Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 194: Protect you year after year, lifetime after lifetime!

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Protect you year after year, lifetime after lifetime!

An Yan lifted her eyelids, gazing up at the night sky.

There were no stars, only the incessant downpour and, it seemed, fighter jets zooming by.

She thought she must be hallucinating.

She couldn’t hear anything, only feeling warm liquid flowing from her ears as her body gradually stiffened.

A man’s voice kept echoing in her mind.

"Yanyan, I have you now, I won’t be moved by anyone else."

"Yanyan, I love you."

"Yanyan, as long as you say there’s nothing between you and him, I’ll believe you."

...

An Yan’s lips curled up in a mocking smile.

Their trust in each other was far from enough, which is why they had come to this point.

But that no longer mattered; she was so tired.

She didn’t know if Leng Feng was still there; she had done her best.

Completely exhausted, she was so very sleepy; the strength left her hand clinging to the boarding, and she floated with the sea...

The recovery operation lasted three days and they didn’t find An Yan.

Fu Shiyan stood on the deck, gazing out at the sea, his cheeks hollowed, his lips peeled and cracked, bleeding slightly when he opened his mouth.

A faint guess formed in his heart, but he refused to accept such an outcome.

As long as he hadn’t seen her body, she was still alive.

No one tried to persuade him; everyone still held out hope, though it was a slim one, just that nobody would break the silence.

A month had passed, and Fu Shiyan ordered a search of the surrounding islands and villages, but An Yan was nowhere to be found.

He stayed at the guesthouse run by Man’s mother, refusing to leave.

He took out the clothes from An Yan’s backpack and held them tight, savoring her scent.

He didn’t answer anyone’s calls, yet he kept his phone fully charged.

For he feared that if An Yan called and his phone was off, he would miss it.

However, as days repeated themselves, he never did receive a call from her.

It was the day before the New Year’s Eve.

Mu Shaoze knocked on his door.

Looking at the man who had lost much weight, he sighed, "Shiyan, let’s go back."

Fu Shiyan shook his head, "I’m not going back. What if she comes back and can’t find me?"

"Wake up! She’s gone! We’ve been searching for a month and a half, throughout the entire S country!" Mu Shaoze’s eyes were red, "Even if you don’t want to admit it, you have to!"

Fu Shiyan glared at him, "No! She’s still alive! That must be the case!"

Mu Shaoze threw a punch at his face, "I want to find her more than you do, damn it, I haven’t even heard her call me ’Fourth Brother’! My older brothers, my parents, even more so! We awaited for so many years, yet we never got the chance for her to recognize us as family! We haven’t dared to tell our parents that we’ve found their daughter, but now she’s gone, she’s gone!"

Fu Shiyan, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned and hugged An Yan’s clothes, "She’s still here, I can feel it. She must be unwilling to forgive me, so she refuses to appear before me. It’s my fault, I lost her."

Bi Chong and the others, hearing the argument, rushed over.

It was tough on everyone’s hearts, but as the sun rose and set, day after day passed, and everyone had to accept the inevitable outcome.

Bai Qinghan stepped forward, "Brother Yan, An Yan definitely wouldn’t want to see you like this; it would break her heart."

Hot tears dropped onto An Yan’s clothes as Fu Shiyan lifted his head and chuckled, "Yeah, she would be heartbroken for me. So why hasn’t she come back yet?"

His throat tasted sweet and metallic as blood gushed out of his mouth.

He lost consciousness completely.

When he awoke, it was the fourth day of the New Year.

Fu Shiyan saw the surrounding white walls and the pungent smell of disinfectant infiltrated his nostrils.

He knew he must be in a hospital.

"Awake?" Zhou Yi walked in just in time to see Fu Shiyan with his eyes open.

"Shiyan, I was nearly scared to death," she wept.

Fu Shiyan lifted his hand, "I’m fine."

Zhou Yi nodded her head, "I’m going to call the doctor to check on you, wait a moment."

Soon, the doctor arrived and conducted a preliminary examination on Fu Shiyan.

"President Fu suffered from acute stress, from now on you really must not overthink, it truly harms the body," the doctor said.

After the doctor left, Zhou Yi sat by the hospital bed and called Fu Haichuan, telling him about Fu Shiyan’s awakening.

Zhou Yi wiped her tears, "Shiyan, do you want some water?"

"Sure," Fu Shiyan spoke faintly.

Zhou Yi helped him sit up against the headboard and handed him a cup of water, "Here, it’s warm."

Fu Shiyan took a sip, "It’s a bit bitter."

Zhou Yi frowned, poured herself a cup to taste, and found it wasn’t bitter at all.

She quickly turned away, but her face was already covered in tears.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "I’ll go get you some fresh water."

Fu Shiyan watched his mother’s retreating figure and closed his eyes.

Every day without An Yan was bitter.

After being discharged from the hospital, Fu Shiyan threw himself into work wholeheartedly and became a workaholic.

All employees of Fu Corporation worked overtime with the president, not daring to complain.

He only went to two places every day, the company and Bishui Bay, with no variation, his life like still water.

One day, he got off work early and went to the supermarket to buy some baking ingredients and fresh fruits and vegetables.

Back at Bishui Bay, he started making a cake, following a video.

From baking the base to whipping the cream and frosting the cake, he did it all successfully.

Looking at the neat surface of the cake, he remembered the one An Yan made for him, with the words: "Ayan, I love you!"

On two white chocolate plaques it read: "May you be safe and sound, always smiling brightly!"

He pondered for a moment, then wrote on the cake with a piping pen: "Yanyan, I love you!"

And on the white chocolate plaques he wrote: "I’ll guard you year after year, for all eternity!"

He entered the kitchen to start cooking.

As he cooked, he said with a smile, "Today I’m making stir-fried beef with hot green peppers, dry-fried green beans, fried lotus root sandwiches, and crispy fish for you. It’s a new dish I’ve learned; I guess you’d like to try it. If there’s anything you’re unsatisfied with, just let me know, and I’ll correct it right away."

He quickly finished cooking the dishes and placed them on the table.

He also placed the cake on the table and lit the candles.

Looking at the empty chair opposite him, he sang the birthday song, then blew out the candles.

"Yanyan, happy birthday," he said.

He took out a gift box, "This is my birthday gift for you, I’ll wait for you to open it."

He waited a long, long time, but the gift box just sat there quietly.

He propped his forehead with his hand as tears began to wet the white tablecloth.

He knew the person he loved was not coming back.

Composing his emotions, he started to eat, had some cake, and then poured two glasses of wine.

Raising his glass towards the air with a smile, he stubbornly said, "Yanyan, I will always wait for you."

In the vast mansion, the girl sat quietly in her wheelchair, her eyes covered with a bandage.

In front of her was a large rose garden; with each breeze, they swayed gently.

The maids tending the garden gossiped among themselves.

"Really don’t know what’s so special about this woman, she’s both blind and deaf, and yet she has the young master completely infatuated."

"She’s pregnant, isn’t she? That’s what you call relying on a child for honor, get it?"

"I heard that when the young master brought her back, she was already pregnant."

"Enough, the young master is coming, stop talking," they said, hushing one another.

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