Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 302: Because I Want to Honor You in a Special Way

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Because I Want to Honor You in a Special Way

Fu Shiyan’s complexion grew dark, and he pressed on his brow bone.

Fu Jinqiao continued, "This President Jin, quite young at only twenty-eight years old, knows about Younger Auntie’s situation, and doesn’t mind the two little ones. I think such a good man is really rare."

Mu Qianfan nudged Fu Jinqiao with his elbow, "Your skewers have gotten cold."

Fu Jinqiao uttered "oh," picked up a skewer and began to eat as she spoke, "Younger Uncle, you have no idea. Anan and Yanyan also saw President Jin’s photo and agree with Younger Auntie finding another partner."

Mu Qianfan directly stuffed a skewered piece of bread in her mouth, "Eat more, you’re too thin!"

Fu Jinqiao was about to say that she had already gained five pounds, when she saw Mu Qianfan giving her meaningful eye signals relentlessly.

She knew she had talked too much and stuck out her tongue, "I’m sorry, Younger Uncle."

Fu Shiyan shook his head, "It’s my fault. I’ve made Yanyan suffer, deprived the children of fatherly love and companionship, and caused you all to worry. I’m sorry."

Mu Qianfan looked at him, "Don’t blame yourself, blame the world that always has its share of villains, of self-centered people. Old Dog Fu, take good care of yourself and don’t let Little Five and the children lose you again."

Fu Shiyan nodded, "I understand."

He looked at Fu Jinqiao, "Thank you, Jinqiao. If it weren’t for you getting Yanyan to join the archaeological dig, who knows when we would have met again. Maybe not even after another five years. Thank you."

Fu Shiyan picked up a bottle of liquor and downed it in one shot. He grabbed another bottle and looked at Mu Qianfan, "Yanyan told me about the hardships you all went through trying to find me these past five years. Third Brother, this bottle is to you."

Mu Qianfan, looking at the empty bottle Fu Shiyan had placed back on the table, also picked up one, "Actually, I’ve resented you before, always wondering why out of so many people in the world, it had to be you to do this. Later, Little Five told me that if it wasn’t Fu Shiyan, it would have been someone else. They are also someone’s sons, husbands, and fathers. This is a kind of responsibility. You are not just Ayan to her alone. So while I resented you, I also admired you. After all, not everyone has such capacity, such courage; not everyone is Fu Shiyan! Old Dog Fu, this bottle is to return the toast!"

They were not being melodramatic, but they didn’t shy away from expressing any genuine emotion either.

The four of them finished two packs of beer and then drank two more.

Fu Jinqiao, who couldn’t hold her liquor, had already collapsed on the table.

An Yan looked at Mu Qianfan, "Jinqiao has had too much to drink. You take her back to the hotel first."

Mu Qianfan nodded, "What about you guys?"

An Yan held Fu Shiyan’s hand, "Ayan and I are going to the police station to retrieve the necklace."

Mu Qianfan picked up Fu Jinqiao, took a taxi back to the hotel where An Yan was staying, while An Yan and Fu Shiyan took a taxi to the police station, leaving Fu Shiyan’s car alone on the riverbank, blowing in the night wind.

Because Sheng Xing was arrested, the villa he owned in the suburbs was also sealed off overnight, and all items were recorded in the register.

An Yan had Bi Zhan call the chief during dinner, saying her necklace was stolen and she wanted to retrieve it.

Upon receiving the imperial decree, Bi Zhan immediately followed suit and contacted the chief of the Sucheng police.

Without a word, the chief had the officers find the necklace and send it to the police station.

When An Yan and Fu Shiyan arrived at the police station, the chief was standing at the entrance, holding a bag of evidence in his hand.

He thanked them profusely, saying that without their help tonight, capturing a fugitive like Sheng Xing once he escaped would have been very difficult.

An Yan exchanged pleasantries with him, took the bag of evidence, and left with Fu Shiyan.

Together they strolled down the street, savoring the long-missed intimacy.

Fu Shiyan walked forward, holding her. "Tonight is the first time in five years I’ve walked among people with this face."

An Yan looked at him with tender eyes, filled with pity, "From now on, you’ll show yourself to the world with this face."

Fu Shiyan responded with a smile, saying it was good.

As they passed a pharmacy, Fu Shiyan asked An Yan to wait outside for a moment.

Not long after, he emerged with a small paper bag, then ducked into the supermarket next door.

An Yan naturally knew what he had gone to buy.

Soon, Fu Shiyan came out of the supermarket.

Seeing him carrying two bags, one a small paper bag from the pharmacy and the other a transparent plastic bag from the supermarket, An Yan was a bit surprised, "You bought beer again?"

Fu Shiyan nodded, "I haven’t made a toast to you yet tonight. Because I wanted to do it in a special way."

"A special way? How do you toast?"

Fu Shiyan’s lips curved up, "First, a toast to honor."

An Yan gave him a glare, "Fu Shiyan! You have no shame!"

Fu Shiyan lightly clicked his tongue, "I meant it as one syllable, it was you who thought it was four syllables, don’t blame me."

An Yan wanted to hit him, but Fu Shiyan easily dodged.

They chased each other down the long street, laughing all the while.

Suddenly, Fu Shiyan turned around, and An Yan crashed into his embrace.

The street lamps and neon lights illuminated the man’s deep eyes, and An Yan saw her own reflection in his dark pupils, enjoying the sensation.

Fu Shiyan’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, his voice hoarse, "Let’s go back."

"First to toast and then..."

An Yan bashfully covered the man’s lips, "No talking allowed."

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, uttering two words that lightly floated into her ear.

He wrapped his arms around her as they stood by the street, hailing a taxi back to the hotel.

Upon entering the room, An Yan placed the key card into the slot, instantly brightening the lights inside.

The hotel had a lot of character, with each room featuring a small balcony.

Fu Shiyan held An Yan’s hand to the balcony, setting the bag on the round table, and they sat side by side.

Fu Shiyan opened two bottles of beer, and taking one, he said, "Yanyan, this bottle is for you. Thank you for not giving up on me all these years, for always waiting for me. Although I have amnesia now, and the effects may be poor after injecting the antidote, I will strive to become a good husband and a good father to our two children."

An Yan, smiling, picked up the other bottle and gently clinked it against his, "I know, I believe."

They emptied the bottles in one gulp, leaning on each other as they admired the moon.

At some point, the stars in An Yan’s eyes turned into the flawless handsome face of the man.

Fu Shiyan turned her face towards his and kissed her lips.

His lips tasted faintly of tobacco and the slightly bitter flavor of beer, enveloping An Yan completely, seeping into her flesh and blood.

An Yan wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, letting him kiss her.

After a long intermingling of breaths, Fu Shiyan spoke with a hoarse voice, "Help me put on the necklace."

Remembering that the necklace had been touched or worn by Sheng Yu, An Yan said, "Then I’ll clean it before putting it on you."

Fu Shiyan agreed with a laugh, picking An Yan up horizontally, "Then let’s wash, and then put it on."

An Yan always felt that his words were suggestive—what to wash and what to wear?

She realized that whenever she encountered Fu Shiyan, there were no reds oranges yellows greens blues or purples left in her mind.

Only...

As she was lost in thought, she was already brought into the bathroom by Fu Shiyan and pressed against the tiled wall.

The expected chill didn’t come, and An Yan felt only the warmth of his palms on her back.

Fu Shiyan asked, "Where’s the necklace?"

An Yan took out the evidence bag from her trouser pocket and unwrapped the bullet pendant necklace.

Fu Shiyan’s lips formed a roguish smile, "Now we can wash it."

The knob was turned, and warm water sprayed out from the showerhead.