Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 231: You Taste Very Sweet

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: You Taste Very Sweet

Ji Yunran gathered her robe and walked over to the woman sitting on the bed.

She looked at the face that was identical to hers and was very displeased.

She forcefully slapped the other woman’s face, her tone filled with contempt and disdain, "You look much prettier than before, you should feel honored.

For the first twenty-one years, you stole someone else’s life, now you’ve stolen someone else’s face.

An Yingying, from beginning to end, you’ve always been a thief!"

An Yingying glared at her angrily, "I am not a thief!

My life was supposed to be flawless and brilliant!

Why did that damned An Yan have to appear!

If not for her, I would still be the Mu Family’s beloved daughter!

Now I’m like a rat in the street, everyone’s target!

You think I’m happy to have turned into your likeness?"

Ji Yunran scoffed, "Shouldn’t you be happy? You’re starting over with countless halos around you."

An Yingying clenched her fists, "Starting over? You helped me escape and turned me into this, for a purpose, right?"

"Finally figured it out?" Ji Yunran laughed, "If you had just been a good adopted daughter, not coveting too much or accepting Mu Anyan, you wouldn’t have ended like this. What’s that called?"

She thought for a moment, raised an eyebrow, "It’s like having a royal flush but playing it poorly."

An Yingying turned her head away, closed her eyes, unwilling to accept the reality.

Ji Yunran crossed her arms, "But I do admire you, really, to be able to kill your own parents."

An Yingying responded coldly, "They never raised me for a day, I have no feelings for them, and their existence would only be obstacles on my path to success."

"Them, always them. Compared to Mu Anyan, you truly are cold-hearted and ruthless. At least when An Zaili told Mu Anyan her biological parents were despicable, she didn’t despise them." Ji Yunran grabbed her chin, the gentle smile on her face disappeared, "If it weren’t for the boss choosing you, you’d be barely surviving with my face, I would definitely kill you!"

Upon hearing this, An Yingying felt the importance of her role.

Suddenly shedding her fear, she broke away from Ji Yunran’s hand, "If you can, then kill me!"

Ji Yunran looked at her triumphant expression and raised her hand to deliver a loud slap, then another with the back of her hand.

An Yingying’s face burned with pain. Just as she was about to retaliate, she saw Ji Yunran quickly pull an object from her robe and press it against her forehead.

"Do you think you’re irreplaceable? Let me tell you, the only reason you’re replacing me is that I have more important things to do. Don’t overestimate yourself, or else one bullet from me, and the boss would simply find someone else."

An Yingying trembled all over, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Ji Yunran put the gun back in her pocket, then gripped An Yingying’s chin and popped a white pill into her mouth, "Every month, the boss will give you an antidote, otherwise, you’ll die from a cerebral hemorrhage."

An Yingying was shocked, "What, what exactly do you want me to do?"

Ji Yunran hushed her, "Don’t be scared, we’re just letting you fulfill your wishes."

An Yingying’s eyes widened in terror, her breath nearly halted.

...

Late at night.

Because of her pregnancy, An Yan often got up at night.

She opened her eyes and found the space beside her empty.

After a trip to the bathroom, she exited the bedroom.

A floor lamp lit the corner of the living room, and she saw the man sitting in the wicker chair by the floor-to-ceiling window smoking.

"Ayan."

Fu Shiyan turned around and quickly pressed the cigarette into the ashtray.

He stood up and walked towards An Yan, his concern tinged with reproach, "Why are you barefoot? You already have leg cramps, being cold will only make it worse."

An Yan giggled, "Forgot."

Fu Shiyan lifted her horizontally, carried her into the bedroom, and gently placed her on the bed.

An Yan turned on the bedside lamp, smelling the faint scent of smoke on him, "Did you have one?"

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Just one."

"What’s wrong, feeling annoyed?"

Fu Shiyan slightly furrowed his brows, "I just have this uneasy feeling."

An Yan laughed and poked the man’s solid abdominals, "Pregnant women and mothers go through prenatal and postnatal anxiety, why are you getting anxious?"

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, "Naughty."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "I’m telling the truth. They feel anxious because they have a baby in the belly, what are you anxious about with just poop in yours?"

Fu Shiyan helplessly replied, "You’re right. But honey, could you give me some face?"

"That depends on how you behave."

"Behave? That, I’m good at." Fu Shiyan immediately turned over, his hands supporting his body on either side of An Yan.

An Yan blinked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

"This can only be done, not said." Fu Shiyan, like doing push-ups, lowered himself, his clearly defined abdominals pressing against her protruding belly, and leaned down to kiss her blush-tinted lips.

Again and again, An Yan couldn’t help but purse her lips with a smile.

"Laughing at what? I’m just moving vertically, not horizontally."

Hearing his words, An Yan imagined that scenario and her face instantly turned red.

"Fu Shiyan, how can you be so shameless!"

Fu Shiyan smiled slyly, "If I were shameless, where would the babies come from?"

An Yan couldn’t help hitting his shoulder, "Your mind is full of dirty trash every day!"

Fu Shiyan looked at her intently, "I’m only like this with you."

As they spoke, An Yan felt something hard pressing against her stomach.

Realizing what it was, she pushed him aside, "You’re really annoying, thinking of such useless things in the middle of the night."

"You don’t move, and I won’t touch you."

An Yan turned her back on him, "I don’t believe you."

Fu Shiyan closed in on her back, his fingertips turning her face towards him, "I’ll just rub a little."

An Yan was nearly furious, "Didi Fu, get away from me!"

Fu Shiyan burst into laughter, "Wife..."

An Yan mimicked his pitiful tone, "I feel bad (;_;)"

"Wife, you’re even quick to answer now."

An Yan: "..."

The next day.

When An Yan opened her eyes, she saw Fu Shiyan’s enchanting face.

"Wife, good morning."

An Yan hummed; she didn’t want to deal with him.

Fu Shiyan said, "It’s already ten fifteen, and by the time we get ready and head back to the Mu Residence, it will be eleven thirty."

"Oh no, I promised my mom we’d make rose fresh flower cakes together today." An Yan hurriedly got up from bed and went to wash up.

The toothbrush on the washstand was already coated with toothpaste, and the tumbler filled with water.

An Yan noticed how well Fu Shiyan had taken care of every detail and couldn’t help but curl up the corners of her lips.

"Still reminiscing about last night’s sweetness?" Fu Shiyan leaned against the door frame, raising an eyebrow.

An Yan glared at him.

Fu Shiyan’s tongue flicked across his thin lips, "Wasn’t I good? You were satisfied, yet I had to take care of myself."

An Yan recalling last night’s heart-racing and cheek-flushing scenes, clenched her toothbrush tightly.

Fu Shiyan approached from behind, kissing her cheek, "You seem to despise your own taste. But I like it; it’s sweet."

An Yan: "..."