Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 403: Yanyan, Happy Birthday to You

Chapter 403: Chapter 403: Yanyan, Happy Birthday to You

This incident had no impact on the continuation of the reception afterward, but discussions about the matter persisted long after the party had ended.

Of course, they were all curses directed at Ruan Qingqing.

Through this incident, the flirty girls who wanted to make a move on Fu Shiyan also became intimidated.

After all, everyone had seen what happened to Ruan Qingqing; anyone who dared provoke Fu Shiyan or An Yan was truly signing their own death warrant.

When the reception concluded, the two little ones were taken away by Fu Haichuan and Zhou Yi.

Because tonight, Fu Shiyan had planned to spend an intimate evening with An Yan. To be precise, it was going to be three of them, though the one in the womb could hardly be considered a third wheel and thus ignored.

Fu Shiyan embraced An Yan as they walked from the basement garage toward the elevator.

The man’s voice was tender, "Tired?"

"Not tired," An Yan shook her head, "You didn’t eat much tonight, shall I make you something?"

"Today is your birthday, I wouldn’t dare tire you out."

An Yan raised her eyebrows; she’d remember these words.

When they got home, both changed into their house clothes.

Fu Shiyan, holding An Yan’s hand, sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, "Wait for me a moment, I’ll be right back."

An Yan watched him enter the kitchen, presumably to get the cake he had made the night before.

The cake at the birthday reception was ordered from a dessert shop.

The ten-layer cake was portioned out, and everyone at the reception got a piece.

An Yan had tasted a small bite, and it was quite good.

Of course, she was looking forward to the cake made by Fu Shiyan even more.

Suddenly, the lights in the living room dimmed, and silver moonlight streamed in.

An Yan turned around to see the man pushing a cart towards her.

An Yan slowly stood up, watching the flickering flame on the cart get closer until it stopped right in front of her.

Fu Shiyan stood before her, "Yanyan, happy birthday."

With a smile in her eyes, An Yan responded, "Thank you, Ayan."

"From the moment we met, got to know each other, fell in love, and began to look after each other all these years, this is actually the first time I’ve been with you on your birthday. I’m sorry; from now on, I’ll spend every birthday with you, without fail."

An Yan took his hand, "Don’t apologize, you’ve already done your best."

Fu Shiyan nodded and embraced her, singing a low rendition of the Happy Birthday song.

The song was simple, but it sounded incredibly pleasant when sung by his deep and magnetizing voice.

An Yan leaned against his chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat. The sound was immensely amplified, causing her own heart to thump vigorously in echo.

"This is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard."

"Hm?" The man hummed his question from above her head.

An Yan smiled, "Your heartbeat. During the time when I was deaf, this is the sound I wanted to hear the most."

Fu Shiyan held her, gently rocking, "From now on, you can listen to it whenever you want."

"Anytime? What about when I’m in the design studio?"

"That’s easy, I’ll go to work with you from now on."

An Yan looked up at him, "And what about the Fu Corporation?"

"Han Yang’s got it covered."

An Yan laughed, "Aren’t we being a bit too much? Poor Han Yang."

"He’s just a utility person, ready to be moved wherever needed," Fu Shiyan also chuckled softly, "Yanyan, make a wish."

"Okay." An Yan clasped her hands together and closed her eyes in prayer, making her wish.

I wish that the ones I love and who love me are all well and safe.

Fu Shiyan watched the serene expression on An Yan’s face, bowed his head, and gently kissed her forehead, "May my Yanyan’s wishes come true."

An Yan opened her eyes and looked at him, and both of them laughed out loud without prior agreement.

"Let’s blow out the candles."

"Okay."

An Yan lowered her head to blow out the candles, and the living room fell into darkness once again.

Fu Shiyan walked over to the coffee table, bent down to pick up the remote control, and pressed the button, the chandelier lit up.

He returned to An Yan’s side, placed the cake knife in her hand, while holding An Yan’s hand, "Let’s cut the cake together."

Since it was a six-inch tiramisu, the portion wasn’t large, so they split it evenly between them.

The two sat on the floor, eating and chatting.

An Yan sighed, "It really tastes good."

"I feel like it’s a bit bitter."

An Yan glanced at the cake on Fu Shiyan’s plate, "How is that possible, it’s quite sweet. Try mine."

"Alright."

An Yan scooped a spoonful and prepared to feed it to the man, Fu Shiyan opened his mouth and took the cake, then his fingers slid into the bottom of An Yan’s hair, capturing her lips.

A peck, a deep kiss, followed by a relentless drive...

The night was sweet, but for someone, it was painful.

Ruan Qingqing was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment due to bleeding and was told by the doctor she had miscarried and needed surgery.

She lay on the cold operating table, acutely feeling the chill of the instruments as they entered her body.

The pain was bone-chilling and heart-wrenching, with cold sweat streaming down her forehead.

She had calculated every possible outcome but had not foreseen that Mu Anyan had not lost her memory at all. She felt like a fool who had been putting on a show for others to watch.

She managed a bitter smile, admitting to herself that she was no match for that cunning woman.

"The surgery is complete, and you don’t need to stay, you can leave soon," the doctor said coldly, his eyes full of disdain, because seeing that she was brought in by the police, he automatically concluded that she was a female suspect.

Ruan Qingqing slowly got up, feeling a dull pain in her lower abdomen.

She dressed herself, wrapped her coat around her, slid into her shoes, and slowly walked out of the operating room.

Since the possibility of the suspect having a miscarriage hadn’t been considered, no female officers were assigned, so at this moment, Ruan Qingqing vigilantly checked her surroundings and followed a young nurse when she saw one.

She followed the young nurse into an operating room, which might have been for preparing surgical instruments, so there were no others in the room.

Ruan Qingqing knew this was her only chance to escape because with her crime of murder, she would undoubtedly be sentenced to death.

As the nurse turned, Ruan Qingqing pushed her to the ground, snatched off a cap, grabbed scissors from the instrument tray, and stabbed them into the top of the nurse’s head.

Her movements were carried out in one fluid motion, after all, this wasn’t her first time killing.

The young nurse didn’t even have the chance to scream before collapsing to the ground.

Fearful of getting blood on the nurse’s uniform, Ruan Qingqing hurriedly stripped it off the nurse and quickly changed into it herself, tidied her hair under the nurse’s cap, and put on the nurse’s mask with composure before leaving.

The metal door opened, and she looked straight ahead as she walked forward.

There were many medical staff coming and going, and the police had not suspected that a murder had taken place in the operating room just five minutes before.

It wasn’t until five minutes later, when the doctor who had performed surgery on Ruan Qingqing came out, he was surprised to see the officers and informed them that Ruan Qingqing had already left long ago, that they realized she had escaped.

At the same time, medical staff discovered a dead body in another operating room.

The officers immediately realized Ruan Qingqing had committed another bloodshed and fled.

They promptly reported to their superiors, and the citywide manhunt for Ruan Qingqing commenced.

At this moment, Ruan Qingqing had already left the hospital, fearing capture, so she hurried through alleys at a brisk pace.

She took a deep breath, feeling the air was free.

By the entrance of an alleyway, a tall man leaned against the wall, with the dim glow of crimson firelight, listening to the urgent footsteps, he stubbed out his cigarette.

The moment Ruan Qingqing showed her face, the man’s large hand clamped over her mouth and nose.