Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 384: The President is Above

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: The President is Above

Fu Shiyan arrived at Honor when Lu Minglan, Bai Qinghan, and Shang Wenhang were already there.

Lu Minglan gently swirled the wine glass in his hand, "Why have you arrived so late?"

Fu Shiyan hung up his cashmere coat on a coat rack, then sat on a single sofa. "I had a last-minute video meeting, there are some disagreements with Rui’er Company regarding the new energy development plan."

Lu Minglan took a sip, "Are you still getting used to it?"

"It isn’t about getting used to it," Fu Shiyan replied as he took the wine glass Bai Qinghan handed to him and said thanks. "It’s about responsibility and obligation. Yanyan has been persevering like this over the years."

Bai Qinghan started the conversation, "An Yan really went all out during those years, often taking Anan and Yanyan to meetings in the conference room. Those two kids were really immersed in it from a young age, spouting a bunch of professional jargon as soon as they learned to talk. I still remember when the babies were just months old, four of the company’s executives stirred others to insidiously try to take An Yan down. But they didn’t expect that An Yan, who never fights without necessity, knocked several of them out in just a few moves. After that battle, whether it was Fu Corporation or Mu Corporation, everyone greatly admired her."

Shang Wenhang chimed in, "Admiration is one thing, but the key is that they were really afraid of getting beaten up! Sister-in-law is truly fierce; not only is she tough in a fight, she’s even tougher at the negotiation table. A glass of red wine could knock down a table of executives. Nobody could stand it."

The three of them chatted enthusiastically about An Yan’s achievements over the years, but Fu Shiyan listened with a heavy heart.

During these missing years, An Yan had borne too much pressure.

He felt particularly bitter as he tightened his grip on the wine glass.

He tilted his head back and poured the red liquid down his throat.

He filled his glass repeatedly and then gulped it down.

He took a deep breath, walked out of the private room to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, and splashed his face with handfuls of water.

Looking at himself in the mirror, his eyes were bloodshot.

After so much had happened these days, he would not allow anyone to hurt An Yan or touch his bottom line—he would personally send that person to hell.

He took a piece of paper from the wall-mounted dispenser, dried his hands, and threw it in the trash, then left.

He didn’t rush back to the private room but took a pack of cigarettes out of his trouser pocket.

He hadn’t smoked for a while because they were trying for a baby, but at this moment, he especially wanted one.

His slender fingers pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, just as he was about to flick open his lighter, a bluish-orange flame was brought right in front of him.

Fu Shiyan followed the snow-white arm up to the face of its owner.

He suddenly squinted his eyes—wasn’t this his Yanyan?

He raised the corners of his lips, smiled gently. "Why are you here?"

The woman tilted her head with a puzzled look, "Sir, have you met me before?"

Fu Shiyan was taken aback, the pungent smell of perfume wafted into his nostrils.

This wasn’t his Yanyan, for his Yanyan never wore perfume; her scent had always been that of red wine, making his sense of smell less sensitive earlier.

He directly broke the cigarette, gave her no further look, and walked away.

The woman followed him, "Sir..."

Fu Shiyan’s steps faltered, and as he turned around, his eyes were exceptionally icy. "Wherever you’ve had work done on your face, go get it reversed. If you commit any misdeeds wearing that face, I’ll destroy it myself."

The woman burst into tears immediately, "I was born looking like this, I haven’t had anything done. Is it a mistake to be born this way? Or is it because I look like someone you liked?"

Fu Shiyan turned around, his gaze darkening. He picked up his phone and called Han Yang, "Get a plastic surgeon to Honor, right now, immediately."

Hearing this, the woman trembled all over. She swallowed, "Sir, I’ll leave now, I’ll get plastic surgery."

She turned and quickly ran off.

Fu Shiyan watched the woman’s retreating figure, his anger not subsided.

Really presumptuous, trying to seduce him by changing her appearance to look like An Yan.

Suddenly, he thought of something and quickly chased after her, but the elevator had already gone down.

He rushed into the emergency staircase and headed straight for the first floor; by the time he reached the door, the woman had vanished.

Fu Shiyan was somewhat annoyed because he remembered that An Yan had asked him whether Su Manxi would have plastic surgery.

The woman just now was very likely the post-surgery Su Manxi.

He cursed under his breath and called Mu Shaoze to have him track the woman’s whereabouts.

Mu Shaoze didn’t dare delay and hurriedly searched, but also teased him, "You trust me so much? Why didn’t you ask Little Five? Or did you do something to offend my sister just now?"

"Speak of the living; why keep blowing ill winds?"

Mu Shaoze chuckled teasingly, and his expression turned serious as he looked at the surveillance footage, "Damn! This woman looks too much like Little Five! I really suspect my mom had twin sisters back then!"

Fu Shiyan said, "I suspect this woman is the surgically altered Su Manxi."

Mu Shaoze continued to stare at the screen, "This woman is too familiar with the surveillance locations; she’s dodging the cameras. There must be something fishy, yet she escaped again. Shiyan, you should have used your charm to trap her just now and captured her on the spot."

Fu Shiyan massaged his temples, very annoyed.

Indeed, drinking caused mistakes; his reaction time had been slower.

Back in the private room, Fu Shiyan bid farewell to the others and strode away.

Meanwhile, Han Yang had brought the plastic surgeon over as well.

The three of them met at the entrance of Honor, and Fu Shiyan glanced at the plastic surgeon and asked Han Yang to pay his cab fare and send him away.

"Take me back to Bishui Bay."

Han Yang nodded, took Fu Shiyan’s car keys, and drove him towards Bishui Bay.

Fu Shiyan recounted what had happened on the way, and Han Yang also believed the woman was undoubtedly Su Manxi.

Back at Bishui Bay, Fu Shiyan hung up his coat, changed his shoes, and walked into the bedroom.

At that moment, An Yan was working on some sketches.

Seeing the man return, she quickly got up and approached him, "Let me see how much you’ve drunk?"

Fu Shiyan chuckled and kissed her lips.

An Yan’s eyes widened in surprise as their lips parted, "Did you smoke?"

"While Han Yang was driving me back, I smoked one in the car."

An Yan sniffed his white shirt again, raising an eyebrow, "The scent of perfume?"

Fu Shiyan playfully flicked her little nose, "You do have a nose like a dog."

"You’re the dog!" An Yan squinted her eyes and poked the man’s chest, "Confess!"

Fu Shiyan recounted the event, which shocked An Yan, "So, Su Manxi changed her appearance to look like mine?"

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Although her voice has changed, her motive to approach me and her escape tactics are definitely Su Manxi’s. Now that I’ve exposed her, she won’t dare show that face again."

An Yan chuckled, "So her elaborate plan to seduce you with that face easily failed. She must be furious right now."

Fu Shiyan hummed in agreement, "Definitely. I bet she won’t show up for a while and might even go for another surgery."

An Yan wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, continuously stroking his dark hair, "Mr. Fu, tonight I need to properly commend you for not being misled by another woman."

"How will you commend me?"

An Yan tiptoed, her hands moving down to his neck, and gently kissed the man’s lips, then rubbed her lips against his earlobe, "The boss is on top!"