Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 362: Fu Shiyan, I Want to Sleep in Separate Rooms from You

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Fu Shiyan, I Want to Sleep in Separate Rooms from You

The car stopped in front of Moon Restaurant.

An Yan was a bit surprised, "How come you thought of eating here?"

Fu Shiyan unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to unbuckle hers as well, "You’ve been busy designing sketches and making dresses these past few days, working hard. I wanted to treat you."

An Yan smiled and kissed him lightly on the face, "Thank you, husband."

Fu Shiyan was obviously pleased by the word ’husband’. He leaned in a bit closer, "The key thing is the little wild cat who was exhausted last night. She murmured about Moon Restaurant’s pastries even in her sleep. Since you’re working hard during the day and also at night, I must feed you well, so you can feed me too. When you’re good, I’m good."

An Yan knew underneath Fu Shiyan’s seemingly abstinent and gentlemanly appearance was actually a total scoundrel.

His tone was light and seemingly casual, yet it felt like a feather, lightly and repeatedly tickling at the heart.

"Fu Shiyan, I want to sleep in separate bedrooms from you!"

Seeing her annoyed look, Fu Shiyan took a rose from the bouquet she was holding and tucked it beside her head, "Fresh flowers suit a beauty, truly beautiful."

"Do you think just because you sweet-talk me, I won’t be angry anymore?"

Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "I don’t even know what you’re mad about, and how do you know my mouth is sweet? You haven’t tasted it yet today!"

The car was only lit by the vague light cast by the street lamps, blurring their vision and mixing up their senses, making the distance between their noses seem closer and closer. The ambiguity was rampant, filling the car and accelerating the heartbeat.

Fu Shiyan turned his face, his nostrils brushing against hers, his lips barely touching the woman’s rosy lips, "Want to taste?"

An Yan, enticed by the man’s bewitching voice, slightly parted her lips, "I want to taste."

The man took advantage of the moment to envelop her lips, kissing her gently, his tongue stirring up a river of spring within her, sweet to the core, exploring even deeper.

After a while, An Yan was panting slightly, and only then did Fu Shiyan let her go.

"Yanyan, you need to exercise more, now even a kiss makes you pant."

An Yan glared at him fiercely and snorted. She opened the car door, placed the bouquet on the passenger seat, then slammed the car door shut.

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly and got out of the car to follow her.

He quickened his pace and wrapped his arm around An Yan’s slender waist, "After resting all day, your back doesn’t hurt and your legs don’t ache, do they? Got more energy to walk?"

An Yan laughed sarcastically. She turned to look at the man and said, "Fu Shiyan, can you not talk dirty for once?"

"Sure, Yanyan darling." Fu Shiyan hooked his arm around her waist, "I really don’t like Su Yue calling you Baby Yan, it prevents me from doing the same."

"Then why can’t you? No one is stopping you."

"I want a unique nickname. Ask her to stop calling you that."

"Fu Shiyan, you really are unreasonable. Are we really fighting over something like this?"

Fu Shiyan pulled her closer into his embrace, "You’re mine."

Logically, An Yan would resent a man’s twisted possessiveness, but Fu Shiyan’s possessiveness over her felt like happiness.

She couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, and stood on her toes to quickly press a kiss on his thin lips, "I like it when you call me Yanyan."

Fu Shiyan was in high spirits, "Then you have to make sure no one else calls you that."

"Fine, then you also have to promise that ’Ayan’ is unique to you."

"I promise, I’m pretty much hanging off of you every day, where would I get the time or energy to be someone else’s Ayan."

"Three sentences out of your mouth, and two aren’t serious!"

"Hmm." Fu Shiyan laughed, "A man’s got to be a little bad for a woman to love him. I’m afraid of being too serious and losing your love."

"You make it sound like I’m not a decent woman." An Yan was a bit offended by his words.

"Of course not. Otherwise, how could you bully me every night, a decent house-husband."

An Yan: "..."

After so many years, An Yan felt there was only one term that could describe Fu Shiyan.

Totally shameless!

Yet, Fu Shiyan still carried himself with an air of dignity, walking inside Moon Restaurant with An Yan in his arms.

He curved his lips slightly, "Mrs. Fu, I know you admire your husband, but there’s no need for your eyes to be glued to him all the time."

An Yan: "..."

"Chairman Mu."

A man’s voice rose from the side.

Fu Shiyan and An Yan looked over at the same time to see a man in a suit approaching with a tall, slender figure.

An Yan reminded, "That’s President Jin of the Sanhi Group, Jin Hansheng."

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly, "President Jin, hello."

A shadow of dimness flitted across the bottom of Jin Hansheng’s eyes, but it was fleeting, and he too nodded slightly, "What a coincidence."

Fu Shiyan didn’t give An Yan a chance to speak, "Yanyan wanted to eat pastries from Moon Restaurant. Are you here to talk business, President Jin?"

Jin Hansheng nodded, "I came with a few business associates. Whatever Chairman Mu would like to eat, I’ll pick up the tab tonight."

Fu Shiyan pulled her closer into his embrace, "That won’t be necessary, although I work for my wife, I can still afford this expense."

Jin Hansheng gave a faint smile, "Then, I won’t disturb the two of you any further."

Watching the man walk away, Fu Shiyan clicked his tongue, "Is this the blind date man they set up for you?"

An Yan’s brows furrowed slightly, "You’re jealous over this too? Didn’t I decline it?"

Fu Shiyan held her closely as they entered the private room. An Yan intended to take off her coat but was pulled into his embrace, "This Jin Hansheng, tall and handsome, makes me uneasy."

"What’s there to be uneasy about when he isn’t as tall or as handsome as you?" she teased.

"Had you not insisted, perhaps the guy might have snatched you away." Fu Shiyan looked at her intently, "I’m quite frightened after the fact. Not only would he have had you, but he would also have become a stepfather to my sons."

An Yan stroked the buttons of his shirt, "Time may change a person’s wisdom and experiences, but it can’t change my longing for you and my love. With each passing moment, my yearning for you grows deeper. No one can replace you, and I won’t fall for anyone else. After all..."

Fu Shiyan’s gaze burned into her as her words surged through him, moving him deeply. He swallowed, "After all, what? I want to hear you say it."

Holding back a laugh, An Yan said, "After all, no one is as flirty as you."

Fu Shiyan laughed out loud, "Yanyan, you really are so mischievous!"

An Yan’s fingertips traced up his pristine white shirt, over his firm adam’s apple, his chin, and onto those perfect lips, "Unless I find someone flirtier than you, I might consider it, but until now, I haven’t discovered anyone more talented in that aspect."

Fu Shiyan laughed again for a while, then lightly pecked her lips, "Tonight, I’ll flirt just for you."

An Yan’s lips twitched. It seemed she bit off more than she could chew with her impulsive remark.

Before she could regret it, Fu Shiyan had her seated and ordered many of her favorite dishes to be sent to Sister Tang’s WeChat.

An Yan teased him, "So, you’re just going through the back door without paying?"

Fu Shiyan hummed quietly, "After all, I’m here to dine and dash."

"The shamelessness is real!"

"It gets thicker with a good grinding, and it’s not only this place where skin has grown thicker through grinding."

An Yan: "..."

She felt that Fu Shiyan was being suggestive, but she didn’t have any evidence.

If she called him shameless, it might seem as if she was always thinking in that direction.

She glared at him, pretending she hadn’t understood anything.

Fu Shiyan spoke unhurriedly, "When polishing skin, the technique is key; you can’t be slow, it must be steady, precise, forceful, and quick."

An Yan glared at him, "You’re not allowed to talk!"

"I didn’t say anything, did I?"

"Old Dog Fu, you’re doing this on purpose!"

Fu Shiyan put on an innocent face, "You seem to have misunderstood me, I didn’t say anything."

An Yan: "..."