Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 25: Are You Ready to Let Him Kiss You?

Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Are You Ready to Let Him Kiss You?

Fu Shiyan thought of An Yan twiddling with her seasoning to plot against him, saying she wanted to be his woman and have him provide for her.

Was she afraid of him?

The little thing was daring indeed!

He smiled nonchalantly, "Maybe."

Bai Qinghan then proposed, "Let’s play Truth or Dare!"

Shang Wenhang laughed out loud, "You fancy the girl because she’s pretty, do you want to take advantage of the opportunity?"

Bai Qinghan smiled brightly, "Can’t let the girl take advantage of me?"

After everyone burst into laughter, they sat in a circle.

An Yan looked at Fu Shiyan, her slender fingers stroking the rim of her glass, her posture lazy yet cold.

Yes, it was the look she liked, irresistibly making her blush and her heart race.

Bai Qinghan sat next to An Yan, placing a beer bottle in the center of the table. "The person the bottle points to must choose Truth or Dare. If someone chooses neither or can’t complete the Dare, then they must drink three cocktails! Then that person gets to spin the bottle anew."

The rest settled around the table.

Bai Qinghan spun the bottle, and it gradually came to a stop pointing at Si Heng.

Bai Qinghan asked, "Truth or Dare?"

Si Heng said, "Truth."

"Have you and your wife consummated your marriage yet?"

Si Heng adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Su Yue, "Not yet."

Bai Qinghan raised an eyebrow, "Planning on when?"

Si Heng smiled, "On our wedding night."

Su Yue thought to herself, laughing inwardly, It’s never happening in this lifetime.

Si Heng spun the bottle, and last it pointed at Bai Qinghan. "Which one?"

"Dare," Bai Qinghan sent a sly wink. "I keep hinting at Brother Heng to let me choose someone to kiss."

Si Heng nodded, and Su Yue pinched his waist from the side, whispering, "If you dare mess with my Baby Yan, I’ll kill you."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Don’t you know a man’s waist should not be touched?"

Su Yue gritted her teeth, "If you dare mess around, I’ll wring your waist out!"

Si Heng hummed softly, "Bai, you choose a man to kiss."

Bai Qinghan cursed lowly, "Are you playing with me?"

He looked around; his eyes landed on Shang Wenhang, who was visibly resisting. "I’ll drink three cups, just don’t touch me!"

Shang Wenhang hurriedly drank three cups and immediately belched.

Bai Qinghan spun the bottle again, and this time it pointed at An Yan.

"Sister An Yan, what’s your pick?"

"Dare."

Bai Qinghan excitedly rubbed his hands together. "Choose a man here to kiss for one minute." He looked eagerly at An Yan, almost saying to pick him.

An Yan pointed at Fu Shiyan, "I choose you."

The light in Bai Qinghan’s face fell, and silence enveloped the room as everyone’s gaze fell on Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan’s deep, black eyes slightly lifted, a hint of amusement flashing through them. "You want to kiss me?"

"Is that not allowed?" An Yan, afraid he would refuse, baited him saying, "You can drink if you can’t face the dare!"

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, "Well, I can’t face it. I’ll drink three cups."

He poured himself three drinks and swallowed them, flipping the last cup upside down, leaving not a drop, "Are you satisfied now?"

An Yan bit her lower lip, feeling both humiliated and aggrieved.

She snapped, "Satisfied."

She spun the bottle to start a new round, and it finally pointed at Shiyan.

Just as she was about to ask him to choose, Shiyan said, "I’ll penalize myself with three drinks."

An Yan pressed her lips tightly together, watching the liquor flow down the man’s throat and slip inside his shirt.

Shiyan’s voice was slightly hoarse, his onyx-like eyes half-smiling, "Satisfied?"

An Yan lowered her eyes, her mood somewhat subdued, "Satisfied."

Everyone felt the atmosphere was subtly awkward, but no one dared to ask what was going on.

Shiyan leisurely lit a cigarette, flicked the bottle with his fingertips, and it finally pointed at Qinghan, "Choose."

Qinghan’s face was full of anticipation, "Dare."

Shiyan’s gaze fell on An Yan’s face, his lips curling up, "Then choose a woman to kiss you for one minute."

There were only two women present, Su Yue was Si Heng’s wife, so she couldn’t be chosen; thus, the only option was An Yan, especially since this was what Qinghan desired.

He looked at An Yan, "Sister An Yan, can you handle it?"

An Yan eyed Shiyan’s teasing smile, then suddenly turned to Qinghan, her eyes twinkling with hints of amusement, "Sure, I can handle it. Let’s go somewhere private; I don’t want to be watched."

As the two of them rose and walked to a shadowy area, Shiyan’s smile gradually faded, his tongue licking his back teeth.

"I like you."

"But I want to be your woman."

"Younger Uncle, will you take care of me? I’m easy to take care of."

Shiyan clenched his teeth, his jaw tensing, his fingertips crushed the cigarette, and he abruptly stood up and strode towards the shadowy area.

By then, Qinghan had brought An Yan to a secluded spot; his heartbeat accelerated, swallowing nervously, "Sister An Yan, are you nervous?"

An Yan completely ignored him, her gaze fixed in the play of light and shadow, gambling on whether Shiyan really cared about her.

Qinghan placed his hands on her shoulders, "Sister An Yan, that, I can take responsibility for you, as long as you’re willing, I can date you."

"So I’m going to kiss you now?"

An Yan sighed internally, watching as he slowly moved closer, her lips pressed tightly.

Hurried footsteps came, and Qinghan’s neck was suddenly grabbed and flung to one side.

"Holy crap! What’s happening? Argh, my neck is broken!"

Qinghan’s face was about to erupt in anger, but when he saw the person was Shiyan, he froze, "Brother Yan, what, what’s wrong?"

Shiyan looked stern; his dark eyes hidden under the dim light, barely concealing a thin veil of anger.

He said softly, "She’s too young for this kind of game."

He grabbed An Yan by the wrist and walked out.

Qinghan furrowed his brows, murmuring softly, "She’s twenty, not young at all! If it weren’t for Fu Chenyu’s cheating, she’d be engaged next month."

Shiyan pulled her into the emergency exit, the door slammed shut, and the sound-controlled light turned on.

The incandescent light haloed around the man, illuminating his distinctively handsome face as he asked, "If I didn’t come, would you have let him kiss you?"

An Yan rubbed her wrist, which was sore from being clutched, "Yeah! I can handle it!"

Shiyan suddenly leaned in close, looming over her, his eyes slightly fierce.

After a long while, the sound-controlled light went off, and the distance between them seemed to gradually shorten, their breaths audible to each other.

With her senses heightened, An Yan’s heartbeat quickened.

The man’s warm breath spilled on her ear, his low, rich, magnetic voice sounded, "An Yan, as an elder, let me give you a piece of advice. When you enter a relationship, be devoted. Don’t keep a backup. Otherwise, your affections become too cheap."

A cold splash of reality, An Yan’s hands that hung by her legs tightened.

She closed her eyes tightly, fearing to see the man’s mocking and disdainful look.

Only upon hearing the door close did she slowly open her eyes.