Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 307 How Much Memory Will Recover

Chapter 307: Chapter 307 How Much Memory Will Recover

After the plane landed, An Yan and Fu Shiyan headed to the experimental base, while the others went to the Mu Family.

An Yan glanced at the man sitting in the passenger seat, "Why do I feel you’re so nervous?"

Fu Shiyan licked his lips, "Not nervous."

"If you’re nervous, just say it, I won’t laugh at you."

Fu Shiyan took a deep breath, "Maybe a little."

An Yan looked forward, "Ayan, don’t put too much psychological pressure on yourself, whatever you can remember is enough."

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Okay."

Because the experimental base was quite remote, it took an hour to reach there by car.

The laboratory staff were shocked to see An Yan bring Fu Shiyan, who hadn’t been seen for a long time.

An Yan said unabashedly, "This is my husband, Fu Shiyan."

"Hello, Mr. Fu."

"Hello, Mr. Fu."

...

On the way to the laboratory, Fu Shiyan heard dozens of "Hello, Mr. Fu."

An Yan opened the door and made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Fu, please come in."

Fu Shiyan took a deep breath and stepped in.

The lab was filled with advanced experimental equipment and instruments, as several staff in white coats were analyzing data.

Fu Shiyan entered, and they all bowed respectfully.

An Yan smiled lightly and led Fu Shiyan to a door made of gleaming metal.

There was an iris scanner beside the metal door.

An Yan stood in front of the scanner to be scanned.

With a beep, the metal door opened.

An Yan led Fu Shiyan inside, and the door closed automatically.

"This is an experimental room, specifically for human experiments. After you were injected with this kind of drug, your elder brother brought back the remaining drugs. We analyzed and discovered that it contains substances that disrupt neural functions. The Ming Organization originally developed this drug not to cause amnesia, but to kill people. You received a lower dose, so you only lost your memory. We feared that the Ming Organization might use this drug massively, so we developed an antidote, and the experimental effect is very good."

"Has the Ming Organization been eradicated?"

An Yan nodded, "It’s completely dealt with."

She patted the experimental table, "Get on here, let me serve you."

Fu Shiyan chuckled and rolled up his sleeves, lying on the experimental table.

An Yan put on medical gloves, took out a syringe and a brown sealed vial from a medical freezer.

She pierced the syringe needle into the rubber seal of the sealed vial to extract the brown liquid, expelled the air, and stood in front of the experimental table.

"Ready?"

Fu Shiyan hummed, "Ready."

The sharp needle was inserted into the man’s vein, and not until the entire brown liquid in the syringe was injected was the needle withdrawn.

An Yan held the man’s hand, lightly biting her lower lip.

Saying she wasn’t nervous was impossible.

Seeing that Fu Shiyan had fallen into a light sleep, An Yan finally let out a long sigh of relief.

After the recovery drug was injected, the patient would enter light sleep and deep sleep, during which the memory would begin to repair.

For the patient, it was like experiencing a fast-forward dream.

This process lasted about two hours.

As time slowly ticked by, An Yan pursed her lips.

For the annual birthday banquet of the two little ones, the Fu Family, Mu Family, and Bi Family would hold it at the Wanjiang Banquet Hall.

On those days, Wanjiang Banquet Hall would be closed to the public.

Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan, dressed in black suits, bow ties, and shiny leather shoes, walked into the banquet hall.

Fu Mu’an examined the layout of the venue, especially the 2.5-meter-tall Ultraman cutout board, and frowned slightly, "Uncle’s taste really leaves much to be desired, only little kids would like Ultraman."

Fu Jinyan rubbed his chin, "I remember Uncle asking me one day what boys like."

Fu Mu’an raised an eyebrow, "So it’s you who likes Ultraman? You believe in light?"

Fu Jinyan shrugged, "Of course I don’t like it. I thought he was going to buy it for another kid, so I told him what the boys in our class like. Who knew he would arrange an Ultraman-themed birthday party for us. After all, it’s always Mom who organizes the themes for our birthday parties each year."

Fu Mu’an sighed, "Mom has been out of contact for 24 hours, I’m a bit worried about her."

Fu Jinyan blinked, "Maybe Mom went to get our birthday presents. Could this year be a big surprise?"

Fu Mu’an glanced at him, "What kind of surprise could there be? What haven’t we eaten, seen, or played with before?"

"Isn’t Mom on an archaeological trip with Sister Jinqiao? Maybe she’ll bring us back an ancient corpse."

Fu Mu’an felt particularly speechless and didn’t want to talk anymore, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking forward.

Suddenly, he felt light as air, and Mu Shaoci lifted him up, "At such a young age, you’re already acting so old-fashioned?"

Fu Mu’an seriously said, "Mom says I take after Dad."

Fu Jinyan rolled his eyes, "This kid, my brother, always pretends in front of Mom to gain her favor. Sadly, I don’t look like Dad, so even if I tried to act cutely till my legs broke, I wouldn’t be as favored by Mom as he is."

Mu Boyan lifted him up and pinched his little nose, "You all talk like adults despite being so young. You say your brother has a hundred wits, but I think you have a thousand."

Fu Jinyan laughed and pressed his face against the man’s cheek, "Uncle, has mom contacted you yet?"

Mu Boyan gently shook his head, "No, even your third uncle and aunt can’t be reached."

Fu Jinyan frowned deeply, "Could something have happened? What about the fourth uncle?"

Mu Boyan replied, "He went to pick someone up at the airport, he’ll be here soon." Fu Jinyan’s eyes twinkled mischievously, "Is it Auntie Pig Demon?"

Fu Mu’an corrected him, "It’s Auntie Ziqiao."

Fu Jinyan scorned him, "You’re such a brown-noser!"

Fu Mu’an hummed lightly, "If Auntie Ziqiao becomes your fourth aunt one day, just wait for your fourth uncle to spank you."

Fu Jinyan smoothed his jet-black hair, "It’s okay, if he dares to spank me, I’ll cut my hair during the New Year."

Mu Shaoci: "..."

Mu Boyan: "..."

Can we still keep this nephew?

Can we throw him out?

At that moment, Su Yue and Si Heng entered the banquet hall with little Si Mian.

Upon seeing the two, Si Mian’s big, round eyes sparkled, and her short legs floundered on the ground, "Brother! Brother!"

Fu Jinyan patted Mu Boyan, "Uncle, let me down quick, my little fan girl is here."

Fu Jinyan ran towards Si Mian, "Mianmian, you came!"

Si Mian, just three years old with her hair in braids and big eyes set in her chubby face, had a tiny mouth looking adorably like a mini Si Heng.

Si Mian let go of her parents’ hands and hugged Fu Jinyan, "Brother Yanyan is so handsome! Mianmian wishes brother a happy birthday!"

"Thanks, Mianmian, brother will take you to eat cake."

Mianmian’s eyes curved happily, "Mianmian also wants to wish Brother Anan a happy birthday."

Fu Jinyan glanced back at Fu Mu’an who was approaching with his hands in his pockets, he grabbed Si Mian’s little chubby hand, "No need, it’s enough if you say it to me."

"Oh."

Before Fu Mu’an could reach them, Fu Jinyan had already walked away with Si Mian.

Fu Mu’an: "..."

What kind of crappy brother is this!

Fu Mu’an watched Fu Jinyan’s smug back, wondering how he could tell Auntie Ziqiao that Jinyan called her Pig Demon when she arrived.

Miss Pig Demon, at that moment, had just gotten off the plane. She was holding her phone up on a selfie stick, acting cute, "Goodbye, guys! My friend came to pick me up! I’ll eat something delicious tonight and send you pictures! Bye!"

Zhou Ziqiao put her phone stand into her AY handbag and then took out her compact mirror to apply some lipstick.

"Tsk, nice! I’m definitely going to conquer you tonight!"

Ziqiao walked out swaying seductively and saw a silver-haired man looking at her with raised eyebrows.

She pursed her lips shyly and approached, "Shaoze."

Mu Shaoze stood with his hands in his pockets, his tone neutral, "Let’s go, the birthday banquet is about to start." After saying that, he turned and walked briskly away.

Ziqiao hurried to keep up, "Shaoze, what do you think of me today?"

Mu Shaoze suddenly stopped, turned sideways and framed his hands like a camera, "Click, it’s not as good looking as that meme."

Ziqiao pouted, "Mu Shaoze!"

"Shh!" Mu Shaoze’s long finger rose to his lips, "I said just one thing, and your fake ladylike image crumbled. What would my parents think of you now."

Ziqiao’s eyes turned red, "I’ve been chasing you for years, don’t you feel anything at all?"

Mu Shaoze touched her tears with his fingertips, "You know I hate it when women cry, and I hate being controlled too."

Ziqiao curled her fingers, "Are you still blaming that night? I told you it wasn’t my scheme."

"If not you, then who?" Mu Shaoze grasped her chin, "Taking my first kiss, my first night, wasn’t it all you? Now who are you playing the victim for?"

Ziqiao trembled, "He Xiyue set you up, I like you, so I didn’t want to see you with her."

Mu Shaoze’s eyes darkened, "Don’t throw dirt on Xiyue, she would never stoop to such things."

Ziqiao wiped her tears, "Right, she doesn’t need to, she just snaps her fingers, and you willingly go to her."

Mu Shaoze infuriated, what did she mean with ’snapping fingers’, and he would just go?

He said sternly, "I’m about to get engaged to you, what more do you want?"

"He Xiyue is preparing to return to the country, she got divorced; my cousin fought her divorce case." Zhou Ziqiao saw a moment of shock on Mu Shaoze’s face, feeling utterly despairing inside.

After speaking, she walked straight to the exit.

Mu Shaoze was stunned for a while before realizing, and by the time he did, he saw Zhou Ziqiao had already hailed a taxi and left.

He furrowed his brows tightly, his lips pressed into a straight line.

He hurried out of the terminal building and drove away.

Meanwhile, in another car, Zhou Ziqiao sent a message to An Yan.

"An Yan, are you in the banquet hall?"

At that moment, An Yan was adjusting Fu Shiyan’s tie.

Her lips slightly curled, "Mr. Fu, are you nervous now?"