Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 332 Zhou Ziqiao, Am I Technically Bad?

Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Zhou Ziqiao, Am I Technically Bad?

An Yan laughed as she playfully hit him, "Why are you such a tease? You can’t even stay serious for more than two seconds."

Fu Shiyan pinned her on the sofa, trapping her in this tiny corner of the world, his warm lips softly touching hers, "Isn’t this what you like about me?"

"Fu Shiyan, you really are shameless!"

"Why do I need shame? I only want you. The kids said they would sleep well and let me take good care of you. I can’t disappoint their kind intentions."

Fu Shiyan reached behind the sofa and pulled over a bag, which was the one containing the mermaid costume, coaxing her, "Be good, I brought it here, will you put it on for me?"

An Yan pursed her lips, "I’ll change into it later, didn’t you say you wanted me to make something you like to eat? What would you like?"

"You put it on, then I’ll tell you."

"I’ll put it on and then go make it, or the dress will get all the smells."

"What I want to eat, you have to put on the dress first before you can make it."

An Yan looked at him suspiciously, feeling that he had ulterior motives.

Sure enough, after she changed, Fu Shiyan held her slender waist with both hands.

The desire in his eyes surged toward her like a wildfire, his voice husky, "Now you can make what I want."

An Yan looked into his dark eyes, "So, what do you want to eat?"

"Cherries."

"Didn’t you buy some?"

Fu Shiyan chuckled, "I don’t want the ones that grow on trees. I want the ones that grow on you."

An Yan was dazzled by the smile on his face, her mind going blank, and after a beat, "Fu Shiyan, can you not talk dirty!"

Fu Shiyan laughed, "I can, after all, actions speak louder than words, and unifying what I say and do is the ultimate goal."

An Yan: "..."

In the middle of the night, Fu Shiyan carried An Yan out of the bathroom.

He dried her hair and then pulled her into his embrace, "Sleep now, the cherries were exceptionally sweet."

An Yan scolded him, "You’re not allowed to talk."

Resting in his embrace for a long while, she asked, "Husband, I’m a bit worried about Ziqiao."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "You still have the energy to worry about others?"

"..."

"It seems it was my mistake. Theoretically, you shouldn’t have the energy to think about someone else."

"..."

The person being worried about was already fast asleep at this moment.

Mu Shaoze dried his hair as he sat on the bed watching the woman lying there.

Her side face had tears on it, wet strands of hair sticking to her cheek, her lips swollen and bruised with a broken beauty.

Her smooth back exposed in the air made Mu Shaoze’s Adam’s apple bob involuntarily.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him, he was addicted to Zhou Ziqiao, wanting her several times throughout the night.

Watching her cry and beg for mercy, though his heart ached, he did not stop.

Mu Shaoze’s fingertips caressed from her silky white neck down to her waist, her skin smooth as satin, though it now bore several red marks.

He picked up Zhou Ziqiao and took her into the bathroom to clean her, and throughout the process, she remained asleep, even when he used a hairdryer afterward, she did not wake.

Mu Shaoze lay beside her, watching her in the warm yellow wall light, poking her lips which were great to kiss.

He chuckled softly, "Zhou Ziqiao, am I that bad? Let’s see if you can get out of bed in the morning."

He stretched out his arm, turned off the wall lamp, and pulled her into his arms to sleep.

The next morning.

Zhou Ziqiao gently lifted her eyelids and saw the man’s bewitching face facing her, her heart almost stopping.

She bit her lip, moved his arm from her waist, and slipped out of bed to get dressed and leave.

But as soon as her feet touched the floor, she almost fell.

She gave the sleeping Mu Shaoze a beautiful international hand gesture and then put on her clothes and walked toward the door.

Suddenly glancing at the notebook and pen on the table, she stepped back to the table, opened the notebook, and wrote down a sentence.

She turned around to look at the man’s broad back, sighing lightly at the tip of her nose.

Mu Shaoze, I’m done with you, let’s never meet again!

Zhou Ziqiao left the room, descended the stairs to the living room, and casually picked up her bag before walking out.

She walked quickly out of the villa area and stopped a taxi after walking a distance.

In the car, she called An Yan.

After several rings, the call connected.

An Yan’s slightly lazy voice came through, "Ziqiao, have you and Shiyan made up?

Zhou Ziqiao said, "An Yan, I’m sorry to wake you. It’s completely over between him and me. I plan to leave with Nanli today, following the route we discussed earlier, and then return to Country C."

The now awake An Yan asked, "Where are you now?"

Zhou Ziqiao looked at the fading landscape outside, "On the way from Hanyang Mansion to Zhuo’er Apartment."

"What about Shiyan?"

"He’s still sleeping. I need to leave quickly. An Yan, please, keep my itinerary a secret!"

"No problem."

"There’s one more thing I need to ask of you."

"Go ahead."

Zhou Ziqiao pursed her lips, "I want you to help hide my and Nanli’s information and itinerary. I know only you can stop Mu Shaoze."

An Yan sighed, "Ziqiao, actually, I think Shiyan does like you, but his arrogant personality and the way he speaks really hurt people."

Zhou Ziqiao looked down and whispered, "An Yan, he doesn’t like me at all; he never trusts me. That kiss last night at the night market and everything else that happened were just his way of getting back at me. I can’t like him anymore, I need to stay far away from him."

An Yan pressed at her temple, "Ziqiao, I’ll help you. I’ll see you at Zhuo’er Apartment in a bit."

After hanging up, An Yan got out of bed to wash up.

As she walked out of her room, she saw Fu Shiyan just returning from a run with the two kids.

Fu Shiyan asked, "Why are you up so early?"

An Yan smiled and stepped forward, giving a kiss on the cheek to each of the three men, "I have something important to handle today. You three have fun." After saying this, she walked to the entrance, changed her shoes, grabbed the car keys, and left.

Fu Mu’an frowned, "Dad, did you not make mom happy?"

Fu Jinyan crossed his arms, "I gave you a chance last night in vain, I should have gone with brother to soothe her. Sigh, dad, next time mom is upset, just don’t show up."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

Unaware that her husband was being criticized by their son, An Yan arrived at Zhuo’er Apartment half an hour later.

Once inside, she saw Zhou Ziqiao and Song Nanli had already packed their luggage.

Upon seeing her, Zhou Ziqiao stepped forward and hugged her, "An Yan, I’m leaving, hopefully we’ll meet again in the future."

An Yan patted her back, "Okay, I’ll handle everything you’ve entrusted me with. I’ll take you to the airport."

Zhou Ziqiao hummed softly.

Leaving Zhuo’er Apartment, An Yan took Zhou Ziqiao and Song Nanli straight to the airport.

Meanwhile, at Hanyang Mansion.

Mu Shaoze subconsciously hugged the person in his arms, only to embrace thin air.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found that the woman who was like a cat in his arms last night had disappeared.

He sat up abruptly, looked around, and noticed that Zhou Ziqiao’s clothes were gone from the floor.

He irritably got out of bed and shouted a few times, "Pig Demon? Pig Demon?"

No one responded.

He glanced at the notebook on the desk and went over to read it.

: "With such poor skills, even I find it distasteful! Wish you and your plain rice a forever and ever! Zhou Ziqiao and you, Mu Shaoze, shall never meet again!"

Mu Shaoze clenched the back of his teeth, "Alright then! Pig Demon! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will catch you back!"

He opened his laptop and started to check the traces of Zhou Ziqiao’s departure from Hanyang Mansion, but found nothing.

Someone was blocking him.

He took out his phone and called An Yan.