Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 286: Could Bo Leng Really Be Fu Shiyan?

Fu Jinqiao’s eyes widened as she asked An Yan, "You’ve interacted with him, then did he have any habits or little movements that are especially like Younger Uncle?"

An Yan thought carefully about Bo Leng, apart from the silhouette, the rest was like a continuous stream of flirty talk.

But these words were hard for her to say, and she shook her head, "Actually, my interactions with him have always been because of some matters, all quite hurried, and I didn’t get a good observation."

Fu Jinqiao’s gaze drifted, "Doesn’t Younger Uncle have scars on his body? If it doesn’t work, just find him and have him take off his clothes, then take a look."

An Yan frowned slightly, "Have him take off his clothes?"

Mu Qianfan pressed his temples, "Then for what reason would you ask someone to take off their clothes?"

Fu Jinqiao blinked, "If it doesn’t work, maybe seduce him a bit?"

Mu Qianfan flicked her forehead with his hand, "I wonder how you come up with these ideas. Even if there are some scars, what would that prove?"

Fu Jinqiao rubbed the spot where she was flicked, thought for a moment, and looked at An Yan, "Then you just measure his ’little brother,’ you’re familiar with that right!"

Because the decibel level wasn’t low, as soon as she finished speaking, all eyes in the restaurant turned towards their table.

An Yan raised her hand to cover her face, and Mu Qianfan quickly put on his mask.

Fu Jinqiao then pulled out a napkin to cover her face, making three holes for her two eyes and mouth.

"Look how smart I am, this way I won’t miss eating."

Mu Qianfan: "..."

An Yan: "..."

The meal was pretty difficult to finish, because people kept looking over at their table.

It was especially difficult for Mu Qianfan, as being recognized would surely land him on the trending news.

The headline would definitely be something explosive, like: [Movie King Mu’s fiancée publicly discusses men’s private issues!]

After filling their stomachs, the three of them hurriedly left the restaurant.

Fu Jinqiao dragged Mu Qianfan to go shopping, while An Yan went back to the inn by herself.

After returning, she video-called the two little ones, then began drafting the design.

After all, the mechanisms in the ancient tomb were already deciphered, leaving the rest to the archaeological team.

As she drew, the words of Mu Qianfan and Fu Jinqiao echoed in her mind.

Was Bo Leng the plastic surgery-altered Fu Shiyan?

An Yan thought it’s too impossible.

With all the hooliganism and bandit vibe about Bo Leng, how could he be Fu Shiyan?

She chuckled quietly, then her smile gradually solidified.

She suddenly remembered that before Fu Shiyan jumped into the sea, he’d been injected with a substance, so he lost his memory, his identity re-molded!

That made it very possible!

An Yan’s hand trembled as she held the pen, could Bo Leng really be Fu Shiyan?

Her breathing became rapid.

She wanted to find him, ask him a question!

She wanted to bring him for a DNA test, she needed to know the result!

She dropped the pen, opened her laptop, and began to pull up the surveillance footage from the stir-fry restaurant to track Bo Leng’s whereabouts, but this guy had been avoiding cameras afterward, and she couldn’t find him at all.

An Yan grabbed her phone and left the inn.

She didn’t know where Bo Leng was or how to contact him.

She could only try her luck, and began to search around the streets.

Meanwhile, Bo Leng knocked on a door.

The door opened, and Sheng Yu looked at him joyfully, "Brother Leng."

Bo Leng handed her the bag, "Your stuff."

Sheng Yu eyed the man’s distinct knuckles and really wanted to touch them. Thinking this, she reached out to do just that.

Just as she was about to touch him, Bo Leng suddenly let go.

The bag hit the ground, the box inside flipped open, and bits of jewelry scattered out.

Bo Leng glanced at them, his eyes drawn to the bullet necklace among the jewelry.

Feeling guilty, Sheng Yu quickly crouched down to collect the jewelry, and after hurriedly gathering them up, she stood and said, "Brother Leng, dad has already arranged the boatman, we are leaving tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, Daqiang has been caught, attempted rape, he will definitely be sentenced. Dad is worried he might betray us, so he’s preparing to leave here early."

Bo Leng’s eyes dropped, his brow furrowed, and his voice deepened slightly, "I understand."

Watching the man’s retreating figure, Sheng Yu’s lips curved into a sinister smile as she turned and went back to her room.

She pulled out a necklace from the jewelry box and hummed, "This time I’ll make sure you never see each other again!"

She put the necklace away, changed into casual clothes, donned a cap and a mask, and quickly left the inn.

After returning to his room, Bo Leng sat on the bed, pondering his words.

He wanted to tell Sheng Xing about leaving the tomb raiding team and leading a normal life.

He wanted to pursue Mu Anyan, doing everything within his power.

He knew he was very different from Mu Anyan, but he wanted to try.

Of course, he was not relying only on his enthusiasm; he discovered that he knew many languages and his mind was filled with extensive knowledge about finance, real estate, technology, and weaponry.

He didn’t know what he had done in the past, but he felt he had learning capabilities, and he could have a decent job. By leaving the tomb raiding team and taking off the human skin mask, he could live a better, more upright life.

It might not make money as fast as tomb raiding, but through his efforts, he would eventually have a career.

He was very tired of his current situation, feeling like a rat in a sewer, never seeing the light of day.

If it wasn’t for a debt of gratitude, he would never have followed Sheng Xing, staying for five years.

After much thought, he got up and knocked on Sheng Xing’s room door.

Sheng Xing opened the door, saw it was Bo Leng, and stepped aside to let him in.

"What’s the matter, you seem so formal?"

Bo Leng cleared his throat, "Uncle Xing, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about."

"Sit down, I also have something to tell you," Sheng Xing gestured with his chin.

The two took seats on sofas facing each other.

Bo Leng looked at him, "You go first."

Sheng Xing poured him a cup of tea, "Have some tea to moisten your throat."

Bo Leng nodded, took a sip from the cup, and then set it back down on the coffee table.

"Aleng, it’s been five years since I’ve known you. We’ve gotten along like family, and Uncle Xing really treats you and trains you as his own son," Sheng Xing sighed, "Uncle Xing is getting old, and it’s time to pass on the seat to you."

Bo Leng slightly furrowed, "Uncle Xing, I..."

"Let me finish," Sheng Xing interrupted him, "Although tomb raiding isn’t respectable, it usually provides enough for several generations. You must have a few tens of millions in your bank account now, right?"

"Yes," Bo Leng replied.

Sheng Xing hummed, "So, how much could a regular job earn you? If you take over my position, managing over a hundred people, even doing nothing, you’d still get a substantial cut. However, to take over my position, you need to become a real member of the family."

Bo Leng lifted his gaze to him.

Sheng Xing then said, "I want you to marry Yu, then you can take over my position."