Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 33: See which one you like

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: See which one you like

An Yan weaved through the narrow alleyways, discarding a blood-stained jacket, gloves, along with a mask and a cap into a trash can before tossing in a lit lighter.

By the time her figure vanished around the corner, flames had already ignited within the trash can.

She entered a drink shop to clean her hands and bought a milk tea, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window to watch the Gold Shadow Bar across the street.

She estimated it wouldn’t take long for Jiang Nan to be rescued and sent to the hospital.

Just then, three cars pulled up in front of the bar.

An Yan bit her straw and narrowed her eyes at the man stepping out of the leading Maybach.

Fu Shiyan?

What was he doing here?

As if sensing something, the man suddenly turned and looked her way.

An Yan quickly turned her head and lowered her gaze, her seaweed-like black hair falling to hide her fair cheeks.

She brushed her smooth hair aside and with a sweep of her glance, saw the man walking in her direction.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers tightened around the cup of milk tea.

After a bus slowly passed by on the road opposite, Fu Shiyan looked back toward the drink shop’s window to find the girl gone.

Checking his watch, he noted it was already ten o’clock at night.

How could she possibly be here?

He furrowed his brow, thinking perhaps he had experienced an illusion just now.

The words An Yan had said before getting out of the car echoed in his mind again.

"Younger Uncle, I won’t say those senseless things or do anything to trouble you anymore."

He felt an unexplained irritation, and after closing his eyes tightly, the vexation finally subsided.

Han Yang approached, "President Fu, Jiang Nan is indeed inside, but it seems she’s injured. She’s in Zhou Huai’an’s lounge, waiting for the ambulance."

Injured?

Waiting for the ambulance?

Fu Shiyan was puzzled and stepped into the bar.

From the lounge, a woman’s pained moaning could be heard, "It hurts to death! Who on earth did this, daring to hit me? Ah ah ah! I’m so angry!"

With a bang, the door to the lounge was kicked open, and Fu Shiyan entered.

Jiang Nan on the bed, seeing him as a lifeline, scrambled up and sobbed, "Shiyan, I’ve been beaten so badly!"

Zhou Huai’an, holding a bloodstained towel and rising from a crouched position, had been cleaning the blood off Jiang Nan.

Fu Shiyan’s deep gaze coldly scrutinized the complaining woman. "You hired someone to hurt An Yan."

It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

Jiang Nan’s brow twitched, and she forgot to cry.

A few seconds later, she caught on and feigned calmness, "Shiyan, what are you talking about? I don’t understand."

Fu Shiyan glanced at Zhou Huai’an and calmly continued, "You hired him to find a hacker, then had the hacker locate An Yirou’s fan Hu Jie, inciting his emotions, making him hate An Yan, and carry out actions to hurt her."

Jiang Nan, busted in her ploy, suddenly saw darkness before her eyes. She raised a hand to her forehead, "I don’t understand what you’re saying?"

Seeing her stubborn denial, Fu Shiyan glanced at Han Yang.

Han Yang waved his hand, and two bodyguards stepped forward and forced Zhou Huai’an, pale-faced, to kneel on the ground.

"You only get one chance, if you don’t tell the truth, you will bear the consequences yourself."

Zhou Huai’an listened to Han Yang’s words and looked at Fu Shiyan, "President Fu, spare my life. This whole thing was Sister Nan’s idea. I bear no grudge against An Yan, and how could I know that An Yan was your person! Otherwise, even if you lent me a hundred guts, I wouldn’t dare!"

Jiang Nan saw Zhou Huai’an shift all the blame onto her and shouted angrily, "Zhou Huai’an, you’re farting. Do you dare say you didn’t know there was something between An Yan and Shiyan? You even expected me to cover for you in the future!"

Zhou Huai’an gritted his teeth, "Bitch! I help you, and you screw me over!"

Han Yang watched Fu Shiyan’s somber face and signaled to the bodyguard. Then the sounds of Zhou Huai’an’s painful wails filled the entire room.

Jiang Nan knelt in front of Fu Shiyan, "Shiyan, I was wrong. I just didn’t want you to be charmed by that An Yan. Think about it, why else would she have made herself look like a ghost before, if not to get away from Fu Chenyu and get close to you? Don’t be fooled by her innocent facade!"

Fu Shiyan frowned, "That’s no excuse for you to hurt her!"

"Shiyan, we’ve known each other for more than ten years. How long have you known her? Do you really understand her?"

Fu Shiyan gave her a cold glance, his refined features grew stern, "Go back and tell Father Jiang that Jiang Corporation’s cooperation with Fu Corporation ends here!"

"No!" Jiang Nan tried to grab the man’s trouser leg, but missed.

Fu Shiyan turned around, his dark eyes deep, "Teach her a lesson, no need to hold back."

Jiang Nan cried out desperately, "Shiyan, you can’t do this to me, don’t be deceived by that slut..."

Han Yang stepped aside and looked at the bodyguard, "Slap her face!"

The bodyguard stepped forward, looking at the face swollen like a pig’s head, feeling there was no place left to strike, he flexed his wrist and slapped the woman’s face fiercely.

It was twenty minutes later when Han Yang got into the car. He looked back at the man shrouded in smoke, "President Fu, Miss Jiang has been slapped unconscious. Father Jiang has been notified to come pick her up."

"Hmm."

"Hacker S’s fee has been transferred. This guy is too greedy, his skills aren’t as good as Lone Wolf’s, yet he charges more than Lone Wolf. If it wasn’t for Lone Wolf being offline, would it even be his turn?"

"If you don’t have the skills, then shut up!"

Han Yang pursed his lips, "Yes."

"Back to the old mansion."

Inside the old mansion, the lights were bright.

When Fu Shiyan walked in, Zhou Yi was massaging Fu Haichuan’s legs.

She looked up, her tone discontented, "Haven’t come home in a few days."

"Mm, been staying at Yucheng City Courtyard."

Zhou Yi threw a kraft paper bag on the table, "Is it staying at Yucheng City Courtyard or staying at Bishui Bay?"

On hearing this, Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes and opened the kraft paper bag, looking at several photos of him with An Yan.

"You had someone follow me?" Fu Shiyan asked in a deep voice.

Zhou Yi, "We didn’t, someone mailed these to the Fu Family."

Fu Shiyan had a hunch, it was Jiang Nan.

"What’s your relationship with that girl from the An Family? Why is she staying at your place?" Fu Haichuan asked.

Fu Shiyan tossed the photos casually onto the table, "She calls me ’Younger Uncle,’ and that makes us uncle and niece. The Fu Family owes her, so I transferred the house to her. Recently, she has had a lot of trouble, and I just helped her deal with it."

When mentioning what the Fu Family owed An Yan, Fu Haichuan’s tone softened somewhat, "Although there’s no intimate behavior in the photos, rumors are fearsome. She was Chenyu’s fiancée; if rumors with you came out, it would be scandalous! It would cause a sensation. It would be scandalous for you and for Fu Corporation!"

"The innocent are clear of guilt. I regard her as my niece."

Zhou Yi sighed, "You see her as a niece, but does she see you as an uncle? After all, there’s no blood relation; it’s better to keep your distance. Besides, you can’t look after her for the rest of her life! You’re also twenty-eight, it’s time to consider settling down."

As she spoke, she took out a photo album, "Shiyan, all the socialites of Jiangcheng are in here. Take a look and see if you like any of them."