Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 311: Going to Have a Younger Brother or Sister?

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Going to Have a Younger Brother or Sister?

He Xiyue’s sweet voice rang out, "Shaoze, I’m arriving at Jiangcheng Airport tomorrow night. Can you come pick me up?"

Mu Shaoze furrowed his brows, "Sorry, I already have a fiancée, and she might misunderstand."

"Shaoze," He Xiyue cried pitifully, "I only have my sick mother left in Hua Country. Relatives and friends don’t come around either. If you ignore me again, I really wouldn’t know who to turn to. Last night, Chen Duo hit me again."

"Weren’t you divorced?"

"Yes, we were divorced, but he was angry because he lost the lawsuit, so he came to my apartment and hit me."

Mu Shaoze frowned, "Then did you call the police?"

"No, I don’t want to have any more entanglements with him. Shaoze, can you come to pick me up tomorrow night?"

Mu Shaoze hummed a response, "Send me your flight number, I’ll be there on time."

After hanging up the phone, he downed the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

His suit jacket was tugged, and as he glanced down, Fu Jinyan asked, "Uncle Four, where did Auntie Pig Demon go?"

Auntie Pig Demon?

Mu Shaoze laughed and pinched his little nose, "Auntie Pig Demon loves eating little boys’ noses the most."

"You’re lying! Auntie Pig Demon even gave me and Anan gifts!" Fu Jinyan said, "But I think Auntie Pig Demon doesn’t love eating little boys’ noses; she loves crying noses. Are you going to marry Auntie Pig Demon?"

Mu Shaoze chuckled, "Little kids shouldn’t meddle in adults’ affairs."

"Actually, Auntie Pig Demon is quite pretty, but I feel like you don’t really like her that much."

"I don’t like her? Then tell me, how do I not like her??"

Fu Jinyan said, "I just feel like you are nicer to everyone else than to her. Even though you are engaged, you’re not close. Look at my dad and mom, just a tiny moment apart, and there’s already a twinkle in their eyes."

Mu Shaoze laughed aloud, "In just a short while, you started showing off about your dad? You’re not big yet you understand the ’twinkle in the eyes’? Fu Jinyan, have you been surfing online too much? I think I need to have a serious talk with your mom."

Fu Jinyan shrugged, "Uncle Four, I’m just telling it like it is. You can’t go telling on me to my mom just because I spoke the truth. But Uncle Four, Yanyan’s words are harsh but true, be careful or the chase for a wife will turn into a funeral!"

"You little rascal!"

Watching Fu Jinyan’s fleeing figure, Mu Shaoze sneered lightly, "Funeral chase for a wife? That’s impossible in this lifetime!"

As the time to cut the cake approached, Fu Shiyan knocked on the door to the break room.

An Yan opened the door and saw the man standing there with a smile at the corner of his lips, "Mrs. Fu, it’s time to cut the cake. Our sons sent me to fetch you."

"Alright, I’m coming."

An Yan looked back at Zhou Ziqiao, "It’s time to cut the cake. Let’s go, I’ll cut you a big piece."

Zhou Ziqiao nodded and smiled, "Sounds good!"

She followed behind An Yan and Fu Shiyan, watching the couple hold hands, and her lips also curved up.

This was what happiness should look like.

Back in the banquet hall, laughter and chatter once again filled her ears.

An Yan suddenly stopped, turned back and said, "Ziqiao, Qingqing is over there. You can go and talk to her."

Zhou Ziqiao looked in the direction An Yan was pointing and saw Ruan Qingqing taking care of the children. She shook her head, "No need, I can handle it, you go ahead. Just make sure to cut me a big piece of cake."

An Yan nodded in agreement.

Fu Shiyan wrapped his arm around her waist and walked towards the stage, whispering, "Mu Shaoze seems quite full of himself, someone ought to knock the wind out of his sails."

An Yan laughed, "My fourth brother risked his life to go to your base to find you, even saving your life at a critical moment. He was unable to eat or drink when you disappeared, blaming himself heavily and nearly fell into depression. You guys are really comrades in life and death."

Fu Shiyan cleared his throat, "Tonight you should tell me about it in detail, to prevent me from misjudging my savior again."

An Yan stifled a laugh, "So quickly won over?"

Fu Shiyan caressed her waist, "Eating from someone’s hand, accepting help, being saved, I am indebted everywhere."

An Yan smiled, "You have quite a system, don’t you?"

"I haven’t been precise enough," Fu Shiyan said, his lips close to her ear, "there’s one place that isn’t lacking."

An Yan glared at him, "Fu Shiyan, I’ve noticed your flirting has been on the rise, almost to the point of breaking a leg!"

Fu Shiyan’s deep gaze locked on her, "Isn’t this the kind of thing you like about me?"

An Yan noticed his skin getting thicker, "No wonder, after wearing a ’Human Skin Mask’ for five years, you really have a thick face now."

Fu Shiyan chuckled, "As long as my wife is happy, I can do without a face."

An Yan looked disgusted, but inside she was very pleased.

Fu Shiyan glanced in Mu Shaoze’s direction, "However, I feel Mu Shaoze is on the path of a ’chase-wife funeral pyre.’

"You seem experienced in this, why not impart some wisdom?" An Yan raised an eyebrow.

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "Yanyan, I’ve always adhered to my male virtues. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have stuck with me for five years."

"Less smugness!"

"Making you a widow for five years was my mistake. From now on, I’ll make it up to you every night."

An Yan shot him a look, "Don’t make it sound like I’m desperate."

Fu Shiyan lifted her hand and kissed the back of it, "It’s me who is longing. I also long to spend birthdays together, yours and mine."

After hearing this, An Yan felt a mix of emotions. She had merely described the timeline, yet Fu Shiyan had realized they had never celebrated a birthday together.

He was truly clever.

Fu Shiyan tightened his hold on her waist, "Yanyan, I also want to give you a grand wedding."

An Yan’s eyes welled up, "Okay."

However, this touching moment was short-lived as she heard Fu Shiyan chuckle, "I’m really looking forward to the moment I personally tear off your wedding dress."

An Yan: "..."

In the midst of their conversation, the two reached the stage and stood behind a five-tier cake, with their toddlers on each side.

An Yan picked up Fu Jinyan, and Fu Shiyan picked up Fu Mu’an.

With little hands holding the knife, An Yan held the toddlers’ hands, and Fu Shiyan held An Yan’s hand, together they cut the five-year-old twins’ birthday cake.

The cake was divided into many pieces, and everyone in the banquet hall received a slice.

Fu Jinyan cut a large piece for Si Mian. Watching the little girl with cream all around her mouth, he wiped it with a tissue, "Mianmian, is brother good?"

Si Mian smiled so hard her eyes nearly closed, "Brother is good."

Fu Jinyan pinched her chubby cheek, "Then when you grow up, marry brother. Remember?"

"Remembered!" Si Mian, the child, was bribed by a piece of cake for the rest of her life.

Fu Mu’an, standing nearby, saw the whole process and was stunned. He thought his brother was incredibly cunning, analyzing every scenario.

By the time the birthday party ended, it was already half-past ten. After saying goodbye to everyone, Fu Shiyan carried the two little ones, walking towards the car with An Yan.

Tonight, the family of four was going to stay at Bishui Bay.

After opening the back door of the car, the two child seats had already been set up by Han Yang.

Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan slid down from Fu Shiyan’s body, climbed into the car, sat in their safety seats, and buckled themselves in.

Fu Shiyan opened the passenger-side door, leaning on the doorframe, "Mrs. Fu, please."

An Yan’s lips curved into a dimple, "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Fu Shiyan walked around to the driver’s side and got in, looking at his beloved woman and then glancing back at the two little ones, "We’re heading home now!"

The headlights lit up, this road was not only leading home but also leading to their happy ending.

It was nearing midnight, so there were fewer cars on the road than during the day; thus, within less than half an hour, the car parked in the Bishui Bay garage.

Fu Shiyan and An Yan looked at the backseat, and the two little ones had already unbuckled themselves and opened the door to get out.

Fu Shiyan was somewhat surprised, "They’re so easy to handle?"

An Yan nodded, "They never make me angry, very sensible."

Fu Shiyan raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, "You’ve worked hard all these years."

An Yan’s eyes were tender, "It wasn’t hard. It was because of them that I kept going."

Fu Shiyan took her hand, "From now on, I’ll be here, and we’ll do it together."

After getting out of the car, the two little ones again snuggled up to Fu Shiyan.

Fu Mu’an gazed longingly at the man, wanting to say something but hesitating.

Fu Jinyan’s eyes swirled, "Dad, brother has a sore back and legs, and twins have a physical mental connection, so I also have a sore back and legs."

Fu Mu’an: "..."

An Yan held back a laugh, clearly wanting to be carried by Dad by using the excuse of brother’s leg pain—it was hilarious.

Fu Shiyan played along, "Since you have sore backs and legs, then Dad will carry you."

An Yan hummed, "Once we’re home, a little acupuncture from Mom will do the trick."

Fu Mu’an: "..."

Fu Jinyan: "..."

Feeling nervous, Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan jumped down from Fu Shiyan’s back once they reached home. Their backs and legs weren’t sore anymore. They both headed to the bathroom to bathe on their own, showing great independence.

Fu Shiyan walked into the wardrobe, looking at rows of brand-new, seasonal clothing, all prepared by An Yan.

His heart felt overwhelmed. Embracing An Yan, he asked, "If I hadn’t come back, how long would you have continued buying?"

An Yan looked up at him, "Until the very last moment of my life."

Fu Shiyan kissed her fiercely. After a while, resting his forehead against hers, "For the rest of our lives, it’s my turn to take care of you. Now, I will go take care of our little ones, to make up for their lack of fatherly love."

Fu Shiyan changed into a pair of shorts and walked into the bathroom.

The two little ones widened their eyes at the tall man, covering the indescribable parts with their hands.

Fu Shiyan found it amusing. He tapped Fu Mu’an’s hand, "Where did the brother go?"

Fu Mu’an cleverly looked at Fu Jinyan, "Brother is here."

Fu Shiyan heard the irrelevant reply, then looked at Fu Jinyan, "Then where did your brother go?"

Fu Jinyan’s eyes darted, "Brother has run away from home!"

Fu Shiyan burst out laughing, holding the faces of the two little ones and kissed them several times, "How can you be so adorable?"

Laughter echoed from the bathroom, and An Yan, caught by this laughter, wept with joy.

This moment was one she had longed for far too long.

When the sound of water stopped, An Yan, holding pajamas, entered the bathroom to help the two little ones get dressed and also blow-dried their hair.

The two little ones clung to Fu Shiyan, who carried them to the bed, sandwiching him in the middle.

Fu Shiyan picked up a storybook and began telling them a story. Soon, the two dozed off.

He leaned over and gave each of the two little ones a goodnight kiss.

An Yan said, "Stay with them tonight, I’ll sleep in the secondary bedroom."

Fu Shiyan tucked them in and embraced An Yan, "Let me hold you."

But someone’s embrace gradually shifted, leading her straight into the secondary bedroom.

The two little ones suddenly opened their eyes.

Fu Mu’an frowned, "A man’s words, really can’t be trusted."

Fu Jinyan sighed, "Looks like we are going to have a little brother or sister."

That night, some found sweetness, while others found sorrow.

Mu Shaoze and Zhou Ziqiao arrived at the hotel.

As soon as they entered the room, he undressed and walked into the bathroom.

Zhou Ziqiao clasped her hands around a cake box containing the cake slice An Yan gave her.

Feeling nervous, she knew what might happen next.

Since that happening in the car with Mu Shaoze, there hadn’t been another.

She sat at the table, opened the box, picked up a fork, and began eating the cake.

Shortly after, the sound of water stopped, and Mu Shaoze, wrapped in only a towel around his waist, emerged from the bathroom.