Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 251: Third Brother, Do You Want Me?

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Third Brother, Do You Want Me?

Since there were no outsiders, and the house servants followed rules, Fu Jinqiao never locked her doors at home.

She threw her handbag on the bed and entered the bathroom, almost screaming when she saw herself in the mirror.

The mascara had smudged all over her face, with black streaks, and her lips were marked with smeared lipstick, clearly from being fiercely kissed.

She covered her face with her hands, no wonder her dad had told her to take a bath.

She was thoroughly embarrassed!

To be able to kiss her face in that state, Mu Qianfan really made an effort.

She needed to take a shower quickly—this was sloppiness inviting more sloppiness, sloppy to the extreme.

She quickly stripped off her evening gown and pulled off her nipple covers and panties, then turned on the shower.

Perhaps she was in a good mood, as she started humming a song.

After washing up, her reflection in the mirror was a pure, flawless face once again.

She picked up a dry towel to wipe her hair, then wrapped up a pile, leaving her little face completely exposed.

She casually wiped off the water droplets from her body with the towel and threw it onto the washstand, walking out carelessly.

She hadn’t walked two steps before her humming abruptly ceased.

"You, how did you come up?"

Mu Qianfan sat on the edge of the bed, looking up and down at the undraped girl with interest.

She was as white and tender as a fine piece of mutton-fat jade.

He stood up and walked over step by step, "Auntie told me to come up and call you to eat noodles."

Fu Jinqiao forgot to breathe, her eyes wide open as she stared at him, her heart nearly leaping out of her throat.

She raised her hand to pull down the dry towel on her head, covering herself in front.

Mu Qianfan raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "I’ve already had a taste just now, so what’s the use of covering up?"

Fu Jinqiao made an "Oh" sound and moved the dry towel down to cover from her waist downwards.

Mu Qianfan was surprised by her move and burst out laughing, "So you haven’t been ’eaten’ here, and that’s why you cover it up?"

Fu Jinqiao felt like she was having an intellectual short-circuit. She closed her eyes tightly, wishing she could just faint.

She tugged the drying towel in front of her again and retreated, planning to back into the walk-in closet.

Mu Qianfan stretched out a long arm and drew her into his embrace, her long black hair cascading down his arm, wet and cool.

"Having seen and tasted, how would you like me to take responsibility?"

Fu Jinqiao watched his approaching nose, her heartbeat quickening.

That’s how uncontrollable she was. Even though the two of them had been dating for almost a year, she still felt her heart beating fiercely.

"Then you should marry me in the future! But aren’t you supposed to be wooing me now?"

Mu Qianfan hummed in response, "Pursuing you, how about starting from tomorrow, because tonight I can’t help wanting to skip the steps and kiss you first."

His nostrils lightly brushed against hers, their lips barely touching, and then his tongue gently licked her, "Jinqiao, you are truly sweet."

He picked her up and pressed her against the wallpapered wall. The drying towel fell, heaping around her lower abdomen, and they were separated only by the thin layer of his shirt.

An unending warmth transferred to her, and Fu Jinqiao’s whole body trembled.

Her involuntary soft moans were met with the man’s more frenzied kisses.

After a while, Mu Qianfan finally released her, "You’re really wearing me out. I think I’ll be spent if this goes on too long."

He turned away, taking a deep breath, "Go change into some pajamas."

Fu Jinqiao patted her flushed cheeks and ran into the walk-in closet.

After calming down for a while, she came out dressed in cartoon pajamas.

"Third Brother."

The soft and sweet voice came through, and Mu Qianfan turned around and took her hand, "Let’s go downstairs."

The two went down to the kitchen, where two steamy bowls of noodles were placed on the small table.

Sitting side by side, they picked up their chopsticks and took a bite.

The time was stretched thin, not as exciting anymore.

Fu Jinqiao chuckled, and Mu Qianfan laughed with her, both cherishing each other even more than before.

After finishing the noodles, Mu Qianfan washed the dishes.

Neither of them seemed eager to go upstairs, after all, one room was on the second floor and the other on the third, so they simply cuddled on the couch together playing games.

It wasn’t until they were too drowsy to keep their eyes open that Mu Qianfan escorted her back to her room and coaxed her to sleep before leaving.

Mu Qianfan took a shower when he got back to his room and was preparing to lie down after drying his hair.

But the slight bulge on the bed made him pause in his tracks.

Pretending to be unaware, he turned off the wall light and got into bed.

Maybe she was stifled under the thin blanket for too long, because there was a rustling sound, and a small head poked out.

"Younger Uncle."

Mu Qianfan felt like he was going to be tormented to death by her. He flipped over and pinned her beneath him, his breath heavy, "How did you get here?"

"It’s not past midnight yet, so it isn’t tomorrow; you can exercise the right you had before." Fu Jinqiao blinked her dark eyes, "Younger Uncle, do you want me?"

"Yes, I’m going crazy with want." Mu Qianfan’s hand ignited a fire on her body, and the little thing wasn’t wearing anything at all.

His veins bulged at the temples, and after a few fierce thrusts, he rolled off the bed and wrapped her in the thin blanket.

Fu Jinqiao didn’t understand what was happening before she was carried out of the room and taken back to the third floor.

"When I formally become your boyfriend again, I will exercise my boyfriend’s rights." Mu Qianfan kissed her forehead and then left the room without looking back.

Fu Jinqiao was stunned for a moment. Hearing the door close, she realized Mu Qianfan had left.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, she covered her head and then reached for the phone on the bedside table, sending a message to Li Qiutong.

"My Younger Uncle is a gentleman; don’t think so badly of him in the future."

At that moment, Li Qiutong rolled her eyes. It was all thanks to her play to their advantage; otherwise, these two would have ignited long ago. How could Fu Jinqiao still enjoy being pursued?

She replied: That’s good, enjoy the romance, and less of being a nanny!

Then, she sent a WeChat message to fsy.

[Younger Uncle, I have done everything you asked! Movie King Mu is preparing to pursue Jinqiao!]

Soon after, a large sum of money was transferred to her.

Li Qiutong kissed her phone, [Younger Uncle, call on me for anything in the future, I guarantee it will be done crystal clear, and beautifully!]

fsy: [Okay, thank you.]

After Li Qiutong collected the payment, she cheerfully went to the restroom to wash up.

That night, both Mu Qianfan and Fu Jinqiao lay staring at the ceiling, smiling like idiots.

Although they were not in the same room or bed, their happy smiles were the same.

In contrast, not being able to sleep was painful for someone.

Gu Chengming hid in the damp, stinking underground sewer; he had been evading capture these past few days.

Now he was truly at his wit’s end, his assistant scattered and all his other subordinates arrested or eliminated.

He was no different from the rats in the underground sewer.

He was cold and hungry, surviving only by relying on those dark, nauseating rats.

Then, the sound of pipe workers talking came from not too far away.

Gu Chengming dropped the bloody, mangled rat he had been tearing at, got up, and went to investigate.

Ten minutes later, two pipe workers lay in pools of blood, one of their uniforms stripped off, and their cellphone and loose change taken as well.

Dressed as a pipe worker, Gu Chengming entered a shopping mall, cleaned his face and hands, and then, with a mask on, bought three hamburgers from a fast-food restaurant before leaving.

He took out a severed finger to unlock the phone screen and dialed a number.

The call connected.

"Arrange for a smuggling vessel, I need to leave Hua Country."