Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 363 Yanyan, I Have a Gift for You

Chapter 363: Chapter 363 Yanyan, I Have a Gift for You

Fu Shiyan had ordered the dishes, and Sister Tang promptly brought them over herself.

After chatting briefly, Sister Tang left the room as she didn’t want to intrude.

Fu Shiyan lifted An Yan onto his lap. "Let me feed you."

An Yan looked at his eyes full of tenderness and teased, "Younger Uncle, you’re becoming greasier by the minute, turning into a greasy uncle."

"Greasy uncle?" Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, put down his chopsticks, and grabbed An Yan’s hand, placing it on his chest and abs. "Greasy? It seems I’ll have to try harder, or you won’t be able to tell if I’m the younger uncle or just an uncle."

An Yan felt she was digging herself deeper into a hole with her own comments.

Fu Shiyan peeled shrimp for her, his slender, attractive fingers a delightful sight; he quickly peeled them and fed her directly.

After five shrimp, Fu Shiyan then fed her crab roe porridge.

Being fed by someone, An Yan naturally ate with joy. "Aren’t you eating?"

Fu Shiyan smirked. "Watching you eat is enough for me."

An Yan: "..."

She originally wanted to say that even if you ’eat’ me, don’t you still need energy?

She was quite relieved she didn’t speak up, otherwise she could have paid a severe price for her words.

But Fu Shiyan saw through her little thoughts and chuckled. "Don’t worry, I’m neither greasy nor an uncle, and I still have plenty of strength."

An Yan: "..."

She felt there would definitely be a fierce battle tonight, so before Fu Shiyan could feed her more, she took up the chopsticks and started eating herself.

Fu Shiyan found her incredibly endearing. "It seems you’ve prepared yourself to be high and mighty."

An Yan: "..."

It was half an hour later when An Yan finished eating, and by then she truly couldn’t eat anymore.

Fu Shiyan wasn’t in a hurry; he just quietly watched her. "Full?"

An Yan blinked her moist eyes. "Full."

"Hmm, now it’s my turn to eat."

As his words fell, An Yan jumped off his lap.

Fu Shiyan stood up, put on his coat, and helped her into hers, embracing her as they left.

The living room light wasn’t turned on yet when she was pressed against the door by him.

Fu Shiyan nibbled on her earlobe, his warm breath spraying on her ear and neck, making her shiver.

He chuckled softly, "Yanyan, kiss me."

An Yan tiptoed to kiss him, sharing the warmth of their tongues, the heat making both their hearts tremble.

Despite their many close encounters, every time felt as thrilling, stirring, and touching as the first.

In the dark, Fu Shiyan’s voice was husky, "Yanyan, I have a gift for you."

"What?"

Curious, An Yan let Fu Shiyan lead her to the walk-in closet.

The wall light turned on, the warm yellow light shifting to bright white.

An Yan squinted slightly, still adjusting from the dark to the bright.

Fu Shiyan had already taken out a black box from the drawer. "Open it and see if you like it."

An Yan felt his mysterious air. "What is it, we’re practically an old married couple, and yet you’re so..."

She opened the box lid, and her eyes lit up.

Inside was a bra, quite unique, made of silicone and resin in the color of blue-purple irises, a front-clasp type with a blue gem as the clasp, connected to strings of white feathers and tulle below, with neck and back beaded straps, creating an overall dreamy look.

"I’ve never seen such a beautiful bra on the market; which designer made it?"

Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows, hinting for her to praise him.

An Yan, somewhat incredulous, "You designed it?"

"Yes, I did more than just design it; I made it with my own hands. It has a nice name."

"What is it called?"

Fu Shiyan’s dark eyes focused on her, "Midnight Elf. Would you like me to help you put it on?"

How could An Yan possibly refuse? It was simply too beautiful.

Fu Shiyan’s slender fingers peeled off her clothes one by one, exposing large patches of her snowy white skin to the air.

He put the bustier on her, a devout kiss landing on her shoulder, "So beautiful."

An Yan pursed her lips, "Why isn’t there any underwear?"

Fu Shiyan lifted her up, supporting her perky buttocks, "That thing, do you still need to wear it?"

An Yan: "..."

"You agreed, the queen on top." Fu Shiyan smiled as he carried her out of the dressing room.

That night, Jiangcheng was graced with a night of clear snow.

The room was warm, the floor-to-ceiling windows fogging up with steam.

Afterward, Fu Shiyan lay on his side looking at An Yan, who had fallen into a deep sleep on the bed. His fingertips gently caressed her charming eyebrows and the blushing lips.

He chuckled softly, kissed her cheek, and turned off the wall light to sleep.

The next day, although An Yan didn’t sleep until late, she was still late.

Su Yue eyed her unmistakable dark circles and swollen lips, clicked her tongue a few times, "Looks like you over-exerted yourself last night."

An Yan yawned, taking the coffee Su Yue had made for her, "If I couldn’t get up, I shouldn’t have come in today."

An Yan drank half a cup, "I’m leaving tomorrow, so I thought I’d come in early to sort out the final drawings and final products, and also check if there’s been any problem with the surveillance these past days. After all, Zhuo An has been quiet until now, and with the finals approaching, I don’t know if she can keep her composure."

Su Yue nodded, "Su Manxi and Zhuo An’s designs are far inferior to yours, they might lose their composure. But it would require inside-outside collusion, though I don’t see anyone in the design studio who looks like a traitor."

An Yan glanced at her nonchalantly, "A traitor won’t have the word written on their face; besides you and me, anyone could be possible. Of course, except for Qingqing."

Su Yue laughed, "You really trust her."

"After all, betraying Gu Chengming was a matter of life and death, she almost got persecuted for me, I have no reason to doubt her."

Su Yue sipped her coffee, "Makes sense."

An Yan drank the rest of her coffee and stood up, "I’m going back to the office to check the surveillance."

Su Yue nodded in response, "If there’s an issue, tell me later."

"Okay."

An Yan returned to her office and accessed her own office’s surveillance; she played it back quickly, seeing no shady actions.

Thinking it over, she then accessed the surveillance of Su Yue’s office.

Since a lot of people usually visited Su Yue’s office, An Yan had installed a camera there at the end of last year, something even Su Yue herself didn’t know about.

She repeatedly watched the surveillance video from the days she had delivered the final drawings to Su Yue, seeing Si Heng visiting Su Yue, the two of them simmering in interaction.

An Yan couldn’t stand to watch, fast-forwarding through that part.

She watched a bit longer and discovered a vital clue.

A cleaner, taking advantage of Su Yue’s lunch break, fiddled on her desk for a while and then took something away the following evening.

An Yan zoomed in on the image, clearly seeing the item in the cleaner’s hand was a miniature camera.

So, her final drawings had been covertly photographed?

An Yan saved this piece of surveillance footage and went to find Su Yue.

When Su Yue learned An Yan had installed surveillance in her office, she held her face in her hands, "Did you see anything you shouldn’t have?"

An Yan curved her lips, "I skipped over the part where you two were making babies."

Su Yue: "... So embarrassing!"

An Yan cleared her throat, "Here comes the important part, what about that cleaner?"