Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 24 Bai Seems to Have a Crush on Her

Chapter 24: Chapter 24 Bai Seems to Have a Crush on Her

An Yan warily cast a glance backward, her eyes flashing with a chill that began to thaw only when she realized the person was Fu Shiyan. The man’s sharp suit was soaked, his hair drenched, and his eyes held an indecipherable emotion.

Remembering that the burns on his back were healing, she pulled him inside the building.

"Younger Uncle, why are you here?"

"Your phone was off."

Both were drenched, leaving a puddle where they stood.

"Let’s talk at home," An Yan released his arm, walked forward, and pressed the elevator button, looking back at Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan took off his suit jacket and draped it over his arm, stepped inside the elevator with his long legs, raised his hand to press the open button, "Come in."

An Yan walked in and stood next to him, keeping a person’s distance, and looked down, pursing her lips.

Fu Shiyan, seeing her deliberately maintaining distance and lacking her previous eagerness to please, thought of what Fu Chenyu had said and a mocking smile played on his lips.

He was just a joke!

The elevator doors opened, and An Yan walked out, noticing that the man hadn’t followed.

She turned back, staring as Fu Shiyan’s face, filled with scorn, disappeared the moment the elevator doors closed.

An Yan felt puzzled. Why had Fu Shiyan come, and then why had he left?

Remembering that message, she frowned.

She took out her phone to call Fu Shiyan, only to remember the battery was dead.

She pressed the button for the descending elevator. However, it continued downward while the other one stayed on the 17th floor and didn’t come down.

An Yan rushed through the fire door, bolting down the emergency stairs.

But when she ran out of the building, there was no sign of Fu Shiyan anywhere.

A sour feeling filled her heart, and An Yan felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Her eyes reddened as she returned home and took a bath.

After drying her hair, she sat on the bed, picked up her now-charged phone, dialed Fu Shiyan’s number, and called. It connected, but the other party never picked up.

At that moment, Su Yue’s call came through.

"Baby Yan, Fu Shiyan has organized a gathering at Honor. He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood. Do you want to come?"

An Yan bit her lip, "Send me the address."

She changed into a white T-shirt and shorts, slipped into a pair of white sneakers, and grabbed her bag before heading out the door.

Half an hour later, An Yan arrived at the VIP room 409 on the fourth floor of Honor.

She bit her lip and pressed down the door handle of the room.

The moment the door opened, the air went silent, and all eyes in the room fell on An Yan.

Su Yue ran over, took An Yan’s hand, and walked in, "Let me introduce you to everyone, my bestie, An Yan!"

An Yan smiled brightly, "Hello, everyone. I’m An Yan."

After speaking, she looked around and saw Fu Shiyan, shrouded in smoke, in the corner of the sofa.

He had changed into a black shirt and trousers, the sleeves rolled up halfway to reveal his muscular arms, and his hanging fringe concealed his eyes, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.

His shirt collar was unbuttoned, giving off a recklessly carefree vibe.

Bai Qinghan set down his dice cup, "Why does the name An Yan sound so familiar? I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before?"

Shang Wenhang pondered, "Isn’t Fu Chenyu’s fiancee called by this name? What a coincidence, to have the same name."

Bai Qinghan laughed loudly, "Though both are called An Yan, how come Fu Chenyu’s fiancee looks so rough? I bet Fu Chenyu would be scared to tears in the middle of the night, hahaha..."

Lu Minglan carefully looked at An Yan’s eyes and brows, "You are Fu Chenyu’s fiancee?"

An Yan had never thought about hiding it, since it wouldn’t stay hidden anyway, and she nodded, "Ex-fiancee."

Bai Qinghan nearly choked on his own saliva, "What the hell! For real, cough cough cough cough!"

An Yan gently hummed, "The person getting engaged to Fu Chenyu next month is An Yirou, not me."

Everybody present was sharp-witted, and without needing to explain too thoroughly, they could guess the story behind it all.

Si Heng, seeing everyone standing and talking, hurriedly made arrangements, "Everyone, please have a seat and talk."

Su Yue led An Yan to sit not far from Fu Shiyan.

An Yan looked over, but the man didn’t spare her an additional glance, extremely cold and indifferent.

Bai Qinghan eagerly scurried over to An Yan’s side and attentively offered her a cocktail, "Sister An Yan, it’s like you’ve had a face transplant! Come on, let me take a look, where did the surgeon’s knife go?"

An Yan couldn’t suppress a laugh, "Then have a look."

Bai Qinghan stared with wide eyes at An Yan’s delicate features, so natural that there was no trace of surgical sculpting.

"There’s no sign of plastic surgery!"

Lu Minglan sneered, "It’s just makeup removal and a change of hairstyle, that’s all. You really have terrible eyesight."

Bai Qinghan clicked his tongue, "Sister An Yan, it looks like your stepsister stole your thunder, right? No worries, don’t be sad. There are many crooked trees in the world; there’s no need to hang oneself on a crooked tree like Fu Chenyu! Let me tell you, I’ve recently been studying palm reading, and I’m super accurate. Let me give you a free reading..." saying this, he moved to grab An Yan’s hand.

"Bai." Fu Shiyan said indifferently, "Play a game with me."

Bai Qinghan laughed, "Wait a sec, bro, I’m telling Sister An Yan’s fortune here."

"Can’t wait." Fu Shiyan’s handsome face bore a hint of coldness, and his dark eyes swept over Bai Qinghan’s hand.

Reluctantly, Bai Qinghan took out his phone and logged in, muttering under his breath, "Every time we play, you completely crush me; what’s the damn point?"

An Yan watched Fu Shiyan quietly. He was casually holding a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, looking down at his phone. The light reflected off the screen onto his face, faintly revealing his long eyelashes.

His long fingers moved quickly and nimbly, effortlessly dismantling Bai Qinghan’s defenses and leaving him thoroughly beaten.

"I said I didn’t want to play, but you insisted. You’re just trying to make me lose face in front of Sister An Yan!" Bai Qinghan complained. He looked at An Yan, "Let’s play dice instead."

An Yan curled her lips into a smile, "Sure."

Fu Shiyan cast a casual glance at the girl; the plain white T-shirt and shorts looked so vibrant and youthful on her.

But the shorts were a bit too short, displaying her long, pale legs quite ostentatiously.

He felt somewhat irritated and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, then picked up a glass of red wine and swirled it lightly.

"Fu Chenyu had no idea she was this beautiful before cheating on her, did he? I wonder how much he regrets it now!" Lu Minglan said with a laugh.

Regret?

The couple was going to get back together soon!

Fu Shiyan watched Bai Qinghan say something that made An Yan smile with curving eyes. He looked down, downing the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Bai seems to have a bit of a thing for her."

Fu Shiyan narrowed his lustrous, peach-like eyes, his long fingers caressing the edge of the glass, "Neither of them is married; it’s normal for them to date."

Lu Minglan laughed, "She should still call you ’Younger Uncle.’ How come she didn’t greet you when she came in? Is she afraid of you?" He cared about her.