Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 297: Letting You Experience What It Means to Be So Real It Can’t Be Any Truer

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: Letting You Experience What It Means to Be So Real It Can’t Be Any Truer

Bi Zhan and Bi Chong moved the heavy coffin lid aside and saw An Yan sitting up, both of them let out a sigh of relief.

But when they saw the man who sat up, the two were so surprised that their mouths hung open.

Bi Chong’s mouth twitched violently, "Bro, hit me. I think I’m seeing a ghost."

Without hesitation, Bi Zhan gave Bi Chong a hard slap, "Does it hurt?"

"Hurts like hell!"

Bi Zhan suddenly laughed, "Then it’s real."

An Yan propped herself up on the edge of the coffin and reached out her hand to Fu Shiyan, "Ayan, we’re saved."

Fu Shiyan took her hand and stood up.

He looked at Bi Zhan and Bi Chong with no recognition, "Hello, I’m Fu Shiyan."

For the past five years, he had been using the name Bo Leng.

At this moment, he officially introduced himself to others with his real name.

Fu Shiyan.

The feeling was contradictory, foreign yet familiar.

Bi Chong and the others knew that if Fu Shiyan was found, he would be amnesiac, so they were not surprised by this.

What surprised them was that after several years, they could still see him again.

To be honest, they thought the chances of finding Fu Shiyan were very slim, but they couldn’t say this in front of An Yan.

Bi Chong’s eyes reddened, "Hello, brother-in-law. I am An Yan’s brother, Bi Chong."

Bi Zhan was equally excited, "Hello, brother-in-law. I am An Yan’s brother, Bi Zhan."

An Yan looked at Fu Shiyan and curved her lips slightly, "Let’s go up."

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Okay."

Bi Zhan reached out his hand to An Yan, "Let me pull you up."

An Yan looked at the man’s hand covered in soil, feeling moved – how desperate he must have been to dig through the earth with his bare hands.

Fu Shiyan leaped up from the edge of the pit with ease and smiled at Bi Zhan, "I can manage. Thank you."

He bent down, lifted An Yan out, and helped brush the dust off her body.

Bi Zhan and Bi Chong exchanged smiles, and Bi Chong whispered, "Even with lost memory, the nature remains unchanged, petty as ever. Just like a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit."

Bi Zhan smacked him hard on the back of his head, "I think your head has only grown hair in these five years."

Bi Chong glared at him, "What do you mean?"

"No brains!" Bi Zhan glanced at him and turned his head to ask An Yan, "Who locked you two inside?"

An Yan said, "Led by Sheng Xing, a group of tomb robbers. They are now at the underground auction in Jinse Clubhouse, having enclosed the place. Ayan and I went to find my phone and the man who buried us."

Bi Zhan nodded, "We’ll see at the auction. You guys stay safe."

An Yan agreed.

Bi Zhan looked at Fu Shiyan and extended his fist, "I’m glad to see you again."

Fu Shiyan smiled lightly and lifted his fist to touch Bi Zhan’s lightly, "Thank you for not giving up on me over the years."

Bi Chong also raised his fist, his smile genuine, "Who else are we if not family!"

The reunion after five years made everyone’s heart swell with emotion.

The return of Fu Shiyan made the Fu Family, the Mu Family, and the Bi Family complete.

In the night, Fu Shiyan and An Yan drove towards the old alleyway, while Bi Zhan and Bi Chong led people straight to Jinse Clubhouse.

An Yan gazed at the man driving, not willing to blink.

Fu Shiyan glanced sideways at her, looking into her affectionate eyes, "I won’t disappear again, don’t be afraid."

An Yan still fixed her gaze on him, "You don’t know how many nights you’ve been in my dreams, only to vanish upon waking. Like the moon’s reflection on water, a flower in a mirror. I was so scared. Scared that I wouldn’t dream of you, yet more scared that after dreaming of you, you’d disappear again."

Hearing this, Fu Shiyan felt a pang of heartache, "From now on, every night I will hold you as we fall asleep, and in the morning you will wake up in my arms."

Unable to hold back her tears, An Yan’s voice choked, "It just feels too unreal."

"That’s my fault."

"Hm?" An Yan looked at him, deer-like eyes brimming with tears.

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "I didn’t give you enough just now, but after we deal with these scum, I’ll make you feel what it’s like to be truly and undeniably real."

An Yan burst into laughter, raised her hand, and lightly patted his arm, "You’re so annoying!"

"Annoying you into liking me, loving me without getting tired."

An Yan pursed her lips, smiling, then called out his name, "Fu Shiyan!"

"Hmm?"

"Fu Shiyan!"

"I’m here."

"Fu Shiyan!"

"I will always be here from now on."

"Fu Shiyan!"

"I will always be with you."

Fu Shiyan clasped her hand, interlocking their fingers, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

To love someone, it is impossible to hide it in one’s eyes.

Even with memory loss, that habitual action doesn’t change.

An hour later, the car stopped in an old alleyway.

The alley was narrow, and the car could not pass through, so Fu Shiyan and An Yan got out and walked hand in hand.

The old street was chaotic, with many women engaged in the flesh trade.

Without thinking, Chen Qiang must have come here for women.

Fu Shiyan and An Yan went up the stairs to the third floor.

The houses here all faced south, with an open corridor thirty meters apart between the two staircases.

Because they were all rental properties, no one cleaned them regularly, so they were very filthy and disordered.

The two stopped in front of a rusty iron door.

The couple inside was probably too eager to close the door after rushing in, and exaggerated moans from a man and a woman could be heard from inside.

Suddenly, the man let out a low growl, and then all was silent.

He sneered, "You have no idea, I met a stunning beauty tonight, pity I didn’t get her."

The woman’s voice was sultry, "Being beautiful doesn’t mean she can serve you like I can. Brother Qiang, when will you come next time?"

The man laughed, "Next time? Why not go for another round right now?"

"Sure!"

Creak!

The door was pushed open.

Fu Shiyan stood at the door and saw two naked bodies lying on a worn wooden bed.

The woman screamed and snatched a blanket to wrap around her body.

Chen Qiang jumped up, "Who the fuck are you? How dare you disturb my good time!"

Fu Shiyan said coldly, "Get lost."

The woman had never seen such a handsome man before, but she felt he was not someone to provoke, and hurriedly ran out without even putting on her shoes.

Fu Shiyan looked back, "Don’t come in yet, it would insult your eyes."

An Yan nodded and obediently stood outside the door.

Fu Shiyan walked in, and Chen Qiang had already pulled on his boxer briefs, now holding a knife in his hand.

Fu Shiyan saw the knife stained with blood—it was An Yan’s blood.

Rage and malice filled his narrowed eyes.

Chen Qiang didn’t recognize the man before him; he couldn’t recall ever having a feud with him.

He felt intimidated, "Who the hell are you!"

Fu Shiyan didn’t answer him. His handsome face was covered with a frightening chill, and his sharp jawline expressed a deadly silence. He approached the man step by step, like a war god stepping over a trail of corpses.

Chen Qiang knew this did not bode well and yelled as if to psych himself up, raising the knife towards Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan simply grabbed his wrist and twisted it forcefully.

The knife clattered to the ground, accompanied by a snapping sound.

Chen Qiang’s wrist was broken.

Instantly, cold sweat beaded his forehead, and he howled in pain, "I’ve done nothing to you, why are you hitting me?"

Fu Shiyan’s gaze was cold as a razor blade, sending shivers down the man’s spine.

Without wasting any words, Fu Shiyan’s punches fell, showing no mercy.

Soon, the cries of agony stopped.

Fu Shiyan looked down at the man who was gasping for air on the floor, took a cigarette box out of his pocket, shook out a cigarette and lit it, smoke shrouding his face.

Chen Qiang barely opened his eyes, which were reduced to slits. He truly did not recognize this man.

No, that wasn’t right. The clothes were strangely familiar.

He suddenly remembered the man he had seen on the deserted lands of the Western Suburbs.

Bo Leng!