Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 397: Yanyan, You Want to Use Me as Bait?

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: Yanyan, You Want to Use Me as Bait?

An Yan slightly hooked her lips upward, "Then let her make a move again."

"Make another move? Yanyan, you are pregnant now."

An Yan wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, "Isn’t it because you are here?"

"If I am here, how could she make a move?"

An Yan’s eyebrows slightly raised, "As long as the lure is tempting enough, I don’t believe she won’t be tempted."

"The tempting lure?" Fu Shiyan felt a bad premonition, "Yanyan, are you thinking of using me as bait?"

"Don’t worry, it’s only about appearance, not selling the flesh."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

An Yan whispered her plan to him, and Fu Shiyan’s complexion grew worse.

He pursed his lips, and after a long while, said, "I want her to just disappear."

"We live in a society governed by law, don’t dirty your hands. Most importantly, I want her to experience the taste of fear and dread," said An Yan, her eyes narrowing. "Dying would be letting her off too easily. If she were only targeting me, I might still leave her a way out, but she doesn’t spare Anan or Yanyan. How could I possibly forgive her?"

She tilted her head and kissed the man’s chin, "Don’t worry, I couldn’t bear to let her touch you."

Fu Shiyan touched his forehead to hers, "Wife, can you not look at other men?"

"How can I lure her in if I don’t?"

"But I get jealous."

An Yan hooked her arms around his neck and slowly began to move downward, "How about I give you benefits every night?"

Fu Shiyan’s gaze deepened, his voice husky, "Do I get any tonight?"

"What do you think?"

Fu Shiyan scooped her up and strode out of the walk-in closet, gently placing her on the bed.

He captured her lips, deepening the kiss while his warm palms wandered over her smooth skin.

Because An Yan was not yet four months pregnant, they had to explore other ways to provide Fu Shiyan with benefits.

Fu Shiyan’s eyes were hazy as he watched An Yan unbutton his shirt one by one, exposing his well-defined chest.

An Yan’s soft fingers glided across his sturdy abs and with a click, the metal buckle of his belt was undone.

Fu Shiyan took a deep breath, the corners of his eyes tinged with desire.

He tilted his neck back, his Adam’s apple moving up and down, extremely sexy.

"Yanyan..."

When all was done, Fu Shiyan pulled her into his embrace. "Tired?"

An Yan hummed, "I kind of regret it now. I said benefits every night, can we make it once a week?"

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "A woman’s word is hard to chase like a spooked horse."

An Yan: "..."

In the following days, An Yan would go to the Galaxy Design Studio, spending every day having lunch and chatting with Su Yue and Ruan Qingqing.

Su Yue, being rather obtuse, never suspected that An Yan had regained her memory.

But Ruan Qingqing was different; her mind was meticulous, occasionally tossing out probing comments.

Always tiptoeing, fearful that someone might notice.

One day the three of them went to a Western restaurant for lunch.

An Yan took a sip of corn juice, making a distressed face, "You all say Fu Shiyan and I are so in love, but I don’t feel it. He always tells me not to do this or that. It’s really annoying. He always acts like he’s doing it for my own good."

Su Yue asked, "He’s always been the jealous type, very possessive, I’ve told you."

"I can’t quite accept it. Can you feel that suffocating sensation? Not having any personal space at all." An Yan shook her head, "I think he and I are a bit incompatible. I really wonder how I used to get along with him."

Ruan Qingqing lowered her gaze, pondering over the truth of Mu Anyan’s words.

Perhaps this was just a form of showing off.

But when one hears these kinds of words too often, it isn’t showing off anymore, it’s really just exhaustion.

Ruan Qingqing felt that after Mu Anyan lost her memory, she didn’t love Fu Shiyan as much anymore.

Because of this, she even specifically consulted a psychologist to ask if amnesia could change someone’s personality or affect their relationship with their lover.

The psychologist confirmed that this phenomenon exists.

However, once the person’s memory was restored, they might re-establish their old relationship with their lover.

Ruan Qingqing thought that if during this period she and Fu Shiyan got together according to Mu Anyan’s personality, she would definitely not want Fu Shiyan anymore—even if she regained her memory, she wouldn’t accept a man who had been "tainted."

Mu Anyan was too proud, and she couldn’t tolerate any flaws.

Ruan Qingqing was very worried about Mu Anyan regaining her memory, so this was definitely the perfect opportunity to take Fu Shiyan away.

Especially since she had heard that Mu Anyan and Fu Shiyan were having a cold war.

Late at night.

An Yan was organizing Fu Shiyan’s shirts, while remnants of unresolved desire still lingered in his eyes.

"The groundwork has been laid, now it’s your turn to take the stage."

Fu Shiyan voiced his dissatisfaction, "Being a meter away from her fills me with disgust."

"Go on, letting someone fall from grace is truly heartbreaking." An Yan clicked her tongue, "I feel like I’m the malicious supporting character in a novel."

Fu Shiyan laughed, "No matter what happens, you are my leading lady."

He kissed An Yan’s cheek, "See you in the morning."

An Yan nodded her head, "Have a pleasant night."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

After Fu Shiyan left reluctantly, An Yan started to rant in a small group chat with Ruan Qingqing and Su Yue.

An Yan: [I managed to drive Monk Tang away! If it weren’t for the baby in my belly, I wouldn’t want to be with him!]

Su Yue: [Stop messing around, lure him back quickly. What if some enchantress snatches him away? By the time you regain your memory, it will be too late for tears.]

An Yan: [If he can be easily snatched away, then it’s better to let him go. I really don’t know why I fell in love with him before. I feel like we have nothing in common now.]

Ruan Qingqing: [There are no overnight resentments between spouses, just bring him back.]

An Yan: [I’m not going! Qingqing, you check on him for me. I don’t trust anyone else.]

Ruan Qingqing: [Wouldn’t that be inappropriate? What if Mr. Fu discovers me trailing him and misunderstands?]

An Yan: [Then you can say I sent you. Yueyue is dealing with Mianmian, so you’re more available. If not you, then I’ll ask my older brother.]

Su Yue: [Forget it, knowing your brother’s temper, they might end up fighting. Better for Qingqing to go.]

Ruan Qingqing: [Sigh, then it’s up to me. I’ll keep you updated.]

An Yan: [Once I find out where he is, I’ll let you know.]

After a while, An Yan sent Fu Shiyan’s location to Ruan Qingqing, instructing her to snap photos if she found him flirting with anyone.

After all that, she sent a message to Fu Shiyan, [The fish has bitten the hook.]

At that moment, Fu Shiyan, who was driving, saw the message and chuckled helplessly.

He replied through a voice message.

Upon opening it, An Yan heard Fu Shiyan say, [Double the benefits, can’t refuse!]

She chuckled and replied with an OK.

Fu Shiyan went to a bar to drown his sorrows in drink. Before long, a figure appeared beside him.

Ruan Qingqing said, "Mr. Fu, An Yan is very worried about you and asked me to take you home."