Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 391: Suspecting the Work of Ruan Qingqing

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Suspecting the Work of Ruan Qingqing

Fu Shiyan’s eyes reddened instantly as he squatted down and tightly embraced the two little ones in his arms.

Last time, An Yan had carried the two little ones under severe injury, and this time was no different.

His wife’s vitality was so resilient, and so were their children.

Fu Shiyan cried and laughed, "Yes, you’re going to be big brothers, and I’m going to be a father again."

Everyone basked in the joy that An Yan had survived another ordeal and that two families were about to welcome another member.

Only Ruan Qingqing felt a chill run down her spine. After all she had done, she still hadn’t managed to kill Mu Anyan.

Once Mu Anyan woke up and revealed her betrayal, it would be the end for her, a total end.

Why was fate so unfair to her, and why was Mu Anyan so fortunate? Not only did God spare her life, but she was also pregnant again.

She felt so suffocated that she clenched her lips, her mind full of what might happen to her if Mu Anyan woke up.

"Qingqing, Qingqing?"

Su Yue patted her shoulder. "You must be overjoyed! I was calling you, but you didn’t even hear me!"

Ruan Qingqing managed a strained smile, "Yes, I’m happy for Anyan. What would happen if something happened to her? What about Anan and Yanyan? Now it’s all good; not only is she fine, but she also has another child."

Su Yue hugged her excitedly, "Thank you, Qingqing, for being there for Anyan at the critical moment and saving the little ones from the blaze. You saved the lives of four people!"

Ruan Qingqing’s mouth twitched slightly, "It’s what I should do as a friend."

"Yes, you’ve saved Anyan twice. When she wakes up, she’ll be even more grateful to you."

Ruan Qingqing’s mind was in complete disarray. She was really too afraid of Mu Anyan waking up.

But luckily, Mu Boyan said that it was uncertain when Mu Anyan would wake up—it could be days, months, or even years.

She might have a chance to leave or to eliminate Mu Anyan.

Because the ICU was a single-person ward, Anyan was moved straight into the ward after coming out of the operating room.

Fu Shiyan asked Mu Boyan to take care of Anyan, as he had matters to attend to.

Everyone else also left, and Fu Shiyan drove out of the hospital and into the flow of traffic.

Ruan Qingqing parked her car in a spot and turned off the engine.

She leaned her head against the headrest and closed her eyes.

The situation had unfolded completely differently from what she had imagined, and she was extremely unsettled.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the car window.

Ruan Qingqing looked and her heart raced—there he was, the very Fu Shiyan who haunted her dreams.

She unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out of the car.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Shiyan stood in front of her. "I want to hear about what happened again."

Ruan Qingqing had rehearsed this script many times, so she described it quickly.

After a while, seeing that Fu Shiyan made no response and was just silently smoking, she began to suspect she had said something wrong that had aroused his suspicion.

She felt the likelihood was almost zero since none of the four Mu brothers had found any faults.

"Mr. Fu?"

Fu Shiyan snuffed out the cigarette butt. "Do you think a friend with deep ties of friendship could betray?"

Ruan Qingqing’s mind boomed, but she still maintained her composure, "How could that be? What’s wrong?"

"Nothing." Fu Shiyan threw the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can. "I believe Yanyan will wake up soon. What do you think?"

Ruan Qingqing curved her lips into a smile, "I also believe that Anyan will wake up soon. Then your family of five will be reunited."

Fu Shiyan nodded, turning to leave.

But suddenly, he paused, glancing sideways, "Yanyan was stabbed from behind."

Ruan Qingqing wiped away tears, "Su Manxi was too fast, I simply couldn’t stop her. Mr. Fu, I feel very guilty."

Fu Shiyan spoke in a subdued voice, "Do you know? Yanyan is a world-class octagon cage female boxing champion, and she can take on ten at a time without breaking a sweat. The only thing that could hurt her, besides worrying about a sneak attack on her child, is if she turned her back to the person she trusted the most."

Ruan Qingqing clenched her fists, trembling, feeling as if she was about to suffocate.

Fu Shiyan let out a faint laugh, "However, since Yanyan trusts you, that’s of course the first possibility."

After he said this, he dropped the smile from his face and got into his car to leave.

Ruan Qingqing watched the taillights disappear around the corner, staggering back a few steps and leaning against the car body.

In the end, she didn’t know how she managed to get home.

She let out a deep breath and collapsed onto the floor.

The words Fu Shiyan had spoken today were definitely full of suspicion towards her. But why?

She had been perfect in what she did and said, hadn’t she?

She hadn’t shown any admiration for Fu Shiyan; she had no motive for the crime.

She truly couldn’t figure out at which point she had exposed herself.

Scrambling up in a miserable state, she ran into her room to pack her things and escape, but then she thought, wouldn’t that just be more incriminating, proving that there was indeed a problem?

What if Mu Anyan never woke up?

Wouldn’t she be off the hook then?

Unconscious, stay unconscious...

Meanwhile, Fu Shiyan drove to the basement of a bar.

Opening the door, the nauseating stench of blood assailed his nostrils.

Bai Qinghan, Shang Wenhang, and Lu Minglan rose from their seats on the sofa.

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly to the men, then turned his attention to the disheveled woman kneeling on the ground – the crazed fan.

Fu Shiyan extended his hand, and Bai Qinghan passed him a pair of white gloves, which he carefully put on before approaching the woman, "Who instructed you to do this?"

"Su...Su Manxi."

"Really?" Fu Shiyan took the hammer passed to him by Shang Wenhang, "There’s a price to pay for lying."

The bodyguards held down the woman, securing her hands firmly.

Fu Shiyan, without any hesitation, lifted the hammer and brought it down with force.

The woman’s agonizing screams filled the air, "I’m not lying!"

The pounding sounds continued, and all ten of her fingers were drenched in blood, but she insisted it was Su Manxi who was responsible.

Su Manxi was already dead, with parts of her body burned, and her phone had revealed her private contact with the crazed fan.

However, Fu Shiyan vaguely felt that there was more to this affair.

"Was it Ruan Qingqing who instructed you?"

The crazed fan collapsed on the ground but continued to pin the blame on Su Manxi.

She wouldn’t betray Ruan Qingqing, because Ruan Qingqing had promised to help her get rid of Fu Jinqiao if she stuck to her story.

Fu Shiyan felt this line of questioning was leading nowhere. He stood up, removed the gloves, and threw them to the ground, "Dump her on the doorstep of the police station."

Bai Qinghan nodded, "Don’t worry, Brother Yan."

Fu Shiyan left the bar, got into the driver’s seat, and pulled out a wet wipe to carefully clean his fingers. Then he made a call to Song Chao, "That crazed fan hurt Yanyan, Jinqiao, and Li Qiutong. I want her to face the most severe legal punishment."

Song Chao said, "Intentional injury, attempted murder among other charges combined, possibly the death penalty."

"Appreciate your efforts."

"Rest assured, President Fu."

Fu Shiyan returned to Bishui Bay, took a quick shower, changed into casual clothes, and headed to the hospital.

Mu Boyan hadn’t slept for over thirty hours. Fu Shiyan told him to go home and rest, and only after much urging did Boyan leave.

Fu Shiyan sat in front of the hospital bed, his hand resting on An Yan’s belly, "Yanyan, you’re going to be a mother again. Won’t you wake up soon?"