Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 219 My Life and Fate Are Completely Given to You

Chapter 219: Chapter 219 My Life and Fate Are Completely Given to You

The quiet hospital room lit up with a warm yellow nightlight, casting a cozy glow on the stark white walls.

This formed a stark contrast to the fierce and cruel look in the man’s eyes.

He held a black silenced pistol and swiftly walked to the bedside, pressing it against the woman’s forehead and fired three shots.

Just as the corners of the man’s mouth behind the mask began to curl, he realized there was no blood on the woman’s forehead; instead, a creepy clown-like laugh echoed.

The man knew he had been tricked but it was too late.

A current spread throughout his body, making him tremble violently, his face contorted in pain, and the pistol dropped to the floor with a clang.

He fell to the floor in agony, his body numb, unable to move, and his breathing feeble.

Turning his head, he saw An Yan’s smiling face under the bed and the stun gun in her hand.

He watched incredulously as the person under the bed crawled out and tore off the human skin mask right before his eyes.

It was the face of an unfamiliar woman.

Teng Rui kicked the man’s face harshly, grinding it under his foot.

"You dirty scum, thinking you could kill our boss, you’re way out of your league!"

Just then, the door to the hospital room opened, and Fu Shiyan walked in hand in hand with An Yan.

The man’s eyes slanted up maliciously as he looked at An Yan, his eyes filled with undisguised intent to kill.

Teng Rui stepped aside, moving to the side.

Fu Shiyan glanced at the dummy on the bed with a bullet in the forehead. A murderous rage flared across his handsome face.

He released An Yan’s hand, took off his coat, handed it to her, and said softly, "Sweetheart, wait for me outside."

An Yan knew Fu Shiyan was about to vent his anger. Worried he might lose control, she reminded him, "Shiyan, keep him alive for the law to deal with."

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Don’t worry."

An Yan and Teng Rui left the hospital room.

Watching the door close, Fu Shiyan walked over to the man.

He took a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on meticulously, then bent down, grabbed the man’s hair, and dragged him between the windowsill and the bed.

Crouching slightly, he sneered, "Touching my woman; you’re really asking for death!"

The man’s eyes were vicious, showing no remorse or fear.

Fu Shiyan did not waste words and fiercely smashed his fist down.

Blow after blow, he used all his strength.

Not until the man was barely alive did Fu Shiyan stop.

He removed the blood-stained white gloves, threw them on the man’s disfigured face, and turned to go to the restroom to wash his hands repeatedly.

He made a call to Director Li, "The suspect who killed An Zaili attacked my wife. I’ve subdued him. We’re now in the Maternity Ward of the Third Hospitalization Division at Hong’en Hospital."

Director Li arrived with his team twenty minutes later.

They all twitched when they saw the suspect.

Director Li looked at Fu Shiyan, "President Fu, this suspect is barely alive."

Fu Shiyan pointed at the dummy on the bed, "Director Li, how many breaths do you think I should have left him?"

Director Li looked where he pointed, and seeing the dummy with a bullet through the forehead, understood this was intended to be lethal.

"A single shot is enough to kill a person; he fired three," said Fu Shiyan indifferently.

Director Li understood. Fu Shiyan could have easily claimed self-defense led to the suspect’s death, but instead, he had left the criminal alive for the final judgment of law.

He called over a detective, "Three bullets, search thoroughly."

The officer nodded, "Yes."

After taking statements from Fu Shiyan, An Yan, and Teng Rui, the officer led the suspect away.

Given the suspect had caused a death during his sentence, the police would petition the court for an expedited trial.

Outside the hospital.

Teng Rui parted with Fu Shiyan and An Yan, heading to An Yan’s small apartment downtown.

Fu Shiyan drove An Yan towards Bishui Bay.

He held the steering wheel with one hand while his other hand intertwined with An Yan’s fingers.

Their gazes met in the air, smiles lurking in their eyes.

This ticking time bomb had finally been defused.

After returning to Bishui Bay, Fu Shiyan pulled her into the bathroom and pinned her against the wall tiles.

The chill didn’t hit her, as the warm palm of the man cradled her slender back.

The light illuminated the man’s handsome features while An Yan traced the contours of his face with her fingertips.

Fu Shiyan’s voice was husky, "Yanyan, let me bathe you."

An Yan placed her fingertips on his lips, "No, I’m afraid you won’t stay serious while doing it."

"I will definitely be very serious today."

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, gently kissing her crimson lips, his agile tongue parting her lips and greedily savoring her sweet fragrance.

An Yan’s eyes were soft, allowing the man to immerse her in this gentleness.

She didn’t understand why, even though they had been more intimate before, each kiss still made her heart flutter.

After a while, Fu Shiyan buried his face in the nape of her neck, his breathing gradually becoming heavy.

His nose gently brushed against her delicate collarbone, the dampness there making her skin tremble, "Yanyan, I’m in pain."

An Yan, unable to take it anymore, bit his earlobe, reproaching him, "You’re always in pain, when are you not?"

Fu Shiyan muttered a low chuckle, "What should I do?"

An Yan’s eyes flickered playfully, "Then let me help you."

Fu Shiyan excitedly looked up at her, "Really?"

"Really. You first take off your clothes, I’ll go drink some water."

"Okay."

Fu Shiyan began to strip down until his underwear hit the floor, and An Yan also returned to the bathroom.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, moving forward.

An Yan teased him, "Close your eyes."

Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "Is it a surprise?"

"Yes, an absolute surprise."

The moment Fu Shiyan closed his eyes, the icy sensation came, making him gasp.

Goosebumps rose on his body, "Did you go to the kitchen and wash your hands with cold water?"

An Yan laughed and admitted, "How does the feeling of ice and fire feel?"

Fu Shiyan looked at her, both annoyed and amused, but he couldn’t bear to be angry with her.

He gripped her hand tightly, "It’s cold now, but it will be hot after a while. Haven’t you heard that friction generates heat?"

An Yan blushed instantly.

She felt that by pranking Fu Shiyan, she seemed to have implicated herself as well.

After a long time, Fu Shiyan stood behind An Yan, washing her hands, occasionally kissing her cheek.

An Yan glared at him sideways, "Old Dog Fu, I’ve finally realized what breed of dog you are!"

Fu Shiyan thought for a bit, "It must be a Golden Retriever, the very gentle kind."

"You are XX!" (Dog lovers, please don’t spray; just speaking in terms of his character matching the dog)

Fu Shiyan thought about it, "Aren’t the curly ones pretty cute?"

"Cute yet infuriating! Fu Shiyan, you are really a dog! You old lecher, stay away from me in the future!"

Fu Shiyan looked at the flustered An Yan, her cheeks tinged with crimson, adorable indeed.

He took a dry towel to wipe her hands, "My life is in your hands; I can’t stay away from you."

An Yan huffed.

Fu Shiyan led her out of the bathroom and into his study.

He seated her on his lap, pulling a document from the drawer, "Sign this, and my life and fate are completely in your hands."