Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 35 President Fu is in a Bad Mood

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 President Fu is in a Bad Mood

After class, Bai Qinghan, driving his ostentatious Lamborghini, brought An Yan to Moon Restaurant.

An Yan frowned, "Here?"

Bai Qinghan puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing, let’s go." An Yan was somewhat uneasy, hoping not to encounter Fu Shiyan.

Entering Moon Restaurant, the waiter led Bai Qinghan and An Yan to a reserved table.

Seated at the table was a woman wearing a bright red short dress, her face half-hidden by large sunglasses, revealing only her bright red lips.

She sat with arms crossed and legs intertwined, like a proud peacock.

Bai Qinghan reached out to hold her hand, but An Yan glanced at him and only linked her arm through his.

Looking at her delicate hand, he smiled with his eyes, "That works too."

Bai Qinghan led her to their seats and looked at the woman across the table, "Miss Qu, hello."

Qu Youyou removed her sunglasses, looking An Yan up and down with disdain, "What do you mean by bringing just anyone here to insult me? Are you saying this plain Jane can compare to me?"

Just as Bai Qinghan was about to get angry, An Yan held him back, her lips curling into a smirk, "Forehead filled, eyes cut, nose padded, chin shaved, although plain, I’m certainly better than your Instagram face!

An Yan hugged Bai Qinghan’s arm and blinked sideways with a smile, "Darling, wouldn’t you agree?"

When Bai Qinghan heard ’darling’, his heart bloomed with joy.

He nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

But, the smile on An Yan’s face could no longer be maintained.

Murphy’s law tells us that if you worry about something happening, it becomes more likely to happen.

An Yan worried about encountering Fu Shiyan at Moon Restaurant, and sure enough, it happened.

The man sat high on the second floor, looking down at her with cold, indifferent eyes before turning his face away after a smirk of disdain and mockery, conversing with the man opposite him.

An Yan pursed her lips, as if cursed by her own bad luck.

Furrowing her brow, she thought it necessary to explain to Fu Shiyan later.

After all, just a few days ago she professed to like him, and now she was hanging on the arm of another man and calling him darling.

She didn’t want to be seen as a heartbreaker. Maybe Fu Shiyan didn’t care, but she did.

Bai Qinghan, this fool, truly was a stumbling block in her path of love.

Resigned, the drama was far from over.

An Yan turned her head, about to say something.

A cup of hot coffee was unexpectedly thrown in An Yan’s face.

Feeling the scalding heat, An Yan felt a fire rising within her; if not for Fu Shiyan being there, her gentle appearance couldn’t be maintained, and this Qu Youyou’s surgically enhanced face would have to go under the knife again today!

Bai Qinghan immediately got angry, stood up, and poured two steaming cups of coffee on Qu Youyou’s face,

Qu Youyou screamed in shock, covering her face, "Are you insane? Dammit!"

An Yan took the tissue offered by the waiter and quickly wiped her face, hair, and white shirt.

"I’m going to the restroom for a moment."

Bai Qinghan nodded, "I’ll accompany you."

Qu Youyou advanced, attacking Bai Qinghan fiercely with hands and feet, "You owe me a face! Don’t think you can leave!"

An Yan ignored the entangled pair and hurried towards the restroom.

Fortunately, the coffee wasn’t very hot; An Yan’s cheeks were slightly red but would not blister or leave marks.

She washed her hair and face, but the shirt was stained with dark brown and couldn’t be cleaned completely.

Sighing lightly, she walked out of the restroom.

Looking up, she saw Fu Shiyan leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette not far away.

Seeing her, Fu Shiyan stubbed out the cigarette in a white ashtray atop the trash can.

An Yan walked over, visibly anxious, "Younger Uncle, you have to believe me, I only like you."

Fu Shiyan’s gaze briefly passed over her face, unexpressive, before he turned away, "Your affection is really cheap!"

An Yan knew it would be like this, so she chased after him and grabbed the man’s hand, "Younger Uncle, it’s not what you saw."

Fu Shiyan shook off her hand, his eyes cold with disdain, his voice icy, "Stay away from me!"

The warmth of the man’s palm faded from her fingertips, An Yan watched his tall and resolute figure, her empty palm gradually clenched.

He had always rejected her, and now he probably loathed her even more.

Turning the corner, she ran into Bai Qinghan who had come to find her.

"How is it?"

An Yan shook her head, "It’s nothing."

"Let’s go to the hospital."

"The coffee wasn’t that hot, I’ll go to the hospital if there’s something wrong. Did your face get scratched?"

Bai Qinghan gently touched his cheek, hissing, "This Qu Youyou is utterly lawless, and won’t even let people speak the truth? But it’s worth it to get hurt a bit rather than her pestering me. It’s just that you were implicated."

She really was implicated!

Hugely implicated!

An Yan sighed lightly, powerless and helpless, "It’s fine, just don’t involve me in these kinds of things in the future. I don’t want to make enemies."

Bai Qinghan scratched his head, "I’ll take you to eat, and then buy some clothes as well, this shirt can’t be worn anymore."

"No need, just take me home."

Bai Qinghan nodded, "Okay, I’ll take you back."

The car stopped at the entrance of Wancheng Residential Area, two kilometers away from Bishui Bay.

An Yan watched the car drive away before turning and walking towards Bishui Bay.

At that moment, the atmosphere inside the Maybach was extremely tense.

Han Yang glanced at the rearview mirror and cleared his throat, "President Fu, about the burn cream you ordered me to buy earlier..."

"His skin is thick enough, what need is there for burn cream." Fu Shiyan’s eyes were frosted over, his tone light and mixed with mockery.

Han Yang’s lips twitched, "..."

An Yan got home and didn’t even make lunch, as she had no appetite.

She lay on the bed, her legs kicking restlessly.

She called Fu Shiyan, but he was always on another call, and she realized that she must have been blocked.

She then sent a WeChat message, but a glaring red exclamation point told her that she had been blocked there too.

Finally, she called Han Yang.

"Assistant Han, is it convenient for you to let Younger Uncle take the phone?"

Han Yang glanced at the stern-faced man in the rearview mirror, his aura cold and intimidating, "President Fu, Miss An Yan is calling."

Fu Shiyan indifferently said, "Don’t answer."

Han Yang cleared his throat, "Miss An Yan wants to explain what happened earlier."

"No need."

Han Yang, left with no choice, relayed Fu Shiyan’s words.

An Yan furrowed her brows, "Turn on the speaker."

Han Yang felt that the source of Fu Shiyan’s anger was An Yan and these past few days his mood hasn’t been good, not just him, but everyone in the corporation knew that their President Fu was not in a good mood.

He thought if there was a problem, it should be resolved. What good would a cold war do?

So, he riskily turned on the speaker.

An Yan’s voice came through, "Younger Uncle, you blocked my phone and WeChat. I couldn’t contact you, so I had to call Assistant Han. Can you unblock me? Let me explain today’s matter, and then you can block me again if you want."

The girl’s soft tone made some of Fu Shiyan’s anger dissipate.

Fu Shiyan kicked the back of the seat, "Hang up."