Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 197: An Yan Calls Fu Shiyan

Chapter 197: Chapter 197: An Yan Calls Fu Shiyan

Mu Boyan looked at the attire, which seemed very familiar—the man he had seen on the surveillance footage came to mind.

He quickly locked the doors and started the car.

But the man moved fast, charging to the front of the car and smashing the window with a dagger.

Mu Boyan’s car shot off, speeding away.

The man clung to the rearview mirror, continuing to strike the window with force.

The attacker was professional, and soon the window shattered.

Seeing the man raise the dagger to stab Xu Wanqing, Mu Boyan swiftly turned the steering wheel.

At the same time, another car sped up from behind and rammed hard into Mu Boyan’s car.

The man was fiercely hit and sandwiched between the two vehicles, his knife-wielding hand trembling, but he still aimed to stab Xu Wanqing.

Mu Boyan quickly pressed the brake pedal to death, while the other car accelerated forcefully.

Spinning around like a top several times, the man eventually collapsed on the ground, trying to lift his hand but lacking the strength to do so.

Mu Boyan got out of the car and looked towards the familiar license plate not far ahead, the driver’s door opened, and Fu Shiyan got out of the car.

He hastened forward, "Is your aunt alright?"

Mu Boyan nodded, "She’s fine, just a bit startled, thank you."

"I should do it. My bodyguard called me as soon as there was a car ramming towards you, I was in the opposite lane, so I managed to get there just in time."

Mu Boyan was a bit surprised, "Have you been secretly protecting us all this time?"

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly, "I’m protecting you for her."

Mu Boyan pressed his lips together, "Thank you."

He looked down at the man on the ground, kicked the dagger out of his hand, and crouched to check his condition—he was still alive.

Fu Shiyan directly called the police to explain the situation.

Since another car accident had occurred on this stretch of road, the police station dispatched quite a few officers, some to handle the accident and others to deal with the situation here.

The suspect was severely injured, so he was first taken to the hospital for treatment.

Fu Shiyan, Mu Boyan, and Xu Wanqing went to the police station to give their statements.

Although it was somewhat excessive defense, Fu Shiyan was not held responsible since it was an act of saving someone.

Fu Shiyan and Director Li described how dangerous this man was and stressed that he must be strictly guarded.

After all, prior surveillance only showed that the man’s build was similar and nothing more—essentially, the evidence was insufficient.

At most, he would be convicted of attempted murder and sentenced to a few years in prison.

Jail?

Fu Shiyan pondered for a moment, wasn’t An Zaili in jail?

He said nothing, knowing that some people are born to be debt collectors, like An Yingying.

An Zaili must face the consequences of his own actions; no one could take his place.

The driver of the truck was drunk driving, and no other clues were discovered, just like the driver who had killed Gu Han.

Fu Shiyan and Mu Boyan speculated that all this was related to this man, yet everything was impeccably executed, leaving nothing to trace.

After returning to Bishui Bay, Fu Shiyan simply made a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Sitting alone at the dining table, he began to eat.

When he finished drinking the noodle soup, he chuckled bitterly, "Yanyan, I miss the taste of the Yangchun noodles you make. When will you make them for me again?"

He sat in silence for a long while before he picked up the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash, then he went to his study to start a video conference and review documents until late at night.

He took the last cigarette from the pack, smoked it, and then stubbed it out in the ashtray full of cigarette butts.

Tears welled up at the corner of his eyes, falling drop by drop onto the desk.

He smiled, "When did cigarettes become so choking? I won’t smoke anymore. Yanyan would not like me like this."

He stood up, walked out of the study, his figure looking utterly desolate.

Meanwhile, in a manor far away in Country C.

An Yan suddenly opened her eyes; she had dreamed that Fu Shiyan was crying, crying and begging her to come back.

She wiped her face, which was all damp.

She slowly sat up, preparing to get out of bed to wash her face.

Qingqing came in, "Are you awake?"

An Yan nodded, looking somewhat exhausted.

Qingqing pointed downstairs, saying anxiously, "Miss Zhou is here again."

An Yan’s eyes lit up, "Have her wait for me in the back garden."

Qingqing appeared surprised, "The young master doesn’t want you to meet her, fearing she might harm you."

"It’s okay, you go first. Don’t tell Chengming about this to avoid worrying him."

Qingqing had no choice but to listen to An Yan and hurriedly went to deliver the message.

An Yan went to the washroom to wash her face, hid her phone and laptop, and then went downstairs to the back garden.

This area was the entire estate’s surveillance blind spot because it was filled with tall sunflowers.

An Yan, sitting in her wheelchair, arrived at the back garden and saw Zhou Ziqiao dressed in a pale yellow dress, donning an airs of a high-and-mighty princess.

"Miss Zhou, hello."

Zhou Ziqiao looked into An Yan’s eyes, which had regained their luster, and had to admit that she indeed was prettier than herself, but she couldn’t accept it.

She asked, "Is the child in your belly really Brother Chengming’s?"

An Yan shook her head, "No."

"Not? Then why are you still clinging here, do you want Chengming to be the fall guy?"

An Yan smiled, "I never thought of that, and I too want to leave this place."

Zhou Ziqiao clearly didn’t believe her words, "How do I know whether you are telling the truth or not?"

"If I truly wanted to stay here, why do you think the estate is filled with surveillance? Surely it’s not to protect me from Miss Zhou, is it?"

Zhou Ziqiao was momentarily lost for words, "I really wanted to hurt you."

"Miss Zhou, I will not let my child call another man father." An Yan pushed her wheelchair forward, "I need your help, I want to leave."

Zhou Ziqiao blinked, "Really? How can I assist you?"

"Let’s go into the sea of sunflowers, and you just lend me your phone."

Zhou Ziqiao was suspicious, "You’re not going to deceive me, and then use my phone to call Brother Chengming and accuse me of attacking you?"

An Yan found her quite adorable, at least her malice was out in the open.

"Gu Chengming is just my life-saving benefactor, nothing more."

"Fine." Zhou Ziqiao was still somewhat skeptical.

The two ventured deeper into the sea of sunflowers, with Zhou Ziqiao handing over her phone.

An Yan took the phone, switched on the hotspot, quickly connected the laptop, and her fingertips flew over the keyboard.

She established an invisible firewall, appearing as if it was still in a no-network state before.

She hacked into the estate’s surveillance system, gaining full control.

Zhou Ziqiao was stunned by An Yan’s maneuvers, "You are so cool!"

An Yan, focused on the screen, hardly registered her remark.

She took a deep breath, her fingertips continuously trembling as she finally dialed that deeply yearned-for number.

Her heart thudded wildly, her eyes filling up with tears.

After experiencing a life-and-death situation, she really missed him too much.

She wanted to tell him, there were two babies in her belly, their babies.

After a few rings, the call connected.

The man grunted a hello.

An Yan couldn’t hear, she was just about to speak when she saw the figure of Gu Chengming appear in the surveillance footage on the computer screen.

She immediately ended the call.