Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 393 An Yan Wakes Up

Chapter 393: Chapter 393 An Yan Wakes Up

Fu Shiyan spoke in a mild voice, "Yanyan is currently in a weakened state. It’s not suitable for outsiders to visit. After all, the bacteria they bring could easily lead to an infection for Yanyan."

Ruan Qingqing awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth, "I understand. I’ll leave now."

Fu Shiyan glanced at Han Yang, "Assistant Han, please escort Miss Ruan out."

Han Yang: I’m Vice President Han, okay? Who’s Assistant Han?

However, he did not have the courage to object.

Han Yang made a welcoming gesture, "Miss Ruan, this way, please."

Ruan Qingqing smiled as she walked out, but the moment she left the ward, her face immediately fell.

She hadn’t expected Fu Shiyan to reject her so thoroughly, leaving her in a position of disadvantage.

She walked toward the elevator.

At that moment, Han Yang called out to her.

She turned around and saw Han Yang running forward with a bag, "President Fu said, ’Thank you for Miss Ruan’s kindness, but our wife is very susceptible to infection right now, so you’d better take this back with you.’"

Ruan Qingqing nodded and took the bag.

She left the hospital, got into her car to go home, and then furiously threw the bag onto the ground.

Apples wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper rolled out of the bag, and the delicate petals of roses scattered as well.

After screaming hysterically a few times, she sat down on the couch, hands clutching her hair, and forcefully closed her eyes.

She truly was out of strategies now, without the slightest opportunity to get close to An Yan, and could only pray to heaven that An Yan would not wake up.

The buzz of a vibrating phone came from Fu Shiyan, who picked it up.

Han Yang got into his car after leaving the apartment, "President Fu, you guessed right, Ruan Qingqing was screaming like a madwoman in her room. There’s a high probability she’s involved with the madam’s incident."

"Continue to monitor her every move."

"Yes."

Fu Shiyan said, "Han Yang, do you know why I didn’t assign this task to someone else?"

"I know, because you trust me."

"Mhm, you have a promising future."

Han Yang looked at the still-connected phone and let out a soft sigh. A promising future indeed, if only it could include a wife.

He spent his days as busy as a dog, with no chance even to go on a blind date.

He lifted his head and glared at Ruan Qingqing’s house, cursing her for being utterly wicked, a stealthily ruthless bitch, and still, up to now, there had been no evidence to expose her.

But he believed that justice would eventually triumph over evil, hoping that An Yan would wake up soon and reveal this woman’s vile true face!

Just a few days after Christmas came New Year’s Eve, which was also Fu Shiyan’s birthday.

Fu Shiyan made a tiramisu and came to the hospital. As usual, he talked to An Yan, told her stories, then he opened the cake box, inserted the candles, lit them, and turned off the lights.

Fu Shiyan held An Yan’s hand and couldn’t help but smile wryly, "Yanyan, you once said that we have never celebrated a birthday together, and this year is yet another one we miss. I hope that on your birthday, you can wake up. I want to make a wish with you, blow out the candles, cut the birthday cake, and eat the cake together. Okay?"

He kissed those slender white fingers, "Yanyan, I’m going to make a wish now. Even though everyone says a wish won’t come true if you say it out loud, I still want to tell you. My wish is for my Yanyan to wake up soon, and for our baby to be born safely and soundly. I’m a bit greedy, having made two wishes. Yanyan, did you hear that? If you think I’m too greedy, would you wake up and scold me?"

Fu Shiyan’s voice was choked up, "Alright, now it’s time to blow out the candles and cut the cake."

He blew out the candles, and the room was plunged into darkness.

As he went to turn on the light, he didn’t see the person in the bed move her fingers.

When the ward was bright again, Fu Shiyan began to cut the cake and eat it.

No matter how sweet the cake was, what melted in his throat was sheer bitterness.

Because long-term care was needed, an extra bed had been added to the special care ward.

Fu Shiyan lay on the bed, watching An Yan’s sleeping face, and gradually fell asleep as well.

The next day, he woke up but dared not open his eyes, for he feared his birthday wish would fall through.

Still, afraid as he was of being unable to solve the issues at hand, he knew he still had to face reality.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was An Yan still in her slumber.

He forced a smile, "Yanyan, good morning, I’m going to help you wash up."

Fu Shiyan got up to freshen up first, then came back to assist An Yan with her washing, offering her very careful nursing.

Days went by, one after another, and soon New Year’s Eve arrived.

This year, because An Yan was still in the hospital, there lacked any festive atmosphere.

Fu Shiyan lifted An Yan into the wheelchair and, pushing her to the window, he bent down and said, "Yanyan, I’ve prepared a New Year’s gift for you. Don’t you want to open your eyes and take a look?"

He knew that anything he said now was met without response.

He laughed, "It’s okay, even if you don’t look, I still want to give you this gift."

He called Han Yang, "Start."

No sooner had he hung up the phone than beautiful, splendid fireworks began to explode in the sky.

The fireworks display lasted a full hour.

As the last firework faded into the night, Fu Shiyan asked softly, "Yanyan, did you see that? Were the fireworks beautiful?"

"Very beautiful."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "I’m glad you liked them."

After speaking, the man’s hands on the wheelchair began to tremble uncontrollably.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he couldn’t keep his eyes from reddening.

He took a step forward, crouching beside the wheelchair, observing the woman dressed in a red knit dress, her eyes open, looking at him.

"An Yan, you’re awake! You’ve finally woken up!"

An Yan looked at him with confusion, "The fireworks are beautiful, but who are you? And who am I?"

Fu Shiyan’s mind buzzed, An Yan had amnesia.

He hadn’t expected An Yan to wake up with such a result, but waking up was ultimately a good thing, wasn’t it?

He said with a smile, "Your name is Mu Anyan, and my name is Fu Shiyan, your husband. We have two lovely sons, Fu Mu’an and Fu Jinyan."

He carefully placed his hand on An Yan’s abdomen, "Here, we also have a child, already ten weeks. You suffered serious injuries to your lungs and head, so you’ve been hospitalized, but don’t worry, the child is healthy."

An Yan slowly digested the man’s words, "You mean I’m married to you, we have two children, and there’s another child in my belly?"

"That’s correct."

"How did I get hurt?"

"Anan and Yanyan were kidnapped, and you were hurt by the kidnappers trying to save them."

An Yan acknowledged with an "Oh," then asked, "Where were you?"

Fu Shiyan bit his lip, "I was in Country A preparing our wedding. I’m sorry..."

An Yan frowned, "We have two children, and now I’m carrying another, and you haven’t given me a wedding? How did I ever fall for a man like you?"

Fu Shiyan: "..."

An Yan gave him a sideways glance, "Have we registered our marriage?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan instantly tensed up, "We did register, we are legally married."

An Yan pondered for a moment, "Tell me what we both do for a living."

Fu Shiyan recounted truthfully.

After some contemplation, An Yan said, "So, you work for me. Get the documents ready; we’ll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow and get a divorce!"