Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 222 I Really Want to Send You Off Myself

Chapter 222: Chapter 222 I Really Want to Send You Off Myself

This was definitely distressing news.

A person who was to be executed by shooting in three days had self-harmed at this juncture, which clearly meant they did not want to die and were seeking a slim chance of survival.

Fu Shiyan saw the psychological turmoil in An Yan and gently rubbed her head, "Go to sleep quietly, I’ll go to the hospital to check. We absolutely cannot let An Yingying escape legal punishment."

An Yan shook her head, "I can’t sleep, I want to go with you."

Fu Shiyan was somewhat helpless, but he knew that since An Yan had said so, she definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep and would keep waiting for his message.

"Alright then, we’ll go together."

The two of them put their coats back on and left the house.

Upon arriving at the hospital, An Yingying had already undergone surgery and was placed in a private ward.

She lay with her eyes open, staring straight at the ceiling. One wrist was handcuffed to the bedrail while the other was wrapped in white gauze, faintly seeping blood.

Normally, sharp objects should not be available in prisons or detention centers, so how did An Yingying get injured?

An Yan asked the doctor, "Her wrist is injured?"

The doctor nodded, "The patient was very irritable, almost frenzied. She bit through her own artery, and the bleeding didn’t stop."

Bitten through herself?

Emotionally frenzied?

An Yan narrowed her eyes. Could An Yingying really self-harm?

Such a selfish person definitely feared death. Her injuring herself was nothing but an attempt to feign insanity and continue to appeal in hopes of using the excuse of mental illness to escape legal punishment.

An Yan looked toward Director Li, "Can we go in?"

Director Li nodded, "Yes, but you must keep a safe distance. The prisoner is very unstable and can be highly aggressive."

An Yan nodded her head, "Understood."

Fu Shiyan and An Yan entered.

The person on the bed showed no reaction.

An Yan stood a meter away from the bed, "An Yingying, do you think pretending to be insane will make you unjudgeable? Rest assured, any mental illness found after the conviction won’t affect the verdict. Self-harm won’t delay the execution, nor will it absolve you from your crimes."

An Yingying’s head mechanically turned towards her, her eyes filled with hatred, "Why are you still alive? Why don’t you die? If An Zaili, that idiot, had killed you back then, I wouldn’t be in this situation now. I would still be the Mu Family’s cherished daughter, living a life of wealth, why become a prisoner at the mercy of others!"

"The life you stole was always going to be returned." said An Yan.

An Yingying abruptly sat up, her eyes bloodshot, "It’s not fair, this isn’t fair! The Mu Family raised me for twenty years, why still look for you! Is bloodline that important? What did I do wrong?"

"Your genes inherited from An Zaili and Du Xinlan are dark, selfish, and ruthless. How much less did you do in seducing Younger Uncle, framing Fourth Brother, and persecuting my mother?" An Yan couldn’t hold back, "Don’t think others are fools; they were merely tolerating you. If you hadn’t done so many shameless acts, how could the great Mu Family not have room for you? You’ve paved your own path to this end!"

An Yan looked at her indifferently, saying each word distinctly, "If I could, I truly wish I could personally send you on your way!"

Having said that, she and Fu Shiyan left the ward.

An Yingying roared heartbreakingly, "Why do you have to treat me like this? What did I do wrong? An Zaili should die! Du Xinlan should die! An Yirou should die! Yang Suhua should die too! All of you should die! Ah..."

She tugged forcefully at the handcuffs, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break them.

She screamed, "I will kill you all!"

Fu Shiyan drove An Yan away from the hospital, heading home.

He noticed An Yan lost in thought and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

He turned her shoulders towards him, "Yanyan, An Yingying will be executed in three days, and that person will forever disappear from this world. She won’t be able to harm anyone any longer."

An Yan frowned, "I have a very bad premonition, Ayan. I feel like something bad is going to happen."

Fu Shiyan spoke earnestly, "I have people keeping an eye on her until she is executed. Don’t worry, okay?"

An Yan nodded her head, "Perhaps I am just anxious due to my pregnancy."

The two returned home and lay together in an embrace.

It wasn’t until noon that An Yan gradually awoke.

She lazily turned over, but found that the space beside her was empty, though the bed was still warm to the touch.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and got out of bed.

After a quick wash, she exited the bedroom and saw Fu Shiyan busy in the kitchen.

"Good afternoon, Younger Uncle." An Yan leaned against the door frame and greeted.

Fu Shiyan paused with his spatula in hand, "Good afternoon, little niece."

An Yan cheerfully walked to his side, "Wow, you’ve fried my all-time favorite peppered beef steak. Younger Uncle, you’re amazing!"

"Is there a reward for me?"

An Yan tiptoed and kissed his lips, "A sweet little kiss of love."

"That was gratifying, but it was just a taste of something deeper."

An Yan ignored his implication, "Focus on cooking, don’t spoil my beef steak."

"As you command, dear wife."

Fu Shiyan once again cooked three dishes according to a pregnancy nutrition guide.

An Yan laughed, "Mr. Fu, are you preparing confinement meals for me?"

Fu Shiyan nodded, "I’m in charge of all your confinement meals. I’ll make sure you’re plump and well-fed."

"I don’t want to turn into a pig."

"Even if you do, you’d be a cute little sow."

An Yan glared at him, "Humph, I am not."

Fu Shiyan raised his chin, "Humph again."

An Yan raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"I find your ’humph’ quite pleasant. But..." Fu Shiyan smiled mischievously, "the sounds you make are even better."

"You’re terrible!"

Fu Shiyan took her hand, "Sometimes I really wish for the day you give birth to come sooner because then you’ll be able to get the surgery for your ear. Then, you can hear me say I love you every day. But I’m also scared of the day you give birth because a child’s birthday means a mother’s hardship, and I dread your pain."

An Yan looked at him intently, "Even though I can’t hear now, I can feel your love. That’s enough for me. Ayan, giving birth might be painful, but I feel blessed. Just thinking about the arrival of our babies makes everything worthwhile."

Fu Shiyan kissed her forehead, "I’ll be a qualified ’milk dad’."

An Yan chuckled, "I can just imagine you being all clumsy and flustered."

Fu Shiyan took out his phone and opened an electronic membership card, "See this? I’ve registered for a new parents class. There are classes every weekend. I’ll go learn. Do you see my sincerity?"

An Yan was a bit surprised, not expecting a big guy like Fu Shiyan to sign up for such a class, a bit of a cute contrast, right?

Just thinking about him bathing the babies with a serious face made her laugh.

"Is there a reward?"

"Another reward?"

Fu Shiyan looked hopeful, "So, is there one?"

"Yes, close your eyes."

Fu Shiyan obediently closed his eyes.

An Yan was all set to flick his forehead, but Fu Shiyan opened his eyes just in time and caught her red-handed.

She laughed and tried to escape, but the next second, he swept her up in his arms.

"Do you know the consequence of angering me?"

"..."

An Yan thought he was going to become brutish again, but instead, he just carried her to the dining room, "The consequence of angering me is that you have to finish all the food I made today!"

"..."

The two were sweet and mushy, but An Yan felt uneasy deep down.

A woman’s intuition is always accurate.

Indeed, on the night before An Yingying’s execution, just as the officer was preparing to transfer her from the hospital back to the prison, a fire broke out in the hospital.