Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 207: You save my life, I will devote myself to you

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: You save my life, I will devote myself to you

The temperature in the bathroom climbed higher and higher, fogging up the frosted glass with a layer of mist that formed dense trails of water streaming down.

Fu Shiyan’s kisses carried a touch of restraint, perseverance, and heartache.

He trailed down from An Yan’s lips, over her snowy neck, lingering on every bullet mark on her body.

Seeing those scars that had already formed, Fu Shiyan’s eyes reddened.

His fingertips gently caressed them, "It must have hurt a lot, I really can’t imagine how you endured it."

An Yan shook her head lightly, "It hurt a bit at that time, but it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Fu Shiyan was full of self-blame, "It’s all my fault, all of it."

An Yan’s fingertips stood on the man’s thin lips, "It’s not your fault."

"No, it is my fault. If I had remembered earlier that you’re Mo, then we wouldn’t have had so many misunderstandings, nor would I have let you face such dangers.

I would have come to find you, instead of waiting for you to come to me after two years.

Every time I think of the perils you faced during these two years, I feel incredibly guilty and stifled inside."

An Yan smiled faintly, "You were hypnotized by Gu Han, that’s why you couldn’t remember how I looked. It’s not your fault.

I came rushing to you, and now you’ve come rushing to me as well. Aren’t we both moving towards each other?

The misunderstandings between us were partly my fault too.

Back then, I was so anxious about finding my relatives that when An Yingying interfered, I began to trust you less. Of course, I also kept some things hidden from you.

And you, you were worried that me knowing certain things would affect our relationship, so you kept things hidden from me too."

An Yan sighed lightly, "It was only after facing life and death that I realized none of it matters. As I clung to the plank drifting in the sea, my mind was flooded with memories of our time together. Ayan, can we be honest with each other from now on?"

Fu Shiyan gazed at her, "Of course, but you just said you hid something from me. What did you hide?"

An Yan raised her hand to tap on the man’s forehead, "I was the one who operated on your dog’s head."

"You are Y!" Fu Shiyan looked at her in astonishment, "You hid this identity to prevent me from tracing back to the cause of my injury that year? You didn’t want me to get involved in that mess again?"

An Yan nodded, "You saved my life; I didn’t want you to fall into danger again."

Fu Shiyan cupped her small face with both hands, his eyes deep with infinite affection and tenderness.

"How can you be so silly?"

An Yan smiled, "It’s quite silly. You saved my life, and I’ve given myself to you in return."

Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan laughed out loud, "What, having regrets?"

"Regretting it. I’ve been hustled once, and now I have to take responsibility for a lifetime."

Fu Shiyan bit her lip, "You really are a little brat. Well, guess you’re stuck hustling me for a lifetime then."

He took An Yan’s hand from his heart to gently move it downwards, with one hand holding her close, greedily seizing her beauty and sweetness.

Although they’d been together a long time, An Yan’s heart still fluttered every time.

"Can I?" The man’s seductive voice rang out.

"No, not until after three months."

Fu Shiyan let out a light hum, "Only ten days left, I can start the countdown. Wife, have pity on me."

He led her soft little hand from his heart downward, inch by inch, his eyes darkening with desire.

Ten minutes later, Fu Shiyan furrowed his brows, "I might have gotten too excited. Wife, you can’t doubt my abilities."

"This is pretty good; saves me the hand cramps."

Fu Shiyan: "... Wife, I’ve acquired a taste for it. Can we go again?"

An Yan blinked, pursed her lips, and extended her hand.

An hour and a half later, Fu Shiyan stood behind An Yan helping her wash her hands, "Thank you, wife."

An Yan gave him a resentful glare, "Sweet talker. You said you’d let me hustle you, but I’m the one who ended up tired."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lowly, "Wife, I love you. But empty talk is not good enough; I need to express it with actions."

He took the towel to dry her hands, then tossed it aside and turned her around, lifting her onto the vanity.

He was deeply familiar with every sensitive spot of the girl, and he slowly teased her, "Yanyan, beg me."

"Fu Shiyan, you’re awful!"

"Hmm? Baby, I want to hear you say it."

"Ayan, I beg you..."

"Beg me for what?"

"Beg you, beg you to love me..."

In the middle of the night, Fu Shiyan carried An Yan back to the bed.

Looking at the misty water in the girl’s eyes, he knew he had bullied her terribly.

He picked up the hairdryer to blow her hair, very gently, and then dried his own.

After shutting off the hairdryer, he lay in bed and pulled the girl who was facing away from him into his embrace.

His warm hand rested on her small belly.

An Yan had a slender figure, so only her belly was protruding a little bit.

Here, was the place where their babies were growing.

Fu Shiyan thought about it and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

He really wanted to give himself a thumbs up, he was pretty awesome, hitting the mark with twins on the first try.

But the moment he thought about how An Yan had nearly lost her life and couldn’t escape Gu Chengming’s control because of the pregnancy, Fu Shiyan felt a tightness in his heart, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

Before praising himself, he ought to give himself a resounding slap.

The sleeping An Yan wrinkled her brow, dreaming of the scene where she had smashed Gu Chengming with a flashlight.

She murmured, "Well hit."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

He smiled and held tightly to the girl’s back, afraid that she would leave his side again.

He gazed out at the deep night sky, a sense of peace and tranquility that had been absent for the past two months.

Soon after, he also fell into a deep sleep.

Yet on such a night, while some were sweetly dreaming, others were irritated.

Mu Shaoze slammed on the brakes in front of the villa where they had first arrived, clearly impatient.

"Lady, this villa is where you first directed me to, then you said it wasn’t the place. Later, you made me drive around for two and a half hours before coming back here. Is your face swollen, or is it your brain, that you can’t find your own home?"

Zhou Ziqiao stood her ground, "I got beaten up so badly my brain isn’t working properly, okay?"

Mu Shaoze scoffed lightly, "I get it now, you’re doing this on purpose."

"So what if I’m doing it on purpose? Who asked you to insult me? Saying I had been poisoned by a bee! How can you have such a nasty mouth!"

Mu Shaoze laughed, "I didn’t call you a Pig Demon, that’s already pretty good of me. Who told you to bully my sister before?"

"Didn’t I apologize later on?"

"Uh-huh, and if you hadn’t apologized, do you think you’d still be seeing tomorrow’s sun?"

Zhou Ziqiao’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, "If it weren’t for the fact that you’re An Yan’s brother, I would definitely teach you a lesson!"

"You realize it now, it’s not too late. If you can, come on and hit me!"

Zhou Ziqiao knew she couldn’t beat him, but the man’s provocative expression still infuriated her.

She lifted her chin, "Mu Shaoze, right?"

"That’s right," Mu Shaoze sneered, "Remembered my name, have you? Got a crush on me?"

Zhou Ziqiao ground her teeth, "I want you to remember me forever!"

With those words, that swollen face loomed large before Mu Shaoze’s eyes.