Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 392 Fu Shiyan Gets Beaten Up

Chapter 392: Chapter 392 Fu Shiyan Gets Beaten Up

Fu Shiyan recounted many memories shared between him and An Yan.

Although he forgot some, An Yan had discussed many with him, and now it was his turn to tirelessly tell them.

Until his eyelids fought each other, holding An Yan’s hand, he slept by her side—it had been over forty hours since he last closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he sharply turned to look at the person on the hospital bed, who still showed no response.

Disappointment that he couldn’t hide filled his eyes; after all, who wouldn’t hope this was all a dream.

He wished to wake up to his wife looking at him with a smile, saying to him, "Ayan, I’ve missed you so much!"

At that moment, someone knocked on the hospital room door.

Fu Shiyan stood up and saw Mu Boyan walking in with Situ Yunqing.

Fu Shiyan respectfully called out, "Master."

Although Situ Yunqing was over sixty years old, he looked to be no more than thirty.

He glared at Fu Shiyan disapprovingly and walked to the bedside, sighing lightly, "My apprentice suffers again because of your rotten peach blossom."

Fu Shiyan lowered his eyes, neither agreeing nor denying; this matter was certainly related to Su Manxi.

If Ruan Qingqing was also involved, it was very likely related to him as well.

So, what Situ Yunqing said wasn’t wrong—it was all his rotten peach blossom.

"Master’s lesson is well received."

The corner of Situ Yunqing’s mouth twitched with annoyance, feeling like his punch had landed on cotton.

If only Fu Shiyan had retorted, he could have snapped back at him.

"When my apprentice will wake up depends on her fate," Situ Yunqing looked at him, "In the meantime, you must absolutely ensure her safety. If anything else happens to her, I will not let you off."

"Master, you can rest assured, I guarantee Yanyan will not be harmed again."

Situ Yunqing huffed coldly, "Your words don’t inspire confidence. One moment you’re hypnotized into amnesia, the next you’re injected with a drug that makes you forget for five years and go missing. Now that you finally return, this dreadful thing happens! It doesn’t seem to bother you, while my poor apprentice is heartbroken and physically hurt, carrying two and now expecting another! You were absent for so many crucial moments, I think your only use now is to provide sperm!"

He stared at the silent Fu Shiyan, "Until An Yan wakes up, you must not leave her side for a minute. Can you do that?"

"Yes," Fu Shiyan replied, eyes downcast, like a schoolboy who had erred, listening to his teacher’s reprimand.

The more Situ Yunqing looked at him, the angrier he became, "Can’t protect your own wife and son, good-for-nothing!" With that, he turned to leave. As he reached the doorway, he stopped, "Fang Zhou will be coming soon, prepare to get beaten."

Mu Boyan had never seen the formidable Fu Shiyan getting scolded without retort.

However, he quite agreed with Situ Yunqing’s words and found it secretly satisfying.

Fu Shiyan noticed his hesitation to speak, "There’s no need to comfort me, Master is right."

Mu Boyan chuckled softly, "I didn’t intend to comfort you. I just felt that those words made sense and spoke for all of us. When Little Five had an accident, we of the Mu Family naturally were furious and had many complaints against you. If it weren’t for Little Five’s deep-rooted feelings for you, we would have definitely kicked you out! Of course, after Little Five wakes up, we four brothers-in-law certainly won’t let you off. Right now, though, we need you to take care of Little Five and atone for your sins."

Fu Shiyan: "..." Indeed, these four brothers-in-law would not let him off.

Mu Boyan patted his shoulder, "Don’t worry, I’ll ask Fang Zhou to go easy on you, since you still need to take care of Little Five."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao appears; as Mu Boyan exited, Fang Zhou entered.

The man radiated an ominous aura as he approached the bed and looked at An Yan’s pale face, his lips forming a straight line.

After staring for a while, he turned to Fu Shiyan, "Spare me ten minutes of your time."

Fu Shiyan followed him down the corridor, into the elevator, and up to the rooftop.

The moment the rooftop iron door closed, Fang Zhou’s fist crashed into Fu Shiyan’s face.

Fu Shiyan staggered back several steps, steadying himself to receive the man’s heavy punches again.

Blow after blow landed on him, and Fu Shiyan did not fight back.

Fang Zhou grasped Fu Shiyan’s collar and raised his bloodstained fist again, but then he let go. "Do you know why I’m hitting you?"

Fu Shiyan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. "I didn’t handle Su Manxi properly."

"You know that!" Fang Zhou cleaned his hands. "A piece of trash managed to cause waves again and implicated An Yan in such an undeserved disaster! I heard she’s dead."

"Yes, her face was disfigured, tendons in her limbs were severed, the artery in her neck was pierced, and parts of her body were burned."

Fang Zhou sneered coldly. "You think dying like that is pitiful? She deserved death!"

Fu Shiyan touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue. "I actually suspect someone else."

Fang Zhou’s narrow eyes slitted. "Who?"

"Ruan Qingqing."

"Tell me about it," Fang Zhou raised an eyebrow slightly.

Fu Shiyan shared his suspicions, and Fang Zhou clicked his tongue lightly. "You really are a disaster."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

Fang Zhou thought for a moment. "If she really is that meticulous, it wouldn’t be easy for me to take action without alerting her. So, you find out the truth, and if it really is her, leave her to me to deal with."

"Silence her?" Fu Shiyan asked.

"Silence her? I want to make her wish she were dead!" A chill flashed in Fang Zhou’s eyes.

Fu Shiyan was somewhat puzzled. "Aren’t doctors’ duties to treat the sick and save lives?"

Fang Zhou laughed softly. "My scalpel and drill are not just for treating the sick and saving lives."

Watching the man’s arrogant retreat, Fu Shiyan remembered what An Yan had once told him: Never provoke her senior brother Fang Zhou.

Doctors are considered angels in white, but Fang Zhou is the devil among angels.

At this moment, Ruan Qingqing was unaware that her remaining life would be worse than death.

This man named Fang Zhou was truly a devilish existence; she wouldn’t even be able to die if she wanted!

Returning to the patient room, Fu Shiyan cleaned his disheveled appearance in the washroom and then sat back down to talk to An Yan at the bedside.

For the first ten days, An Yan had been on intravenous antibiotics, without any liquid meals.

Every day, Han Yang was only responsible for Fu Shiyan’s meals.

Starting the eleventh day, the IV bottles were all taken down, and a tube was inserted through An Yan’s nose for the convenience of administering liquid food.

Fu Shiyan, seeing this, felt particularly distressed. He asked Han Yang to go to Moon Restaurant and have Sister Tang personally prepare the liquid meal for An Yan, not to be touched by anyone else.

Han Yang remembered the request, watching Sister Tang cook personally and then use a blender to make it into liquid food, which he delivered himself.

On Christmas Eve, Han Yang entered the hospital elevator holding a thermal container, and by chance, Ruan Qingqing also stepped in.

She smiled, "Assistant Han."

Han Yang nodded slightly, "Miss Ruan."

Ruan Qingqing, carrying a bag, said, "It’s Christmas Eve, I’ve come to see An Yan."

Han Yang curled his lips in a smile. "Our madam is fortunate to have a friend like you."

Although he said this, Han Yang didn’t really agree; after all, Fu Shiyan was suspicious of Ruan Qingqing.

Ruan Qingqing nodded, "I really hope An Yan wakes up soon."

Han Yang smiled, "Yes, we’re all looking forward to that day."

When the two entered the patient room, Fu Shiyan was telling An Yan a fairy tale, more accurately, telling both An Yan and the child in her belly.

Fu Shiyan turned his head at the sound and his smile faded slightly. "Miss Ruan is here."

Ruan Qingqing pressed her lips into a smile. "I’ve brought peace fruit and fresh flowers for An Yan."