Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 39 Young Master Bai, Do You Have Any Last Words?

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Young Master Bai, Do You Have Any Last Words?

Su Yue’s tea fruit fell to the ground, and she was instantly fuming, "My tea fruit! Who the hell did this! Damn it!"

An Yan and Su Yue had just exited the cabin when they saw a familiar figure standing on the bow of another yacht.

Fu Chenyu leaned on the railing with a smirk, "Didn’t expect to run into someone I know, my apologies!"

Si Heng looked at Fu Chenyu with dissatisfaction, "How did you drive the boat? With such a vast sea area, you still had to crash into my yacht?"

An Yirou trembled as she came out of the cockpit, "I’m really sorry, it wasn’t on purpose."

An Yan was already in a foul mood, but seeing An Yirou made her even angrier, "If you can’t drive, don’t, always causing trouble!"

An Yirou’s eyes reddened as she clutched Fu Chenyu’s arm, "Sister, why must you be so aggressive?"

An Yan snorted lightly, "You and Du Xinlan have monopolized the shares left by my mother for years, and you call me aggressive?"

"Sister, can we talk about family matters back at home? Everyone came out to have fun today..."

An Yan coldly said, "Family matters? If you considered me family, you wouldn’t have turned my fiancé into your brother-in-law."

An Yirou looked fragile and pitiful with tears like pear blossoms, "Sister, I know you’re upset, and I’m willing to make any amends you want, even if it’s throwing scalding hot water on me like last time."

A gleam flashed in An Yan’s eyes as she looked at Su Yue, "Yueyue, don’t you think it’s a waste not to torment someone who begs for it?"

Su Yue smirked, "I just boiled a kettle of water."

An Yirou intended to make everyone think that An Yan was a ruthless woman, but An Yan seemed to not care about others’ opinions at all. She knew An Yan meant what she said, and this time she had shot herself in the foot.

She clutched Fu Chenyu’s arm uneasily, "Chenyu..."

Fu Chenyu was secretly pleased, as all signs showed that An Yan was jealous.

He said, "Let’s not bring up the past anymore. An Yan, I will always be there if you need anything."

An Yan ignored Fu Chenyu who was just spewing nonsense, acting as if he was just polluting the air.

Bai Qinghan scoffed, "Young Master Fu need not bother, I will take care of everything for An Yan."

Fu Chenyu’s tongue pressed against his cheek, feeling bitter.

An Yan raised her chin, "An Yirou, you wanted to apologize to me, right?"

An Yirou, in front of everyone, couldn’t go back on her words, but thinking that Fu Chenyu would never let this despicable woman harm her, she nodded, "Yes."

An Yan went into the cabin, fetched a food container with six light green tea fruits inside, "Just eat these six tea fruits, and your affair with my fiancé will be considered settled."

Su Yue arched an eyebrow, so this was why An Yan had stopped her from eating them!

An Yirou saw that it was a dessert, and her heart settled, "Okay, as long as it means clearing the air with my sister."

Bai Qinghan brought the food container forward, An Yirou took one and bit into it, her face instantly changing.

The sharp, pungent taste instantly filled her mouth and nose, bringing tears streaming down her face.

An Yirou cried out, "This is wasabi filling."

An Yan smirked, "Eat up, don’t leave even one. Only then can I see your true feelings!"

Su Yue covered her mouth and laughed, whispering, "So this is why you didn’t let me eat them?"

"Yeah."

Su Yue looked at Bai Qinghan, thinking the kid was quite lucky to have An Yirou, the hapless one, to take the blows for him.

Under everyone’s gaze, An Yirou endured the ordeal and finished all six tea fruits, wiping her tears, "Sister, sis, haha, are you satisfied now?"

An Yan smiled faintly, "This matter with Fu Chenyu is settled, but as for everything else, we’ll settle it slowly over time!"

An Yirou gnashed her teeth in hatred, took the mineral water handed by Lu Jiajia, and swore to make this damn country bumpkin die a miserable death!

Fu Chenyu’s mouth twitched. Did he merely amount to six tea fruits?

Feeling aggrieved, he gazed at An Yan’s unbothered face, his desire to possess growing stronger.

Zhou Zhan, Fu Chenyu’s companion, laughed, "Just now, Yirou didn’t do it on purpose. But this bump has brought about a fate. Why don’t we all play together?"

The others in the group agreed, "Yeah, it’s more fun when everyone plays together. We can even have a fish barbecue and a bonfire party tonight."

Just as Bai Qinghan was about to refuse, An Yan spoke up, "Sure, let’s play together. But the loser must accept a punishment. Dare to play?"

Fu Chenyu retorted, "What’s there to fear, as long as you can afford to lose!"

An Yirou, observing An Yan’s sly smile, felt uneasy. She had a feeling that Yan was setting a trap for her.

She tugged at Fu Chenyu, "Chenyu, maybe we shouldn’t play."

"Why are you being such a spoilsport?"

Seeing the man furrow his brows, An Yirou pursed her lips. She didn’t dare oppose any of Fu Chenyu’s decisions.

An Yan, Bai Qinghan, Shang Wenhang, Su Yue against Fu Chenyu, An Yirou, Zhou Zhan, and Lu Jiajia.

Fu Chenyu gave An Yan a suggestive look, "I’m game for whatever you want to play."

An Yan said, "Then let’s play archery."

Su Yue gave Si Heng a look, and he quickly brought over the bow and arrows they had prepared the night before.

Everyone was intrigued, as they usually played cards, dice, or darts. Archery added that thrilling heartbeat.

An Yan smirked, "Since everyone agrees, no backing out now."

Fu Chenyu grinned, "There’s nothing to regret. Let’s start now."

An Yan explained, "The rules are simple. Teams of two will compete against another team. One person shoots the arrow, and the other has an apple on their head as the target. The shooter who hits the apple wins."

Everyone: "..."

An Yan looked at An Yirou, "I choose to team up with Bai Qinghan to challenge you and Fu Chenyu."

Bai Qinghan: "... Am I the target?"

An Yan laughed, "You and the apple are the targets."

"Can I back out?"

"You agreed to accept the consequences of the fishing bet earlier. Fulfill my request now, be my target."

Bai Qinghan: "..."

An Yirou looked at Fu Chenyu in panic, "Chenyu, I’m worried my hands might shake and I’ll hit you..."

Fu Chenyu glared at her, regretting now would be too shameful for him.

He said, "Yirou, you be the target. Trust me, I’ll definitely hit the apple."

An Yirou: "..."

An Yan took the bow and arrows from Su Yue, along with an apple, and tossed the apple to Bai Qinghan, "Go stand on the deck and don’t move, or I can’t guarantee where I might shoot."

Bai Qinghan’s mouth twitched, reluctantly he walked over, placed the shiny red apple on his head, and covered his vitals, fearing the worst, "Alright, go ahead!"

An Yan stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, one hand holding the bow, the other wielding the arrow.

The sea breeze tousled her dark hair, and the sunlight cast a gentle golden glow on her calm, soft face.

An Yan aimed at the apple atop Bai Qinghan’s head, her lips curling mischievously, "Young Master Bai, any last words?"