Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 37 Are You Treating Me Like a Fool?

Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Are You Treating Me Like a Fool?

The elevator reserved for the CEO opened, and Fu Shiyan and Han Yang stepped out.

An Yan looked at the radiant man as she stood up from the sofa and walked forward with a box of desserts in her hands.

A rich scent of perfume swept by her side as a beautiful figure passed her towards Fu Shiyan.

The woman had arched eyebrows and almond eyes, a high nose, and radiant lips that were curved in a smile.

Her form-fitted white business attire showcased her exquisite figure, with the top buttons undone, revealing an impressive cleavage.

She extended her hand and greeted, "President Fu, hello, I’m Qiu Hua from Huaer Real Estate."

Fu Shiyan briefly shook her hand and then withdrew, "Hello."

"Thank you, President Fu, for giving me this opportunity to inspect the new building with you," Qiu Hua said, her lips curling into a charming smile.

Fu Shiyan hummed lightly and without giving her another glance, strode forward.

An Yan pursed her lips and stepped in front of him.

"Younger Uncle."

Fu Shiyan’s handsome face was devoid of any emotion, his pupils cold as he stared at her. When he spoke, his voice was icy, "Do you remember what you said before?"

An Yan wasn’t short at 170 cm, which was considered tall among women, but she appeared quite petite in front of Fu Shiyan who was 192 cm tall.

She held up her beautifully white, delicate face, "I remember, I said that I wouldn’t mutter such nonsense again, or do things that would trouble and embarrass you. But today, I just wanted to explain what happened that day at the Moon Restaurant."

"Is there a need?" Fu Shiyan’s cold voice echoed above her head.

An Yan felt a stabbing pain in her chest, her hand holding the dessert box tensed suddenly, her eyes defiant, "I think there is a need."

Fu Shiyan scoffed and stepped forward, his voice low, "Those emoticons revealed your true feelings. A slap followed by a sweet jujube? An Yan, do you take me for a fool?"

An Yan’s eyes misted with grievances, "Then you block me, I only..."

"From now on, do not seek me out. Fu Family owes you nothing anymore. I, Fu Shiyan, owe you even less!" With that, Fu Shiyan sidestepped her and walked away decisively.

Qiu Hua’s eyebrows slightly raised, revealing a victorious smile as she hurried to catch up with Fu Shiyan’s steps.

Han Yang sighed softly, shook his head, and followed them.

An Yan’s spirits dampened, and she let out a soft sigh.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared beside her.

An Yan glanced sideways; the receptionist looked at her with envy.

"So you weren’t here to see Young Master Fu, but to see the president!"

"So it seems. Were you about to call security to throw me out?" An Yan asked, noticing her excitement.

The receptionist quickly shook her head, grasping An Yan’s hand, "Miss An, you’re amazing! To think you managed to talk with the president multiple times!"

Is talking a few words with the president such an honor?

An Yan’s mouth twitched, and she handed the dessert box to her, "It’s yours now."

The receptionist accepted it with astonishment, hurriedly expressing her thanks.

An Yan waved her hand and left.

Outside the Fu Corporation Mansion.

Fu Shiyan got into the back seat of the car, and Qiu Hua attempted to join him.

The man’s cold, dark eyes flashed with disdain, "Doesn’t President Qiu have a car?"

Qiu Hua bent down, her open neckline revealing a deep cleavage. Her voice was sweet, "President Fu, I thought it would be better to ride in the same car to explain the details of the inspection more efficiently."

Fu Shiyan glanced at the figures not far away, then turned his gaze, "Get in."

Qiu Hua was overjoyed.

Over the years, she had never heard of any woman, aside from his family members, who had been in Fu Shiyan’s car. She felt she was a cut above the rest, fitting Fu Shiyan’s tastes perfectly.

Han Yang closed the car door and gave An Yan a sympathetic look before walking around the front of the car to get in.

An Yan felt depressed, wondering if Fu Shiyan had truly taken a liking to that voluptuous woman.

At that moment, Su Yue called.

"Baby Yan, how did it go? Did you make up with Old Dog Fu?"

Every time dogs were mentioned, An Yan would remember the dog face emojis she had sent and couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on, constantly reminding her of the foolish mistake she had made.

"Nope, tough to appease."

"We’re going out to sea tomorrow! It’ll change your mood."

"I don’t want to go. I just want to stay home and think of ways to appease older men. He just let a busty woman get into the car, and now I’m feeling extremely uncomfortable."

"Old Dog Fu is truly a dog! He’s definitely doing this to annoy you! You absolutely need to reclaim the moment! Weekend island getaway, a bunch of top-quality men! That’ll kill Old Dog Fu!"

"Let me think about it."

"Think about what! I’m getting Si Heng to arrange the island trip right now, just wait for my update! If Old Dog Fu really doesn’t care about you, he won’t come. Then you should give up on him sooner! It’s not like anyone’s forcing you to marry the first person you’ve slept with, right?"

Weary in body and mind, An Yan walked to the roadside and hailed a car, "Alright, go ahead and arrange it. I’m getting in the car now."

"OK!"

After getting in the car, An Yan said, "Driver, to Bishui Bay."

In the Maybach.

Qiu Hua gazed at the man’s perfect profile, so dazzlingly striking that she couldn’t help but shift closer to the middle seat.

Fu Shiyan furrowed his brows tightly, a chill emanating from him as he spoke sternly, "Stop the car!"

Han Yang obeyed, pulling the car over.

With a cold glance from the corner of his eyes, as if his gaze could pierce a hole through someone, Fu Shiyan said, "Get out."

With an awkward smile still on her lips, Qiu Hua asked, "President Fu, what’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?"

Impatiently, Fu Shiyan kicked the back of the seat, "Han Yang."

Han Yang got out and opened the back door, "President Qiu, please get out."

Qiu Hua, unable to shamelessly stay in the car any longer, reluctantly got out. She wanted to say something more, but Han Yang shut the car door, cutting off all her views.

Once Han Yang got into the car, Fu Shiyan said, "Back to Fu Corporation."

Soon, the car stopped at the entrance of the mansion.

Han Yang opened the door, and Fu Shiyan got out, his eyes filled with disgust, "Go disinfect the inside and outside of the car. It smells too bad."

"Yes, sir."

Watching the man walk into the mansion, Han Yang reflected, why didn’t President Fu have so many issues when An Yan was in the car?

As Fu Shiyan entered the lobby, everyone greeted him by nodding.

Passing by the reception desk, he spotted a familiar box of sweets.

He walked over and picked it up, "This is mine."

The receptionist: "..." It was clearly already mine. How did this happen? She got cut off last time too, what kind of fate was this!

Only after watching Fu Shiyan enter the private elevator did she realize that the president had actually spoken to her!

Back in his office, Fu Shiyan placed the box of sweets on the desk.

He took off his suit jacket with a look of disgust and threw it into the trash can.

He pressed the intercom, ordering the cleaners to take it away.

He walked into the restroom in the resting area and meticulously washed his hands several times. After drying them, he went back to his desk and sat down.

Carefully, he opened the box which contained four different colored, crystal-clear tea pastries shining like colored glass.

Each tea pastry had a small tag indicating the flavor.

The light pink was white peach flavor, the light red was rose and bird’s nest flavor, the light green was muscat and lime flavor, and the light blue was blueberry and butterfly pea flavor.

He took out the pink one, removed the tag, and took a bite. It was bouncy and QQ, with white peach flesh in the middle, fragrant and sweet.

He tasted the other three flavors in succession, the best sweets he had ever had.

The previous gloom was swept away; recalling the girl’s dispirited look, he felt somewhat discontent in his chest.

He picked up his phone, staring intently at An Yan’s name in the blacklist, his thumb hovering over it as if pondering something.

The chat group was in uproar, messages popping up crazily.