Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 354: This Old Wang is Awesome, Snatching a Bride on the Very Day

Chapter 354: Chapter 354: This Old Wang is Awesome, Snatching a Bride on the Very Day

Hua Country, Mu Family Manor.

Fu Jinyan put down his phone and lay on the bed, kicking his little legs, looking at An Yan who was applying skincare products at the vanity, "Mom, Yanyan has already done as you said and told Uncle Four, but with his intelligence, do you think he would pick up on any clues?"

An Yan looked at him via the mirror, "What do you think Uncle Four’s IQ is?"

Fu Jinyan measured a small distance with his thumb and index finger before closing the gap slightly, "Apart from having a slightly broader range of knowledge than Yanyan, he doesn’t seem to be much smarter."

An Yan turned around to look at his proud expression and sat down by the bed, "Yanyan, in life, one must be humble. Also, when you meet someone you like in the future, you should take good care of them and not make them sad. Once a person’s heart is hurt, it’s hard to heal, and you might have to spend all your efforts to salvage it."

Fu Jinyan climbed up and sat on An Yan’s lap with a wiggle of his little butt, looking up and asking, "Mom, has Dad ever hurt your heart?"

An Yan thought back to the past and shook her head, "Not really, but when we first got together, we lacked trust in each other. It was only after experiencing some things that we firmed up our trust."

She patted his little head, "I hope that when you and Anan grow up, you don’t have to go through so many ups and downs with the girl you love."

Fu Jinyan nodded, "Mom, don’t worry, Mianmian and I will surely be happy together in the future, after all, once I decide on something, it’s for life."

An Yan wanted to laugh, "Where did you learn that line?"

Fu Jinyan grinned, "Boss’s handbook."

An Yan: "..."

At that moment, Fu Shiyan walked in with Fu Mu’an, the two of them having gone to play basketball and taken a shower on their way back.

Fu Mu’an came up close, "Mom, does Anan smell nice?"

An Yan sniffed, "Anan smells especially nice, not stinky like Dad."

Fu Mu’an smiled, revealing a row of little white teeth, "How is Uncle Four? Has he won back Auntie Ziqiao?"

An Yan shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe."

"Uncle Four has always been full of himself, he probably won’t win her back without pulling out all the stops." Fu Mu’an gave a meaningful glance, "Yanyan, we should go downstairs for breakfast."

Fu Jinyan jumped off the bed, "Dad, Mom, my brother and I are going down first, Grandpa and Grandma will take us to kindergarten later. You can sleep a little longer."

The two little ones ran out of the room one after another, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

Fu Shiyan sat beside An Yan, stretching out an arm to draw her into his embrace, "Let me see if you smell nice."

He sniffed at her neck, tickling her in the process.

An Yan pushed his head away, "Can you stop messing around? I have to go to work in a bit."

"The little ones said we could sleep a bit more." Fu Shiyan whispered hot breaths in her ear, his thin lips lingering, "If we don’t sleep, how can we have a baby?"

An Yan gave him a reproachful look, "I’m not ovulating now, let’s wait a few days."

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, his voice particularly appealing, "Don’t worry, your husband won’t run out of ammo."

In the midst of speaking, his hot hand began to roam restlessly.

He knew An Yan’s sensitive spots all too well, and it didn’t take long before half of her body had gone soft.

Fu Shiyan pressed her down on the bed, capturing her lips with his, gently sucking.

"Yanyan, we can’t just make love for the sake of having a baby. There should still be passion between husband and wife, otherwise, your husband will just be a tool."

An Yan laughed, "Aren’t you annoying? If we’re going to do it, then hurry up."

Fu Shiyan’s fingertips traced over her smooth skin, "What’s the rush? It’s only half-past six, we have plenty of time. Baby, are the cherries ripe today?"

"They’re ripe. If you want to eat, go close the door first."

Fu Shiyan kissed her fiercely on the lips, "Wait for me, I’ll be right back to pick cherries."

An Yan really wanted to kick him away, so as he went to close the door, she jumped out of bed and ran into the wardrobe.

She quickly changed out of her pajamas intending to put on a shirt and trousers, but a pair of well-defined hands wrapped around her waist.

Fu Shiyan buried his head in her neck, "Where do you think you’re running to? Little thing, you can’t escape."

An Yan dodged the hot breath he sprayed from his nostrils, "What do you think is happening with Fourth Brother now?"

"Don’t change the subject. Talking about that proud and boastful man at a time like this? What a mood killer," said Fu Shiyan with a smile, "Let’s do something cheerful."

An Yan felt the object at her waist come alive, and her heart quivered, "Ayan, last night..."

"Last night was last night, this morning is this morning."

"And what about tonight?" An Yan glanced at him sideways.

Fu Shiyan’s lips curved into a smile, "If you want, I’ll of course oblige."

An Yan was annoyed, "You make it sound like I’m the one who wants it!"

"The main thing is that I want it." Fu Shiyan’s fingertips pinched her chin, silencing anything else An Yan wanted to say.

...

Some people were enjoying the bliss of perfect harmony, while others were about to face the assault of a storm.

Different strokes for different folks.

But this was all a mess of their own making.

A proud and smug man leaned against a car door, smoking a cigarette fiercely, taking two deep drags. He raised his eyes to the sky, dark clouds looming overhead.

With a crack of thunder, deafening, the rain began to pelt down hard.

Soon, the cigarette in the man’s mouth was soaked by the rain, breaking off midway.

He spit out the other half and stared at the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor.

He had been waiting here all along, not believing that Zhou Ziqiao no longer loved him. He was determined to make her heart soften with pity.

At that moment, Zhou Ziqiao was sitting on the couch in the living room, having quickly showered and dried her hair.

Facing her sat her parents, Mother Zhou and Father Zhou, both with stern expressions.

Zhou Ziqiao took a deep breath and looked at them, "Dad, Mom, I’m sorry for causing you trouble."

Mother Zhou handed a cup of tea to Father Zhou’s palm, "Husband, have some tea."

Father Zhou was indeed thirsty and drank it down in one gulp, looking at Mother Zhou, "Another, please."

Zhou Ziqiao couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Father Zhou’s eyebrows shot up, "You still dare to laugh when your dad is crying inside!"

Zhou Ziqiao cleared her throat, "Dad, Mom, I’m truly sorry."

After Father Zhou had another cup of tea, he put the teacup down on the table with a thud, "You’ve done more than wrong us, you’ve let down Uncle Song and Auntie Song, and dragged Nanli into this. Do you know what they’re saying outside?"

Zhou Ziqiao timidly asked, "What are they saying?"

"They’re saying Nanli has been cuckolded by Old Wang next door, happy to be a father, and this Old Wang is quite something, he even hijacked the wedding!" Father Zhou wiped his face, "Our Zhous and Songs are both reputable families, this kind of talk is a disgrace, I don’t know where to put my face!"

Mother Zhou gave a slight cough, "What they’re saying isn’t quite right."

Father Zhou looked at her, puzzled, "Hmm?"

"It was Old Mu next door."

Mother Zhou: "..."

Zhou Ziqiao burst out laughing, "I’m so sorry, the atmosphere is actually quite serious, but I can’t help myself, hahaha..."

Mother Zhou looked at her, heart aching, "My daughter hasn’t laughed like this in a long time."

She wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, huffing, "All because of that bastard Mu Shaoze!"

Father Zhou asked, "Where’s that little rascal?"

Mother Zhou said irritably, "He’s outside getting soaked in the rain. He thinks our manor is a bathhouse!"

She motioned to a servant nearby, "You, come here."

The servant hurried over, bending over to listen to Mother Zhou.

The servant stood up, nodded, and went into the bathroom, coming out with something in hand and carrying an umbrella, then headed out the door.

Mu Shaoze watched as the door of the villa opened, the servant striding toward him with a large umbrella.

A smile played on his lips; he knew Zhou Ziqiao would soften.

The servant came to a stop in front of him and handed over a bag, "Mr. Mu, this is from our madam."