Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 322: My Brother and I Want a Baby Sister

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: My Brother and I Want a Baby Sister

Both little ones looked at An Yan, their little hands covering each other’s eyes.

An Yan laughed, amused, "I didn’t hear anything. Babies, mom has to go pick up dad later, so you guys should sleep early, okay?"

Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan exchanged a smile.

The two ran up to An Yan, each hugging one of her legs.

Fu Mu’an, "Mommy, my brother and I were so well-behaved tonight, you and daddy can come back late."

Fu Jinyan, "Mommy, it’s okay if you and daddy don’t come back at all tonight, my brother and I want a little sister."

An Yan: "..."

Were her two sons a bit too precocious?

She squatted down and kissed their little cheeks, "How about mom takes you to grandma’s?"

The two little ones nodded in agreement.

An Yan took the little ones and knocked on Xu Wanqing’s door.

When the door opened, Mu Hongsheng pushed his glasses up his nose, "Oh my, here come the little treasures."

Xu Wanqing, wearing a facial mask, came to the door, "Are you going out?"

An Yan nodded, "Ayan drank a bit too much, I’m going to pick him up."

Xu Wanqing waved her hand, "Go ahead, and just stay at Bishui Bay tonight, it’s a bit far to come back."

An Yan smiled and agreed, ruffling the little ones’ hair, "Be good and listen to grandpa and grandma."

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

An Yan left the Mu Family manor and headed straight for Tang Club.

Ever since Fu Shiyan returned, An Yan had handed Fu Corporation back to him, making him truly work for her.

After all, during the Mu Family’s recognition feast, Fu Shiyan had transferred all his assets to An Yan’s name.

Tonight’s meeting was with President Zhang of New World Technology Company, because the company possessed the latest photovoltaic silicon wafer technology, and Fu Corporation was very interested in new energy, hence they had a potential collaboration in mind.

An Yan went directly to private room 408 on the fourth floor, according to the number Fu Shiyan had sent her.

Standing at the door, she could hear the terrible singing inside.

Just then, a waiter carrying drinks approached, nodding slightly when he saw An Yan, "Are you looking for someone?"

"Yes."

"Would you follow me inside, please?"

An Yan nodded, "Thank you."

The waiter pushed open the private room door, and An Yan followed him in.

Inside the private room, a faint haze of smoke hung in the air, colorful laser lights flickered, and each man was wrapping his arms around a beautiful woman, except for the man on the sofa in the corner, who was playing with his phone.

The screen’s blue light illuminated his face, sculpted as though not of this world.

A woman in a white suit leaned in, seemingly trying to strike up a conversation with him.

At this moment, someone saw An Yan past the waiter and remarked, "Yo, is this chick new here?"

The waiter set down his tray, "No, she’s here to look for someone."

As his words fell and the song ended, the singing man turned to look at An Yan.

Perhaps the alcohol was affecting him, the man, a bit tipsy, staggered forward, "Little sister, coming to sing with brother?"

An Yan, seeing the hand reaching out to her, stepped back and turned to the waiter, "Turn on the lights."

The waiter, worried about trouble, quickly turned them on.

Although the laser lights were still flashing, they were no match for the bright glare of the incandescent lights.

All those present were temporarily blinded.

Someone cursed, "What the hell!"

Fu Shiyan lightly lifted his eyelids and saw his wife standing there, looking at him with eyes filled with mockery.

He tilted his head slightly and saw the woman came closer, calling out sweetly, "President Fu."

Fu Shiyan said softly, "Scram."

The woman felt quite humiliated and sulkily sat up straight.

The man who just sang, still harboring wishful thoughts, reached out again with his wandering hands, "Why ignore me?"

An Yan curled her lips, "I’m afraid if I pay you any attention, your whole family will be rolling out of Hua Country before dawn tomorrow."

Once these words came out, silence fell in the private room.

With such a rampant tone, who could it be if not Mu Anyan?

An Yan looked towards everyone, "Have you all had your fill of drink? If so, I’m going to take my husband home."

At this point, who would dare to say no?

The man who had earlier stretched out his wandering hands was nearly scared to pee himself, wishing to explain something, but An Yan didn’t look at him anymore.

She looked towards Fu Shiyan, "Mr. Fu, may we leave now?"

Fu Shiyan stood up, draping his suit jacket over his arm, "Thank you, Mrs. Fu, for coming to get me."

He walked to An Yan’s side, took her hand, and looked at President Zhang, "President Zhang, I hope our cooperation will be pleasant, but next time, don’t let any floozies near me, I’m a married man."

President Zhang stood up to apologize, "I’m sorry, Mrs. Fu, I did not manage my subordinates well and made you unhappy. I will fire her right now."

An Yan smiled faintly, "Whether you fire her is none of my concern. However, I do hope that in the future, President Zhang would consider character more when hiring people. After all, while job competence is important these days, character is even more so. Everyone, enjoy your evening. We will take our leave now."

After An Yan and Fu Shiyan left the private room, President Zhang fiercely looked at the woman, "You just had to throw yourself at him the second I looked away.

Fu Shiyan is notoriously upright.

And who do you think you are?

Mu Anyan is beautiful, wealthy, and intelligent, and you still delude yourself into competing with her?

Did you really think Fu Shiyan would fancy you?

I almost lost an important business partner because of you!

Get lost! You don’t need to come to the office tomorrow!"

The woman burst into tears, wailing as she begged President Zhang for forgiveness, but he didn’t pay her any attention.

After she left the private room, she turned into the restroom.

Her makeup was ruined from crying.

She couldn’t swallow her pride—after all, who doesn’t like perfect people and things?

How could this be her fault?

She wasn’t a goddess; if there was a chance to sleep with someone like Fu Shiyan, it would have been worth it.

She thought about it, took out her phone, and dialed a familiar name.

"Manxi, guess who I met tonight? It’s Fu Shiyan! Wasn’t there a rumor that he disappeared? But now he’s appeared again. Some say he lost his memory, there’s all kind of talk. I remember, Mu Anyan snatched him away from you. Are you going to take that lying down..."

An Yan supported Fu Shiyan into the elevator.

He stood behind her, with his entire body weight leaning on her, chin resting on her nape, "Wife, I drank too much."

An Yan knew he was playing the fool, "No matter, you have to stand up straight by yourself."

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, "I’m already standing straight, haven’t you felt it?"

An Yan’s cheeks suddenly flushed, "Old Dog Fu, how can you be so ready at any time, regardless of the situation?"

"What should I do? It’s because I’ve encountered you," Fu Shiyan said while grasping her waist with both hands, "Shall we head back to Bishui Bay later? Shall we use this position?"

An Yan didn’t want to talk to him anymore, "Shut up, I won’t talk to a drunkard! Your mind is full of lewd rubbish!"

Fu Shiyan continued laughing, "Okay, no talking, just action."

An Yan: "..."