Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 294: Because An Yan is His Wife

Chapter 294: Chapter 294: Because An Yan is His Wife

The warm light enveloped the room, turning what should have been an intimate atmosphere into one of tense confrontation.

Fu Shiyan’s large hand gripped tightly around Sheng Yu’s neck, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The latter tilted her head back, her complexion turning red, her eyes filled with bloodshot veins. She kept hitting the man’s arm, a strong sense of suffocation sweeping over her as darkness began to encroach on her vision.

Fu Shiyan suddenly flung her to the ground, jumped off the bed, and looked down at her from above.

The man’s flawless face was extremely gloomy, like the cold wind of deep winter mixed with ice particles crashing down. The tumultuous waves in his eyes seemed to wish they could tear the woman in front of him into thousands of pieces.

"How could you?" Sheng Yu had not expected that Fu Shiyan would remain unaffected after drinking the tea.

Fu Shiyan snorted coldly, "You guard against me, naturally, I must guard against you. Before entering this room, I had already taken a Detox Pill."

Sheng Yu had never imagined that the Detox Pill would work miracles!

Fu Shiyan’s eyes were coldly detached, "You always knew who I was, yet you took advantage of my memory loss to separate me from my family for five years! You used the excuse of tomb robbing, making me wear a Human Skin Mask and magnetic patches to alter my voice, even covering my fingertips to prevent fingerprint leaks. You said it was to avoid police investigation, but in reality, you were worried my family would find me!"

All their supposed goodwill was just an excuse to keep him from leaving.

In an instant, all the lies were punctured.

Sheng Yu gasped for air, watching Fu Shiyan fill with a thick murderous intent, and backed away in terror until her back hit the cold wall.

Fu Shiyan asked, "Sheng Xing wants you to inject me with the drug again, and I would forget everything all over again. What does this mean? Are you worried about my regaining my memory, that you had injected me with something before? Was my previous memory loss caused by you?"

Sheng Yu shook her head, "No, no, it wasn’t us who caused your initial memory loss. We only found out you had amnesia after you woke up. Later, fearing you would regain your memory, we injected you with an amnesia drug."

Fu Shiyan narrowed his dark eyes, "How can you be so shameless!"

Her voice trembling, "At the very least, at the very least I saved you. Without me, you would have died at sea long ago!"

Fu Shiyan scoffed, "Without your rescue, my family would have found me! On the contrary, you obstructed their efforts to find me!"

Sheng Yu rasped in rebuttal, "That’s all speculation! Without me, you definitely would have died!"

"You are also speculating. Without you, I wouldn’t have died. My family would definitely have found me!" Fu Shiyan was tired of arguing with her, "These five years, your so-called lifesaving grace disappeared the moment you left me behind. From now on, I, Fu Shiyan, owe you no favors!"

Sheng Yu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he wasn’t going to annihilate her completely.

"However, the account with Mu Anyan is not closed yet!"

Sheng Yu listened in shock to the man’s ruthless words, recalling her dealings with Mu Anyan in Banqiao Town.

She subconsciously clenched her fists, "You can’t, you can’t treat me like this!"

Fu Shiyan took out his phone to look for An Yan’s location, but An Yan’s phone had a strong firewall protection, making it impossible to locate.

He took Sheng Yu’s phone instead, noted down the call she had just made, and then began to track the location.

When Sheng Yu saw him locating the driver and bringing up Mu Anyan again, she quickly realized, "Are you implying that the woman in the car isn’t someone else, but Mu Anyan? So, from the beginning, there was no other woman but Mu Anyan?"

Fu Shiyan didn’t deny it.

At that moment, Sheng Yu felt particularly defeated, letting out a hysterical scream and rushing at Fu Shiyan.

She wanted to stop him from finding Mu Anyan, she wanted that despicable woman to become a corpse, she wanted Fu Shiyan to suffer for a lifetime!

Fu Shiyan swiftly lifted his eyelid and kicked her away with his foot.

With a loud bang,

Sheng Yu was kicked against the wall, then heavily smashed into the floor, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

She curled up, speaking intermittently, "Why, why do you still, still love her even though you lost your memory?"

Fu Shiyan smashed Sheng Yu’s phone onto the ground, shattering it into pieces.

He ground it under the heel of his shoe thoroughly.

He said, word by word, "Because she is Mu Anyan! Even if I have lost my memory, the first time I meet her, I would still fall in love with her."

Listening to Fu Shiyan declare his love for Mu Anyan, not just liking, brought a bitter taste to Sheng Yu’s heart.

She was unwilling, oh so unwilling.

She was so enraged that she spewed out another mouthful of bright red blood.

Fu Shiyan used the long dress on the ground to tie Sheng Yu’s hands and feet behind her back.

Sheng Yu’s entire body was folded into an O-shape.

Fu Shiyan then stuffed a towel into her mouth.

He coldly said, "It’s not that I’m sparing you, but I’m bringing An Yan back to deal with you personally!"

After speaking, he picked up the human skin mask on the bed, turned around, and walked into the bathroom. He washed the fingers that had touched Sheng Yu over and over again, then put on the mask and left.

Sheng Yu listened to the slamming of the door, her eyes blood-red as if crying tears of blood.

She wanted to break free from these restraints, but she was powerless. She struggled to crawl toward the door.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but she finally managed to reach the door.

She banged her head against the door panel, trying to attract someone’s attention.

Yet outside, when tomb robbers passed by, they snickered, commenting that the situation inside was too intense.

Sheng Yu was furious, her liver about to explode with rage. She could only keep banging her head, hoping someone sensible would notice something was wrong.

...

Fu Shiyan left the clubhouse quickly and drove towards the Western Suburbs.

Anxious, he had no idea what An Yan’s situation was at the moment.

He finally understood why his heart had raced when he saw her the first time, why he had felt that mix of pain, sourness, and love.

Because An Yan was his wife.

He floored the accelerator, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. He couldn’t let anything happen to her.

...

The icy moonlight covered the deserted area of the Western Suburbs, making it look especially cold and desolate.

The taxi stopped beside a large tree. Chen Qiang, the driver, whistled as he got out of the car.

He opened the rear door and looked at An Yan, who was lying motionless on the back seat, unconscious.

Since Sheng Xing had instructed him to handle this woman, he had taken a detox pill before getting into the car.

As soon as she got in the car, he locked the doors and windows and released the Soul-Confusing Fragrance.

This was their tomb robbers’ specific Soul-Confusing Fragrance, extremely potent.

In the culinary world, there’s a "drop of fragrance," in the tomb-robbing world, a "whiff makes one unconscious."

Without taking a detox pill beforehand, just one whiff, and you’re guaranteed to pass out, no exceptions.

However, this woman was incredibly resilient. Even after being affected by the fragrance, she tried to attack him.

Luckily, the cab’s driver’s section had a protective net installed, or he would have been beaten up.

She even elbowed the car window, finally collapsing from exhaustion.

Chen Qiang carried An Yan out and placed her on the ground.

He took a shovel from the trunk and started digging a hole while humming a tune.

After digging about a meter deep, a dark, pitch-black coffin became visible.

Using all his strength, he moved the coffin lid aside, caught his breath with his hands on his waist and walked over to An Yan’s side. Just as he was about to bend down and pick her up to throw her into the coffin, he noticed she was quite beautiful.

He swallowed his saliva, feeling his body heat up.

He thought, why not have some fun first, then throw her in?

But, she was unresponsive, almost like a dead body.

These things needed some interaction, after all.

He took out two small bottles from his pocket, crouched down, and poured out a white pill from one of the bottles into An Yan’s mouth. Then he opened the other bottle and shook it in front of her nose.

After doing all this, he tightly capped the bottles and put them back in his pocket, rubbing his hands together.

Soon, An Yan furrowed her brows and slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she saw the sleazy face of the man in front of her, she instinctively tried to punch him, but she was too weak. Her arm had just lifted when it fell back down.

The man laughed lewdly, "No problem, as long as there’s some reaction. Come on, pretty girl."

He stood up and started undressing.

Just then, a beam of bright light hit his face, so blinding he couldn’t open his eyes.

He swore under his breath, quickly pulling out a switchblade from his pocket, grabbing An Yan, and placing the knife against her neck.