Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 276: Into Her Dream

Chapter 276: Chapter 276: Into Her Dream

Zhumu Inn was bathed in the cozy glow of warm yellow wall lights, giving the room an extra touch of warmth.

Fu Jinqiao, wrapped in a bathrobe and drying her hair, walked out to see An Yan leaning against the headboard, looking at her phone.

She knew An Yan was looking at photos of Fu Shiyan, and it pained her to see An Yan like this.

As a woman, who wouldn’t want their man by their side?

To be there to make you juice when you’re thirsty, cook you a delicious meal when you’re hungry, give you a massage when you’re tired, share in your happiness when you’re joyful, offer comfort when you’re sad, and hold you as you fall asleep at night.

These were things An Yan hadn’t had for five whole years.

She could imagine that every night, An Yan fell asleep looking at photographs of Fu Shiyan.

Truth be told, they hoped Fu Shiyan would return, but had come to feel that hope was as faint as finding a needle in the ocean.

They watched An Yan’s constant dedication with their own eyes, yet didn’t dare to say anything.

One year, two years, until this fifth year.

They started to encourage Zhou Yi to arrange blind dates for An Yan, but every attempt fizzled out.

Although Fu Shiyan was part of the Fu Family, they couldn’t bear to see An Yan unable to move on, stuck in the same place.

They wished for An Yan’s happiness, to welcome a new life, because she deserved it.

Over these five years, An Yan single-handedly upheld her own sky in the Fu Corporation, leading the Fu Corporation to greater heights.

At the same time, she played the roles of both father and mother, ensuring that Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan didn’t feel inferior or lost due to the absence of their father.

Before they started preschool, the two little ones had never been separated from An Yan, growing up in the offices and meeting rooms of the Fu Corporation.

They were extremely intelligent, healthy, confident, and brave – An Yan had raised them well.

With these thoughts, Fu Jinqiao couldn’t help grinding her teeth.

She remembered one time when she just snuck a taste of Fu Jinyan’s egg tart, and he hacked into her bank account and transferred out twenty thousand yuan!

It wasn’t much, but could an egg tart be worth twenty thousand yuan?

She felt a bit emo, wondering why she didn’t have that skill!

As for Fu Mu’an, that scheming little thing, she just played a joke on him, and he dismantled her newly bought robot housekeeper, arranging each component neatly and orderly.

She nearly had a heart attack at the time, but thankfully, the little rascal eventually reassembled it for her.

Fu Jinqiao sat beside the bed, setting her towel down, "Looking at Younger Uncle again?"

An Yan hummed softly in response.

Fu Jinqiao sighed, "Five years ago, to shut up those incessant rumors, we scrubbed all the information about Younger Uncle from the internet. Thank goodness you kept these photos, or else what would we do?"

An Yan’s fingertips gently traced the handsome face on her screen as she spoke softly, "Jinqiao, I’ve always believed that Ayan will come back."

Seeing the determination in An Yan’s eyes, Fu Jinqiao opened her mouth to speak, but only said, "Mhm, he will come back. I hope he can make it to me and Third Brother’s wedding."

An Yan’s smile lifted at the corners, "You’ve waited for him for so many years, perhaps he has sensed it and will return."

With the wedding just a hundred days away at the end of the year, Fu Jinqiao silently made a wish, hoping that An Yan’s wish would come true, and was willing to give up ten years of her own life for it.

An Yan flashed a smile, got out of bed, and picked up the hairdryer to help blow-dry Fu Jinqiao’s hair.

After finishing, she ruffled Fu Jinqiao’s hair, "You go to bed first, I’m going to take a shower."

Fu Jinqiao nodded, changed into her pajamas, and crawled into the warm bed to send a message to Mu Qianfan.

An Yan entered the bathroom, placed her phone on the vanity, and played a recording of Fu Shiyan.

She then stood beneath the showerhead and turned the knob, letting the warm water cascade down from overhead.

She closed her eyes as the water slid over her cheeks.

For a moment, she couldn’t tell if it was the water or her tears.

With a sob, she slowly knelt down, burying her face in her knees.

The facade of the daytime was ripped apart at night, and she was like a wounded animal, licking its wounds in solitude.

After a long while, she lifted her gaze again, returning to her usual calm demeanor.

After a simple rinse, she stepped out of the bathroom, dried her hair, and sat down on the bed.

By this time, Fu Jinqiao had already fallen into a deep sleep, but their voice call was still ongoing.

An Yan took her phone and said softly, "Third brother, Jinqiao is asleep, you should rest early too."

Mu Qianfan chuckled lightly, "Sure. Are you starting the tomb excavation tomorrow?"

"Yes, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Jinqiao."

"Don’t always take all the responsibility on yourself, Jinqiao is only two years younger than you, not a little kid. Pay attention to your safety, I’ve heard that ancient tombs have mechanisms and such."

"I understand, third brother, you too be careful while filming."

"I will."

"Alright then, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

An Yan placed Fu Jinqiao’s phone on the bedside table next to her, and seeing her sleep with drool flying everywhere, she found it unbearably cute.

It’s well known that the entertainment industry is never short on beauties, and Jinqiao isn’t the kind that astonishes at first glance, but she’s especially adorable. Otherwise, her third brother wouldn’t have entrusted his first love to her.

After turning off the wall light on Jinqiao’s side, she video called her little ones while leaning against the headboard.

Soon, the call was answered.

The little Fu Mu’an had already changed into his Iron Man pajamas, and the little Fu Jinyan had also changed into his Spider-Man pajamas.

Addressing the little ones, An Yan greeted, "Babies, good evening."

Fu Jinyan squeezed Fu Mu’an’s head to the side and said, "Mommy, I miss you so much. I miss you so much I can’t fall asleep."

Fu Mu’an frowned slightly, "Mommy, he’s lying. He had Uncle buy him milk tea tonight, and now he can’t sleep."

Fu Jinyan, exposed, immediately looked aggrieved, "Brother, how could you say that? Mommy might think I’m lying about missing her, you’re undermining our deep mother-son relationship."

Fu Mu’an raised his eyebrows, "Whether you miss Mommy or not doesn’t matter, she definitely misses me the most. Every night she has to see me before she can sleep, seeing you only keeps her awake out of annoyance."

Fu Jinyan squinted his eyes, with broken tears clinging to his long eyelashes, looking particularly pitiful.

"Mommie, I miss you so much!"

Fu Mu’an scoffed, "Straighten out your tongue, still ’mommie’, stop acting cute."

After saying that, Fu Mu’an solemnly said, "Mommy, you be sure to accompany Sister Jinqiao well, and pay attention to your safety. I’ll take good care of little brother. Bye."

Fu Jinyan was just about to say goodbye when the video got disconnected.

An Yan was somewhat helpless; in front of Fu Jinyan, Fu Mu’an exercised total dominance.

She smiled and shook her head, glanced at Fu Shiyan’s photo, then hugged her phone and turned off the wall light.

The nights in Banqiao Town were lively, only quieting down in the latter half of the night.

An Yan couldn’t fall asleep at first; she didn’t know when she finally drifted off to sleep.

She dreamt of that man called Brother Leng, his arms tightly imprisoning her, making it hard for her to breathe.

She was very angry and hit him hard on the face, "Only Ayan is allowed to hold me, get lost!"

The man laughed lightly with a mocking tone, "But I am your Ayan!"

An Yan woke up abruptly, gasping for air, only to find that Fu Jinqiao’s arm was pressing on her chest and her thigh was thrown over her stomach.

An Yan moved her arm and leg away and took a long breath.

Over these five years, aside from occasionally dreaming about Fu Shiyan, she never dreamt of any other man.

Never did she think that she’d dream of this man the very night after meeting him, perhaps because there was a moment yesterday when she felt that his embrace was just like Fu Shiyan’s.

Feeling somewhat frustrated and annoyed, she went to take a cold shower.

She needed to clear her head properly, that damned man definitely wasn’t her Ayan!

He didn’t deserve to enter her dreams!