Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle -
Chapter 342 So How Do You Plan to Coax Me
Chapter 342: Chapter 342 So How Do You Plan to Coax Me
The matter was still spread around; the internet was filled with all kinds of speculations.
"I think this is just workplace sexual harassment. The president took a fancy to the little secretary, but the secretary wouldn’t comply, so the president got angry and retaliated against her."
"I didn’t expect President Fu, with a lovely wife at home, to do such a shameless thing."
"Are the people above blind? Mu Anyan is a stunning beauty, okay? What kind of crappy secretary could Fu Shiyan possibly fancy?"
"Exactly, don’t just believe everything you hear. I’m all for the Mu Anyan & Fu Shiyan CP; they are so affectionate."
"The couple even has a pair of twin sons."
"During the five years that Fu Shiyan was missing, it was Mu Anyan who managed Fu Corporation. Despite all the rumors outside, she remained unwavering. Those haters just can’t stand to see others doing well, so cut the crap!"
...
An Yan sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through the news, and sent out the surveillance video with a flick of her hand.
Soon enough, those netizens who claimed that Fu Shiyan harassed his secretary were harshly slapped in the face by the truth.
She put away her phone and looked at Fu Shiyan, poking the man’s arm, "Are you angry with me because I didn’t come out in time to stop that woman?"
Fu Shiyan kept his eyes on the road, his hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel, his expression serious.
He hummed lightly, "She insulted my eyes."
An Yan bit her lip and smiled, "What if I say I’m sorry? Don’t be mad, okay? How about I cheer you up?"
Fu Shiyan pulled the car over to the side of the road, turned to look at An Yan, "Wife, I’m very angry, so how do you plan to appease me?"
An Yan leaned in and kissed his handsome jawline, "Is that a little better?"
"No."
She kissed his thin lips again, "How about now?"
"Perfunctory." Fu Shiyan’s gaze held a touch of grievance, "Not sincere at all."
An Yan held the man’s face in her hands and kissed him deeply; her tongue traced the shape of his lips, seeking entry between them.
But the man was quite uncooperative, keeping his lips firmly closed.
An Yan opened her eyes to find the man staring intently at her.
As she pulled back and was about to speak, he lifted a hand to the back of her head, deepening their kiss.
An Yan knew he was upset and let him take what he needed.
After a long while, Fu Shiyan finally stopped, his forehead resting against hers.
An Yan’s tongue felt numb; she breathed slightly harder, "Is it a bit better now?"
"Only a tiny bit."
An Yan huffed, "Old Dog Fu, you’re pushing your luck."
Fu Shiyan sighed softly, "Yanyan, just the thought of that woman sitting on my chair, even licking my cup, makes me feel utterly disgusted."
"I’ve replaced the table, the leather chairs, and the cups."
"That can only slightly soothe the trauma in my heart."
"That’s still slightly?"
"I think I’ve developed a mental scar."
"That serious? You didn’t even get a scar when you saw ancient corpses in tombs before."
Fu Shiyan looked at her intently, "I feel that there’s only one way to heal my psychological scar."
An Yan’s eyebrows raised slightly, "I suddenly have a bad feeling about this."
Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, "I need to look at you more, only then will those eye-scorching images be erased from my mind."
An Yan narrowed her eyes and pinched the man’s chin, "Mr. Fu, your eyes are already full of me."
Fu Shiyan glanced downward, "You’re wearing too much."
"So, what do you want to do?"
Fu Shiyan leaned close to her ear and whispered something.
An Yan knew this leg-breaking flirt was starting to seek his own benefits; she gritted her teeth, "No way."
Fu Shiyan pressed her hand to the side of his head, "I have a psychological shadow. You need to take responsibility for healing it."
"Rascal!"
Hearing An Yan say that, he was all smiles, "I’m just sticking to you."
"Mr. Fu, you are already in your thirties, why are you still acting like a puppy?"
As soon as An Yan finished speaking, she regretted her words immediately.
But it was of no use, because she paid a heavy price for her momentary slip of the tongue.
An Yan, in order to appease Fu Shiyan, accompanied him to a lingerie store.
They changed into casual clothes, donning caps and masks, fully armored as they walked in.
Fu Shiyan picked up a basket and chose styles made of sheer fabric, making An Yan feel her waist would be ruined today.
She poked the man’s arm, "I think that’s enough, it’s not too few."
Fu Shiyan walked to a set of bunny lingerie and fiddled with the long bunny ears, "Pretty cute, isn’t it?"
An Yan: "..."
Her eyes quickly scanned the sales staff, who were not looking at them with kind eyes.
Fu Shiyan, completely unconcerned about the gazes of those around him, kept putting sets of lingerie into the basket until he had a basketful.
Amidst everyone’s surprised looks, he took out a black card, "Swipe."
The cashier immediately rang up the sale and, as they prepared to leave, even smiled and said they were welcome to come back.
An Yan followed behind Fu Shiyan, looking at the bag containing more than forty sets of lingerie, wanting to cry but lacking the tears.
Once in the car, she glanced at her wristwatch, four o’clock.
She said excitedly, "Ayan, it’s time to pick up Anan and Yanyan."
Fu Shiyan’s lips curved into a perfect arc as he raised his hand to gently stroke An Yan’s cheek, "I’ve already asked my brother to pick up the two little ones."
An Yan’s mouth twitched violently, "When did this happen?"
"While I was giving my statement."
An Yan: "..."
Fu Shiyan looked at her stunned expression, his alluring eyes slightly lifted, "Tonight, the two little ones will stay at the Mu Family manor. Only the two of us will be at Bishui Bay."
He whispered a song lyric close to An Yan’s ear, and she felt her vision darken.
Come on, act up, we have plenty of time...
In the middle of the night, Fu Shiyan carried her out of the bathroom, gently placed her on the bed, and proceeded to blow-dry her hair and apply ointment.
An Yan glared hard at the man before speaking in a husky voice, "Is the treatment complete this time?"
"Not quite yet."
An Yan angrily threw a throw pillow at him.
Fu Shiyan caught it with a laugh and tossed it to the foot of the bed, clicking his tongue lightly, "You still have the energy to fight? That’s my fault."
An Yan kicked at him but the man caught her slender ankle, "Want to try on another set?"
"No! You’re way too energetic!"
"Who told me to have abstained for five years?" Fu Shiyan moved closer to embrace her, "I’ll stop teasing, let’s sleep."
"Can’t sleep, go get my laptop."
"Looking to unlock a new position?"
An Yan found him increasingly shameless, "So annoying! Just get it for me!"
"At your command, Madam!"
The English made her think of that little J outfit; she glanced at the handcuffs on the floor, utterly embarrassed!
Fu Shiyan quickly brought the computer from the study.
Resting against the headboard, An Yan opened the laptop and started typing rapidly.
Soon, a DJ’s face appeared on the screen.
"There’s a transaction in that Song Xue account that he made. I’ve already sent Wolf to catch him. I always feel that there’s more to this."
After An Yan finished speaking, she looked at Fu Shiyan, "As for that Song Xue, I’m not intending to let her go to jail; that would let her off too easy."
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