Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 291: Because I Want to See You, Additional Release

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Because I Want to See You, Additional Release

An Yan looked at the man’s mischievous smile, twitching her lip corner, "You really are something!"

Bo Leng shrugged, "Well, if you really want it, then I might just give in. But I must be number one."

An Yan watched as he lowered his hands, ready to lift the hem of his T-shirt.

"Don’t move!" An Yan shouted, her voice almost breaking.

Bo Leng laughed softly, "Dear Master Tu Long, this junior pays his respects. I was just joking earlier."

"Joking? Paying respects? I didn’t see any respect from you!" An Yan didn’t want to hurt him, she lifted her chin, "But now that you know me, the artifacts in that bag of yours, I’m taking them."

"The artifacts? I’d give them to you, but it’d be hard for me to explain."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "With this needle I have here, your life could end, and you wouldn’t have to explain anything."

Bo Leng leaned toward the needle tip voluntarily, "If you wanted my life, you would’ve taken it long ago, so why all the talk, right, Mu! An! Yan!"

An Yan looked at him in astonishment, her eyelashes quivering; no one had ever known the real identity behind Tu Long.

While she was dazed, Bo Leng grabbed her wrist, yanked the silver needle from her hand, and pinned her against the wall.

"I didn’t steal the artifacts."

Bo Leng explained.

An Yan frowned, "You knocked out the archaeologists."

"I had no choice, Sheng Yu has been kind to me, I had to save her. Also, she told me she was caught without having stolen anything."

"Alright, I’ll believe you one more time. But now, I’m taking those two artifacts."

Bo Leng released her hand, walked over to the desk, picked up the bag and handed it to An Yan, "Here, take it."

An Yan observed his composed expression; he didn’t seem to be lying.

Without any hesitation, she took the bag, removed the two artifacts to inspect them, and then packed them into her backpack, "When did you find out I was Tu Long?"

"Last night."

"At the club?"

"Yeah, I ran into you earlier on Antique Street."

An Yan thought for a moment, "So the reason I could easily buy the fake goods was all thanks to you?"

Bo Leng nodded.

An Yan quickly realized, "After you discovered I was Tu Long, you went to Fuhai and learned about my plan for tonight?"

"Yes."

"I could have taken all five artifacts, did you deliberately keep two of them?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Bo Leng gazed intensively at her, "Because I wanted to see you."

An Yan didn’t know why, but her heartbeat unexpectedly accelerated, and she involuntarily curled her fingers.

Bo Leng spoke slowly, "I know I’m not worthy of you, but I still want to try, because I have never felt this way about any woman before."

He took a deep breath, reaching towards his ear to remove the human skin mask.

Just then, a knocking sound erupted.

"Brother Leng! Brother Leng! Are you in there! Ou saw you come here!"

Bo Leng grabbed An Yan’s wrist, "Let’s hide inside."

The guest room wasn’t big, with no place to hide.

The restroom would be easily found.

Bo Leng’s eyes deepened, "Sorry about this."

He quickly removed An Yan’s wig cap and human skin mask, voice changer stickers, and tucked them into his trouser pocket.

He hung the backpack outside on an air conditioning unit outside the window.

He pointed at An Yan’s clothes, "You take them off first."

An Yan’s eyes widened.

Bo Leng looked anxious, "Bear with it for now, if you’re discovered, Uncle Xing will definitely not let you go. He has a team specialized in handling people. Even if you are Tu Long, admired throughout the industry, it won’t help. Those people are desperados. You’ve infringed on their interests, and they definitely won’t stop."

An Yan snorted coldly, "I’m not afraid of them at all."

Bo Leng nodded, "I know, but right now isn’t it just the two of us? We’re outnumbered, aren’t we?"

"Who’s ’us’?"

"Fine, then why don’t you call the police and capture Uncle Xing and his gang all at once? It’s because of someone you know, right? Someone important to you? Is it your husband?"

Her eyes reddened, Bo Leng’s every word, every single character, felt like it was hammering into her heart.

Bo Leng sighed, "Sorry."

Having said that, he bent down and fiercely kissed her red lips.

An Yan’s eyes widened instantly, and her heart violently trembled. She instinctively pushed against the man’s chest, but his arms tightly embraced her, immobilizing her, forcing her to accept this possessive kiss.

Bo Leng’s pent-up longing found an outlet in these past few days, his kiss becoming more assertive, plunging deep between her lips and tongue.

An Yan felt the kiss was both familiar and strange. Just as she was about to lose herself, the image of Fu Shiyan flashed through her mind.

She felt immense regret, and just as she was about to bite him, the man’s lips parted from hers.

He buried his head in her fair neck and bit down hard a few times, then swiftly unzipped her tracksuit with a swoosh.

Bo Leng fiercely slapped himself, then hoarsely said, "Go under the blanket. After this, you can punish me however you like."

The pounding at the door grew louder.

An Yan knew what he meant, and after giving him a fierce glare, she dived under the blanket.

Bo Leng ran into the bathroom, came back to the bed holding something, and with a flick of his finger, he smeared shower gel on the corner of her lips and in her hair.

Having experienced much in life, An Yan naturally understood what was happening.

She glared at him furiously, "Bo Leng, have you no shame!"

Bo Leng sniffed, "It smells pretty good."

"You have no shame!"

"Then you tell me, how do we explain not opening the door after being in the room for so long?" Bo Leng ruffled her hair. "Afterwards, you can deal with me however you want. Chopping me up and feeding me to dogs is also fine."

He took off his top, tossed it on the floor, exposing a muscular torso, which bore not only bullet scars but also knife and arrow wounds.

An Yan felt an inexplicable ache in her heart, unsure why she would feel this way.

How could she feel this for a man she had met just a few days ago?

How could she be fickle in her affections?

In that instant, she felt she was betraying her Ayan, covering her face with both hands, full of remorse.

Seeing the woman in distress, Bo Leng apologized, let out a light sigh, then turned to open the door.

This brief distance to the door, Bo Leng savored the taste of the woman’s lips, which brought him a sense of déjà vu, a feeling of having regained something lost, causing a faint ache in his heart.

He opened the door, and Sheng Yu was still posed as if to bang on the door.

"Brother Leng! Why are you here? What are you doing? Why haven’t you opened the door for so long!"

Bo Leng snapped coldly, "Am I a criminal?"

Sheng Yu choked, then noticing Bo Leng shirtless, her voice trembled, "You, what are you doing here? What are you doing?"

Bo Leng sneered, "What people do when they make love."

Sheng Yu violently pushed past him, rushing in, while Bo Leng watched the doorway at the other people, "Do you also want to come in and take a look?"

Naturally, the others didn’t intrude, as they all quite respected Bo Leng.

Bo Leng turned and walked in, seeing Sheng Yu’s fierce gaze fixed on the woman cocooned in the blanket, showing only her smooth shoulders and neck, her hair exceptionally messy and half-covering her face.

There were residues of an unidentified substance on the corners of her lips and in her hair.

Sheng Yu screamed loudly, wanting to rush at her, but Bo Leng grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground, "What are you trying to do!"