Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 400: Happy Birthday, Wife

Chapter 400: Chapter 400: Happy Birthday, Wife

Su Yue shut the door with annoyance, and before leaving, she didn’t forget to have Si Heng carry two large bags of garbage bags.

Si Heng, "Am I the legendary sucker?"

Su Yue snorted, "You are in the same pants as Old Dog Fu! Don’t even think about touching me tonight!"

Si Heng quickly slipped into the elevator, afraid Su Yue would close the elevator door too quickly.

He clung to Su Yue like a big doggy.

Su Yue glared at him and pushed the head that came close to hers to one side, "Get over there!"

Si Heng chuckled foolishly, "You don’t know how happy I am."

"Happy my ass!"

"Of course, I’m happy, I can warm the bed for my wife tonight."

Su Yue stifled a laugh, "You’ve got sweet talk. It’s more like me warming the bed for you."

Upon exiting the apartment door, Si Heng tossed the garbage bags into the dumpster with flair and wrapped his arm around Su Yue’s waist, "Wife, Mianmian isn’t home tonight. We can enjoy our world for two."

"Dream on, I’m dead tired."

"A Mandaring duck bath?"

Su Yue gave a playful laugh, "Then add some rose petals."

"As you wish!"

After the two of them got into the car, they drove off, kicking up dust.

Fu Shiyan and An Yan withdrew their gaze.

"Tired?"

An Yan shook her head, "Not tired, and also a bit of insomnia."

The two sat on the sofa, and An Yan placed the laptop on her thigh, calling up the hotel surveillance, "Take a look."

Fu Shiyan stared at the computer screen, his gaze growing increasingly dark.

An Yan put the computer aside on the sofa and hugged his arm, "You warned me to watch out for Ruan Qingqing before, and I always thought you were making a big deal out of nothing. The consequences today are because I was blinded by gratitude from the past and failed to see people clearly. It’s all right to hurt myself, but if it hurt the two little ones, I really couldn’t forgive myself."

Fu Shiyan withdrew his arm and encircled her into his embrace, "Stop blaming yourself. How do you want to deal with her?"

"She’s hidden well before, but now she’s taking risks. It seems she’s really putting all her eggs in one basket. Tomorrow, she will definitely come to the birthday banquet to give me a present. It would be rude not to return the favor. This is Hua Country; let’s handle it according to the law."

Fu Shiyan hummed, he didn’t tell An Yan that Fang Zhou was waiting.

"How about a bath?"

"I don’t want to."

"Then a foot bath, I’ll go get the water ready for you."

Fu Shiyan entered the bathroom, and when he came back, he brought a basin of warm water and a foot towel.

He washed her feet as meticulously as when An Yan was pregnant.

He raised his eyes and smiled, "I won’t miss another important moment in our lives ever again."

An Yan pursed her lips and smiled, "Then should you go back to training class, after all, you managed to get bath props flying everywhere."

Fu Shiyan shrugged his shoulders at her sarcasm, "From now on, I’ll take over bathing you, I’ll practice properly."

An Yan, "..."

That night, Fu Shiyan had insomnia.

In the wee hours, he kissed the forehead of the woman in his arms, "Happy birthday, wife."

This was the first birthday Fu Shiyan spent with An Yan.

He sneaked up, entered the kitchen, put on an apron, and gathered the ingredients to bake a cake.

Yes, he was going to make a birthday cake for An Yan by hand.

Following the video tutorial, he went step by step.

Because it was tiramisu, the process was simple and straightforward.

As he whipped the cream, he faintly felt someone’s gaze upon him.

Turning around, he caught An Yan’s eyes.

An Yan pursed her lips, wrapped herself in a blanket, and walked into the kitchen. She hugged him from behind, "Making a birthday cake for me?"

"Mhm, tiramisu. I’m just about to whip the cream."

An Yan’s cheek rested against the man’s back, "Thank you, Ayan."

"Thank me for what? Isn’t this what your man should do?"

He turned around, grasped An Yan’s still slender waist, and lifted her onto the counter, "Just watch me do it."

Fu Shiyan continued his work, poured the well-mixed batter into the mold, smoothed it, covered it with cling film, and put it in the refrigerator.

He stood in front of An Yan, "Let’s get you to sleep first, shall we?"

"First?"

"I’ll bake some cookies for the little ones."

An Yan drew circles on the man’s pajamas with her fingertips, soon inching towards the man’s Adam’s apple, "Are you sure you don’t want to sleep with me?"

Fu Shiyan grabbed her provocative fingers, his voice husky, "Woman, don’t play with fire."

An Yan laughed out loud, "Classic overbearing CEO lines! Tsk! Well, I want to play with fire! What can you do to me?"

Fu Shiyan looked at An Yan’s slightly upturned face, delicate eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, like a peeled lychee, sweet and juicy, very tempting.

Her complexion was so white it shone, her milk-white pajamas couldn’t even compare.

Because it was empty underneath, the protrusions were particularly conspicuous.

They shone as if inviting attention.

Fu Shiyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, "Yanyan, it’s just been twelve weeks, you’re torturing me."

An Yan nodded, "That’s intentional. What can you do to me?"

Fu Shiyan grasped her hand, "Then I’ll have to trouble you a bit more."

An Yan’s mouth twitched fiercely, had she known, she wouldn’t have teased him. In the end, she was the one who suffered.

Fu Shiyan carried her, as one would a child, out of the kitchen into the bedroom...

The birthday banquet was held at Wanjiang Banquet, and all the invitees were close friends of Fu Shiyan and An Yan.

Because entry was by invitation only, Ruan Qingqing, dressed to the nines, was stopped outside the door of Wanjiang Banquet.

She was quite embarrassed, but the staff of Wanjiang only recognized invitations.

She knew that An Yan had done this to spite her.

Just then, she saw Zhou Yi walking up the steps with a bright look in her eyes.

"Old Madam Fu."

Zhou Yi looked at her with disdain, as she had heard about some friction between her and An Yan.

Although she didn’t know the details, anyone who angered An Yan was definitely at fault.

"Miss Ruan, why didn’t you go inside?"

Ruan Qingqing almost burst into tears, "Old Madam Fu, I have something I want to talk to you about."

Zhou Yi smiled slightly, "I am sorry, I don’t have time right now because I need to hurry in and give my daughter-in-law her birthday present."

After nodding politely, she headed straight inside.

Ruan Qingqing quickly followed by her side, "Old Madam Fu, I’m pregnant, with Fu Shiyan’s child."

Zhou Yi almost stumbled, her face changed dramatically, "Stop talking nonsense, my son would never do such a thing. Leave now, don’t ruin the mood!"

Ruan Qingqing, seeing several people alighting from their cars and preparing to go up the steps, whispered, "If you don’t let me in, I’ll announce right now that I’m carrying Fu Shiyan’s child!"

At that moment, Zhou Yi’s phone rang.

After answering, she looked at Ruan Qingqing, "Come with me to the lounge."

Ruan Qingqing didn’t ponder why Zhou Yi’s attitude suddenly changed after the phone call; she just thought she had pushed Zhou Yi to the brink, after all, family shame should not be spread abroad.