. You even performed surgery on our mother, saving her life."

An Yan felt very comforted, "When you say that, I actually feel quite scared. I have not been in the country for the last two years for personal reasons, so if anything had happened to mom during this period, I would never have forgiven myself for the rest of my life."

Mu Boyan laughed, "Fortunately, the result is good. Oh, the result of the investigation you asked me to do is out."

An Yan held her breath, listening to the man’s words that followed.

He said, word by word, "Mu Yingying should be called An Yingying."

An Yan gripped her phone tightly, "So she is An Zaili’s daughter?"

"Yes."

An Yan thought for a moment, "So the Qianqian that Du Xinlan mentioned is Mu Yingying, no, now An Yingying."

She revisited her line of thought, "An Yirou had contacted An Yingying before she died, and An Yingying even transferred her 100,000 yuan. I suspect An Yingying knew all along that she was the daughter of the An Family and knew my identity, so she had the report tampered with and has been picking off the members of the An Family one by one, not wanting her identity to be exposed. It’s truly a chilling thought."

Mu Boyan hummed softly in agreement, "The boat accident with our mother two years ago and the incident at the Horse Farm, we’ve suspected her involvement in these, but we lacked concrete evidence."

"Second brother, let’s not tell the family about me just yet. If we do, An Yingying will be even more cautious in her actions."

"Okay."

"I now suspect that it wasn’t a simple baby mix-up, but a premeditated switch. I’ve secretly monitored them before, and Du Xinlan has said things like why didn’t they just strangle me."

Mu Boyan’s voice conveyed anger, "Such people really deserve to die."

"Second brother, a question that I’ve been unable to understand seems to have been answered."

"What’s that?"

"The birthday on An Yirou’s household registration is younger than mine, while An Yingying and I are the same age. But An Yingying and An Yirou are sisters, and Du Xinlan could not possibly give birth just a few months apart. There’s only one possibility."

"An Yingying and An Yirou are twins, fraternal, so they don’t look alike. After An Yingying was born, she was switched with you, and An Yirou’s birth records were faked to be a few months younger to mislead others."

An Yan smiled faintly, "Indeed. So knowing that An Yingying is Qianqian solves all the problems."

"The situation the An Family has gotten themselves into is truly deserved," Mu Boyan said with particular indignation.

An Yan smiled, "Don’t be angry, second brother."

"Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. Do you want to come to the Mu Family and celebrate the new year with us?"

An Yan replied, "Tomorrow is Ayan’s birthday, and I want to celebrate it for him. Besides, I don’t want to arouse suspicion from An Yingying."

"Alright, I hope the day when the truth comes out will arrive sooner rather than later."

An Yan asked, "Second brother, do I have a nickname?"

"Yes, it’s Little Five."

The two of them chatted for a long time before hanging up the phone.

An Yan smiled, eyes fixed on the fluttering snow outside the window, her mood exceptionally serene.

When she turned around, she saw Fu Shiyan standing at the door, though it was unclear how long he had been there.

She got up and walked over, "When did you get back?"

"Just got in. Why are you so happy?"

An Yan smiled, "Seeing you naturally makes me very happy."

Fu Shiyan ruffled her hair affectionately, "Me too."

An Yan took off his coat for him and hung it up, "What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you."

Fu Shiyan looked at her tenderly, "I should be the one to cook for you."

An Yan thought for a moment, "Then I would like some curry chicken."

"Alright. I’ll go change my clothes," Fu Shiyan said with a smile.

An Yan nodded, "Then I’ll start cutting the chicken into pieces first."

Fu Shiyan watched An Yan’s exuberant manner, realizing it was not because of him, and his smile slowly faded.

He walked into the changing room and put on his lounge wear, his mind returning to a photo he received that day.

It was of An Yan and Mu Boyan sitting side by side, looking at the computer, appearing quite intimate.

An Yan had always been evasive with him, concealing her proficiency with computers, but in front of Mu Boyan, she didn’t hide it at all.

The two of them were nearly touching heads, looking so close, with sweet smiles on their faces.

Today, he had been back for a good half day, and An Yan hadn’t even noticed him, thoroughly enjoying her chat with Mu Boyan.

Lately, An Yan had been cold towards him, then argumentative, and now suddenly warm again.

Was it not out of guilt for doing something wrong?

Fu Shiyan clenched his eyes shut tightly.

Taking a deep breath, he collected his emotions and walked out.

Entering the kitchen, An Yan had already cut the chicken into pieces, and prepared all the spices.

Fu Shiyan rolled up his sleeves and began making curry chicken, with An Yan clinging to him from behind.

He liked it when she clung to him, but now he harbored a sliver of suspicion towards her.

After dinner, An Yan stuck by his side for a bath, her enthusiasm undiminished.

Their bodies ignited, everything falling naturally into place.

Looking at the girl asleep in his arms, Fu Shiyan felt satisfied physically, but his heart was empty and restless.

He got up, took a pack of cigarettes, and went to the living room, sitting in the rattan chair by the floor-to-ceiling window smoking one after another until dawn was about to break.

The next day, An Yan woke up close to noon.

This was the most peaceful sleep she’d had recently.

She stretched in bed, got up to wash up, and once she was out, she went to the kitchen, took out baking ingredients, and decided to make a cake for Fu Shiyan.

She made a molten lava cake and wrote a few words on it: Ayan, I love you!

On a white chocolate bar, she wrote: May you be safe and always beaming with joy!

In the afternoon, she went to the mall and bought a beautiful candlestick and candles in preparation for a candlelight dinner that evening.

At four in the afternoon, she called Fu Shiyan, but there was no answer.

At five and six o’clock, still no answer.

Finally, at seven o’clock, she called Han Yang, "Assistant Han, is Ayan at the office?"

Han Yang hemmed and hawed.

An Yan pursed her lips, "Han Yang, where is he?"