Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 227 I Knew You Liked Me More

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 I Knew You Liked Me More

An Yan was amused and exasperated by Fu Shiyan’s flirty moves.

She slowly straightened up and knelt around, her fingers teasing apart the collar of the man’s shirt, caressing his collarbone, "President Fu, are you feeling frisky again?"

Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around her increasingly thick waist and raised an eyebrow, "Is that a problem? Can’t I even think about it?"

"You can think about it, but I’m just worried you’ll be uncomfortable," An Yan mimicked the man’s tone and mannerism, "Wife, I’m uncomfortable."

Fu Shiyan laughed, amused, "You’ve got it quite right."

He leaned down to kiss her, but there was a belly between them, which made it somewhat difficult.

He moved behind her, tilting her face with his fingertips, and captured those blush-tinted lips with a kiss.

As their tongues met, a peach-flavored candy was passed into An Yan’s mouth.

An Yan’s eyes lit up, and she looked at him as her lips curled into a smile, "Tastes so good."

"Are you talking about the candy, or are you talking about me?"

"Of course it’s the candy... mmm..."

Fu Shiyan kissed her again, snatching away the candy ball.

"You only get candy if you answer correctly."

An Yan leaned back into his embrace, turning her head coquettishly, "You taste good, you taste good, okay?"

Fu Shiyan’s voice was husky, "I knew you liked me more, so I’ll satisfy you."

"..."

An Yan realized she’d been tricked again the moment he kissed her.

Fu Shiyan held her and kissed her, her body trembling slightly under his touch, like a feather tickling her heart.

An Yan, with her back against the man’s chest, could feel his strong and powerful heartbeat.

As their lips parted, Fu Shiyan looked at An Yan’s little face, feeling as if he could never get enough.

An Yan, with her eyelashes quivering, opened her eyes and looked into the man’s beautiful, deep peach blossom eyes.

"Ayan, I miss your voice, I really want to hear you say you love me."

"Soon, after you give birth, we’ll get you surgery. Then every day, I’ll be whispering in your ear, I love you." Fu Shiyan leaned close, his nose gently rubbing against hers, with a soft chuckle, "I’m afraid you might get sick of it after a while."

An Yan caressed the man’s handsome face, "I will never get enough of it."

"Good, then I’ll record it for you, so you can hear it anytime you want."

An Yan’s eyes curved into a smile, "That would be great."

"Let’s go have dinner."

An Yan nodded, "Tonight I want to eat two bowls of rice."

Fu Shiyan helped her up, "I think, seeing tonight’s dishes, you could eat three bowls."

"Really?" An Yan raised an eyebrow, somewhat incredulous.

Fu Shiyan nodded, "If it’s true, give me a kiss."

"And if it’s not true?"

Fu Shiyan grinned mischievously, "If it’s not true, I’ll give you a kiss."

An Yan clicked her tongue, "Fu Shiyan, you really are Old Dog Fu to the core."

Upon arriving in the dining room and seeing the four dishes laid out,

An Yan sidled up and hooked her arm around the man’s neck, rising on tiptoe to give him a kiss, "Thank you, husband."

Fu Shiyan was helpless, "Wasn’t I Old Dog Fu just now?"

"Not an old dog, not an old dog at all!" An Yan hurriedly sat down, picking up a pair of chopsticks to grab a crawfish and pop it into her mouth, "This is so delicious!"

Normally, Fu Shiyan wouldn’t let An Yan eat crawfish because they contain heavy metals and are quite dirty.

Seeing her pouting every time she passed the seafood section and eyed the crawfish, he felt a mix of helplessness and heartache.

He had Wanjiang Banquet’s supplier bring in a batch of fresh crawfish and had them thoroughly cleaned before bringing them home.

He sat down beside An Yan, "A whole plate of crawfish meat, take your time and enjoy."

An Yan picked one up for him, "Try it, it’s simply a delicacy. You are so good, husband."

"As long as you’re happy." As Fu Shiyan ate, he watched her contented expression, his eyes filled with love.

After dinner, while Fu Shiyan cleared the dishes, An Yan clung to him like a little sticky rice cake, "Ayan, you’re so diligent."

As Fu Shiyan cut the fruit for her, she kept talking by his side, "Ayan, you’re so considerate. You can cut more mango and wash more rose grapes."

The corners of Fu Shiyan’s mouth never ceased to rise, "You little glutton."

An Yan stuck out her tongue.

The two nestled on the couch, eating and watching a movie.

When it was about time, Fu Shiyan began to urge her to take a bath.

An Yan said lazily, "Then you help me bathe."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lowly, "Which time haven’t I washed you?"

Since An Yan was carrying twins, her belly was quite large.

Fu Shiyan had specially bought a stool to place in the bathroom.

An Yan sat on the stool, slightly tilting her head back and enjoying Fu Shiyan washing her hair.

Fu Shiyan’s fingers threaded through her black hair, looking at her wet eyes and snow-white skin, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed.

"Close your eyes, I’m going to rinse your hair now."

An Yan closed her eyes, letting Fu Shiyan rinse her hair for her.

The black hair contrasted sharply against her snow-white skin.

Fu Shiyan felt his blood surge, every time he bathed her was a deep torment.

The agony of being able to see and touch but not taste was somewhat excruciating.

An Yan noticed his unusual state and poked him with her finger, "Little President Fu, hello there!"

Fu Shiyan grasped her hand, "Yanyan, don’t..."

"Don’t what? I’ll help you."

An Yan looked up at the man, seeing the surge of emotion in his eyes.

She became the dominator of this intimate scene, while he passively let her manipulate him.

The frosted glass in the bathroom was covered with water droplets.

After who knows how long, a suppressed and deep voice spilled from the man’s throat.

An Yan rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth again.

She looked at her swollen lips in the mirror and glared at the refreshed man in the reflection.

She huffed, "I regret it."

Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around her belly, his chin resting on her shoulder, and chuckled softly, "You’ve worked hard."

The baby in her belly suddenly kicked at the spot Fu Shiyan’s hand was covering.

An Yan hummed, "It’s time for prenatal education, you should go tell a story now."

Fu Shiyan stood up straight, nodding repeatedly, "As you wish, my dear wife."

An Yan muttered as she walked out, "Why grow so big! It’s just like a poisonous mushroom!"

Fu Shiyan raised his hand to his forehead. An Yan couldn’t hear him she thought her voice was very soft, but it was actually quite loud.

Poisonous mushroom?

Quite a description.

Fu Shiyan shook his head helplessly and followed her.

Every night was Fu Shiyan’s time with his child, during which he would tell stories from a picture book.

Well, and incidentally put An Yan to sleep as well.

Finally, before turning off the wall light, he would give An Yan a kiss on her forehead.

Of course, he wouldn’t forget the two little ones in her belly.

He gave them goodnight kisses, telling them that Dad loved them very much.

With the wall light off, the world was silent, and another beautiful night ensued.

For someone, however, this night was not so pleasant.

Su Yue supported the drunken Si Heng into the house, complaining, "You drink without being able to hold your liquor! You could have stayed at the old mansion when you got drunk. Why insist on coming back? Now I have to carry you. It’s so annoying!"

She used her heel to close the door and helped Si Heng into the living room, plopping him down on the couch.

She wanted to leave but was pulled down onto him by the man’s outstretched hand.

Su Yue met the man’s eyes behind his glasses, his alcoholic breath and hot exhalations spraying on her face.

Her heartbeat quickened a bit. She swallowed and prepared to get up.

However, Si Heng firmly shackled her waist.