Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 308: His Memory Stays at the Stage of Falling in Love with Her

Chapter 308: Chapter 308: His Memory Stays at the Stage of Falling in Love with Her

The warm yellow of the streetlights streamed through the car window, casting the man’s handsome face in shadows of ambiguity.

He gazed at the woman’s charming eyes and brows, his fingertips lingering on her fair little face, his eyes brimming with tenderness.

An hour ago, when he opened his eyes again, he found that his memory had halted at the moment after he and An Yan had argued over Su Manxi, when he went to the mountain to find her and encountered Mu Qianfan.

He knew his memory couldn’t be fully restored, but he was grateful because his recollection stopped at the stage where he had already fallen in love with her.

Although there wasn’t enough trust at that time, leading to some misunderstandings, he still had the complete process of how the two of them came to be together.

An Yan filled him in on what happened afterward, which somewhat compensated for his lost memories.

Fu Shiyan smiled back at her, "Nervous, what should I do? Can you help me relax?"

An Yan glanced at Han Yang, who was driving.

Han Yang immediately raised the partition.

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, "Assistant Han is quite good at role-playing."

Role-playing?

An Yan wore a look of confusion.

Fu Shiyan teased her small nose, "Little crayfish, you’re both deaf and blind."

An Yan laughed, "Are you competing with a panda for bamboo?"

"Competing for bamboo?"

"Snatching shoots!"

The woman’s jet-black hair made her fair little face even more vivid and enticing, with two dimples at the corners of her lips adding a touch of mischief and slyness.

Fu Shiyan’s alluring chuckle resonated in her ears. He embraced her slender waist with one hand and tilted her chin up with the other, "There are nastier things than that."

He leaned forward and captured her flushed lips, his fingertips trailing down her neck to her black strap-fitted dress and slipping inside.

An Yan was kissed into a daze, suddenly feeling the dampness of unfolding pearls. Her hands weaved through his dark hair, "Don’t be like this."

Despite her refusal, her tender voice carried a hint of yielding.

Fu Shiyan looked up with a crooked smile, "Nasty, right?"

An Yan glared at him, "Nasty!"

"Hmm, let’s try something even nastier."

Fu Shiyan lifted her onto his lap, and before An Yan could react, his long fingers rolled her fitted dress up to her waist.

An Yan’s face flushed, trying to push it down, but the man caught both of her slender wrists.

"Stop messing around!" An Yan whispered urgently, worried that Han Yang might hear something.

Fu Shiyan’s gaze was deep as he guided her hands to encircle his neck.

He held her, changing positions so that she straddled his lap.

With his legs slightly spread, An Yan couldn’t bring hers together.

Leaning against the car seat, Fu Shiyan firmly grasped her waist and stared intently at the area below her waist’s pleats.

An Yan was both embarrassed and annoyed, "Why are you so annoying?"

She covered his eyes with her hands, and seeing his lips slightly curved, she felt a surge of mischief.

She leaned in, tracing her tongue meticulously over his lips, jawline, pronounced Adam’s apple, her restless hands slipping through the gaps of his shirt to stroke his solid abs.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice unusually husky, "Yanyan..."

He grasped An Yan’s wrists, moving them away, as the blood in his gaze deepened.

Just as he was about to pull her close for a proper kiss, An Yan pushed him away and flipped over to the adjacent seat.

An Yan glanced out of the corner of her eye, with a teasing laugh, "Hello! Second Master Fu!"

Fu Shiyan looked down, pursing his lips, "You little thing, you have quite the vengeful spirit."

An Yan’s lips curved in a rosy shade, "Thanks for the compliment."

Fu Shiyan’s eyes lingered on her lips, and he cleared his throat with a cough, "Don’t mention it."

Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of the Wanjiang Banquet.

Just as An Yan was about to push the door open to get out, the man caught hold of her arm.

She turned back with a puzzled look, and Fu Shiyan lightly tapped his own lips with his fingertip.

An Yan took out a makeup mirror from her handbag with suspicion, and saw in the reflection her lips were smudged beyond recognition, obviously having been kissed passionately.

An Yan glared at the man and hurriedly touched up her makeup.

Once she finished, she realized that Fu Shiyan had been smiling all the while precisely because of this.

An Yan felt this man was as shameless as ever.

She huffed and was about to push the door open.

"Wait."

An Yan turned back to look at him and saw Fu Shiyan getting out of the car, walking around the back of the vehicle, and opening the rear door on her side.

The gentleman extended his palm, "Mrs. Fu, do me the honor."

An Yan placed her delicate, snow-white hand on his, and he helped her out of the car.

Fu Shiyan put his arm around her waist and walked towards the hotel entrance.

Suddenly, he stopped, turned back to the approaching Han Yang, and said, "Assistant Han, you’ve worked hard these past five years."

Han Yang smiled lightly, "It wasn’t hard at all, just doing my duty."

Fu Shiyan grinned, "Take a week off, go on some blind dates."

During these five years, Han Yang really had worked tirelessly, without a single day off, and didn’t even have time to find a girlfriend.

Han Yang beamed, "Thank you, President Fu."

"Don’t mention it. You’ve been my and Yanyan’s assistant for so many years, it’s time you were promoted to vice president."

Han Yang laughed, "Actually, Chairman Mu’s compensation for me is already at a vice president’s level, I’m quite content."

Fu Shiyan’s lips curved, "This way, you can handle affairs more rightfully. When Yanyan and I are not at the company, we can leave everything in your hands."

Han Yang was especially moved, "Thank you for the trust of President Fu and Chairman Mu."

Watching the handsome couple’s retreating figures, Han Yang felt happy for Fu Shiyan’s return and An Yan’s patience finally paying off.

But his smile didn’t last long.

What did ’when Yanyan and I are not at the company’ mean?

Was he planning to be a hands-off boss?

Turns out, he was still a workhorse.

Han Yang’s mouth twitched, even after five years Fu Shiyan was just as insufferable!

He took a deep breath and quickly followed them.

Inside the banquet hall, everyone was surrounding Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan, presenting their gifts.

Shares in various companies, ships, villas, estates, amusement parks, candy stores, ice cream shops, robots, and so on.

But Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan were already bored with these gifts, though their good upbringing still made them smile politely and accept the adults’ sincere blessings.

Fu Jinyan whispered, "Brother, of all these gifts, my favorites are the handmade lollipop from Mianmian and the ceramic cup from Brother Lu Jun."

Fu Mu’an glanced at him, "Mianmian seems to have given me one too, why did you hoard them all?"

Fu Jinyan, sucking on the lollipop, replied, "This is all to prevent you from getting cavities, brother. See how good I am to you!"

Fu Mu’an: "..."

Just then, he saw Zhou Ziqiao walking in alone, her eyes red, without Mu Shaoze accompanying her.

Originally wanting to complain, he held back the thought as Auntie Ziqiao seemed very unhappy.

Zhou Ziqiao greeted the members of the Mu family.

Xu Wanqing asked, "Where’s Shaoze?"

Zhou Ziqiao made up an excuse, smiling, "He’s parking the car."

Xu Wanqing naturally knew that wasn’t the case. Zhou Ziqiao was quite fond of Mu Shaoze, she wouldn’t have started without him.

But not knowing the situation, she didn’t say much.

Zhou Ziqiao smiled, "Auntie, I’ll go give gifts to Anan and Yanyan."

Xu Wanqing responded with a smile but sighed softly as she watched Zhou Ziqiao’s retreating figure.

The girl had it tough, running all over the place with Mu Shaoze these past few years.

Even though they were engaged, it seemed Shaoze’s heart was not with her.

Zhou Ziqiao came to the two little ones, took out two beautifully wrapped gift boxes from her handbag, and said, "Happy birthday, Anan and Yanyan! Here are gifts from Auntie."

The two young boys accepted the gifts and thanked her.

Zhou Ziqiao asked, "Where’s your mom? She hasn’t replied to my messages."

Fu Mu’an shrugged, "We’ve been out of touch with her for more than 24 hours. We asked our uncles, and they don’t know either. But judging by their attitude, since they’re not worried about mom’s safety, it means she must be safe."

Zhou Ziqiao playfully flicked his little nose, "You’re so clever."

Just then, Fu Jinyan, who was enjoying his lollipop, looked towards the entrance of the banquet hall, his eyes lighting up, "Brother, mom’s here!"