Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 40 Fu Shiyan He’s Here

Chapter 40: Chapter 40 Fu Shiyan He’s Here

Bai Qinghan’s lips twitched; his hands trembled as he fiercely closed his eyes. "I want to date you!"

With a whoosh, the arrow pierced through the apple and crashed to the ground.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, completely dumbfounded. All they could hear were the sounds of the waves crashing and fish leaping out of the water with a splash.

Bai Qinghan abruptly opened his eyes, glanced at the ground, then towards An Yan. In addition to shock, there was admiration; he rushed to An Yan, "Goddess, that was so cool!"

An Yan used her bow to keep people at bay. She looked at Fu Chenyu, "Your turn."

Fu Chenyu took the bow and arrow with a hint of defiance, "Yirou, you hold the apple and stand over there. Don’t worry, I will definitely hit the apple."

An Yirou looked at the sharp arrow, frightened that her heart was about to leap out.

She shook her head violently; she didn’t want to die. "No, I don’t want to play anymore, I give up."

Fu Chenyu frowned, "Don’t you trust me?"

An Yirou clutched at his arm, crying, "Chenyu, let’s not play this..."

Fu Chenyu shook her off, "Such a spoilsport! You can’t take a little game!"

An Yirou naturally couldn’t afford to risk it. If she were shot and disfigured, Fu Chenyu would certainly not want her anymore.

Worried that An Yan would play dirty, she attacked preemptively, "We’re sisters, you wouldn’t make it difficult for me, right?"

An Yan shrugged, "I’m very petty; I always repay an eye for an eye." She cast a sidelong glance at An Yirou, "Let’s go, you have to accept the loss if you’ve made the bet!"

An Yirou bit her lip in resentment and coyly followed An Yan out of the cabin.

Lu Mingyuan sent out the archery video clip with a caption: The little lady was full of swagger today.

Inside a yacht not far from the two other yachts, a man clicked on the video. Watching the girl’s arrogant little face and sly smile—so different from her gentle and weak appearance in front of him—he couldn’t help but think she should always be like this, bright, unrestrained, and carefree.

Han Yang gazed out, "President Fu, Miss An Yan has taken Miss An onto the top deck."

Fu Shiyan’s brows knotted, a vague unease in his heart, "Let’s head over there."

An Yan tilted her chin up, "We had agreed earlier; the winner can ask the loser to do anything."

An Yirou glared at her resentfully, "I can’t dance, An Yan, don’t go too far!"

"I just wanted to see you dance an exotic dance for everyone, but you gave me an even better suggestion. Go ahead and dance!"

"An Yan, you will never beat me." A vicious gleam crossed An Yirou’s eyes and as people approached, she suddenly grabbed An Yan’s collar and fell backward.

An Yan was about to grab the railing to steady herself when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on a nearby yacht.

Wasn’t he supposed to be on a business trip?

How could he be here?

Without sparing a thought for anything else, An Yan only wanted to determine if he cared for her.

She didn’t grab onto anything and plummeted straight down.

The moment she hit the water, her mind suddenly cleared.

The Fu Shiyan she had seen must have been a hallucination. He was on a business trip, he should be on a plane right now—how could he appear before her?

An Yan swam upwards; An Yirou, however, clung to her throat tightly.

An Yan kicked her in the abdomen. An Yirou, in pain, released her grip but grabbed the sash of her chiffon cover-up to pull her towards the propeller.

In an instant, the sash tangled around the propeller blades.

The immense rotational force pulled An Yan toward the swiftly moving propeller.

An Yan clung to the keel beneath the yacht, knowing that if she let go, she’d be sucked into the blades and minced into a bloody mess.

An Yirou smiled triumphantly. When she saw Fu Chenyu dive in, she swam over and clutched him tightly.

"Where’s An Yan?" Fu Chenyu asked.

The man’s sudden concern for An Yan made An Yirou’s heart panic, "Chenyu, I’m so cold and scared. Can you take me up first?"

At the same time, An Yan looked in disbelief at the two familiar figures swimming towards her.

One was Fu Shiyan and the other, Bai Qinghan.

Fu Shiyan, it really was him, what she’d seen before was not an illusion!

Fu Shiyan pointed at the propeller, and Bai Qinghan nodded and swam up to it.

He swam over quickly, bracing himself against the keel with one hand and firmly clasping An Yan’s waist with the other.

An Yan’s nose felt sour, and she wanted to cry.

In times of peril, he rushed towards her time and again.

Seeing bubbles escape from An Yan’s lips, Fu Shiyan knew she was running out of oxygen.

Fu Shiyan pressed his lips to hers, trying to transfer the breath from his mouth to hers.

An Yan understood his intentions, but she couldn’t be so selfish, her lips remained tightly pursed.

Fu Shiyan became anxious, his hand around her waist tightened, An Yan whimpered, and the man’s tongue pried open her lips and passed his breath to her.

An Yan’s heart raced, staring undistractedly at the man before her.

Fu Shiyan’s eyes sparkled with an unknown allure as he captured her soft lips and lightly sucked twice.

At that moment, the propeller blades gradually stopped turning, and the pulling force on An Yan’s body also disappeared.

Their lips parted, and Fu Shiyan’s fingertips gently caressed An Yan’s lips.

Worried about An Yan’s lack of oxygen, he pulled off her outer garment, wrapped his arms around her waist, and swam up with her.

The two surfaced, gasping for air deeply.

Bai Qinghan swam over, very worried, "An Yan, are you alright?"

An Yan, weakened by the lack of oxygen for a long time, clung to Fu Shiyan’s chest with both hands, her voice faint, "I’m okay."

She looked up at Fu Shiyan, water droplets flowing incessantly down his handsome cheeks, "Thank you, Younger Uncle."

Fu Shiyan had reverted to his usual aloof demeanor as if the shallow kiss in the sea was nothing but An Yan’s imagination.

He said indifferently, "No need to thank me."

Si Heng lowered the rescue ladder, and soon the three of them were saved and brought up.

Su Yue wrapped a blanket around An Yan, embracing her, "Are you alright? Why is your neck so red?"

Being in the water for a while, An Yan was somewhat cold, she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, nodding slightly, "Don’t worry."

Su Yue glared fiercely at An Yirou, "An Yan is a good swimmer, so why was she under the water for so long?"

An Yirou shook her head, nestled in Fu Chenyu’s arms, "I don’t know, my sister pushed me into the sea, and I was confused, so I just tried hard to swim upwards."

"You lie without even drafting it!" An Yan flicked aside the hair at her neck, revealing faintly discernible finger marks, "An Yirou, tell everyone, who pinched me!"

All eyes fell on An Yirou, waiting to hear her explanation.

Panic flickered in the depths of An Yirou’s eyes. She had wanted An Yan to die, but she hadn’t expected An Yan to kick her in the abdomen with such force; her abdomen was still in agony.

"In a panic, people instinctively grab onto something. When my sister pushed me into the water, I was too flustered, I might have accidentally grabbed on, but that was just a reflex," An Yirou clung to Fu Chenyu tightly, "Brother Chengyu, I really didn’t do it on purpose, but my sister kicked me hard in the abdomen."

After saying that, she lifted her outer garment to reveal a bikini with scant fabric, her fair abdomen indeed showed a large red area.

This implied that An Yirou’s actions towards An Yan were accidental, while An Yan’s kick was alleged to be intentional.

An Yan knew this Green Tea Bitch wouldn’t admit it and might even turn the tables on her.

She scoffed, "I’m a decent swimmer, but does everyone know why I didn’t come up for so long?"