Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 409 The True Meaning of AY

Chapter 409: Chapter 409 The True Meaning of AY

The pink gauze curtain was lifted by the wind, as the man tiptoed over to sit by the bed.

He stretched out his hand toward the woman’s cheek, but she grabbed his wrist.

"Don’t be afraid, it’s me," Fu Shiyan’s voice rang out.

An Yan’s lips curved, and she tried to remove her eye mask.

Fu Shiyan reached out and grabbed her wrist, leaned down to capture her lips, and gently kissed her.

With her eyes covered, her other senses were immensely amplified, and her heartbeat couldn’t help but speed up.

Her breathing was laced with the man’s fervent breaths, urgent, longing.

Fu Shiyan whispered into her ear with a deep, bewitching voice, "Yanyan, I miss you so much. It hurts how much I miss you."

Upon hearing this, An Yan laughed, "Old Dog Fu, you really are a scoundrel!"

Fu Shiyan hummed, "I only want to be a scoundrel with you."

He slowly removed her eye mask.

The silver moonlight poured in, lighting up An Yan’s dark eyes.

"Did you drink and then drive?"

"I only had a sip, it’s fine."

"Did you know that we’re not supposed to see each other two days before the wedding?"

"It’s my first time getting married, I really didn’t know. I’ll have experience for the next time."

An Yan punched him lightly, "You’re thinking about a next time?"

"Next life, the life after that, haven’t you already agreed to be with me? Now that I know, I’ll have experience for the next time."

"After death, you have to cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po’s Soup. Maybe you’ll forget then."

Fu Shiyan gently stroked the attractive brows and eyes of An Yan, "Then let’s agree not to drink Meng Po’s Soup even in death."

"What if Meng Po insists that we drink it?"

That was a good question.

Fu Shiyan cleared his throat, "Then I’ll give her a black card, to spend as she pleases, and my wife and I won’t drink."

"You’re crazy!" An Yan laughed at him.

Fu Shiyan burrowed into the blanket, clinging tight to An Yan’s body, "I just missed you so much, had to come and see you."

"It’s uncomfortable with you wearing your trousers in bed."

Fu Shiyan quickly stripped off his trousers and tossed them onto the carpet, "How about now, any better? Just in my underwear. If it’s still uncomfortable, I can cooperate further."

An Yan poked the man’s approaching face, "Old Dog Fu, you’re really desperate."

"Hold me for a while, don’t move," Fu Shiyan placed his hand over her lower abdomen, "Has the baby moved?"

"Not yet, seems this one’s a bit lazy, moving late."

"Close your eyes, I’ll tell you and our daughter a story, can’t skip a day of prenatal education."

"Okay."

Fu Shiyan didn’t tease An Yan any longer, instead, he recounted the story of the Little Mermaid.

As he spoke, An Yan interrupted him, "I think the Little Mermaid should have killed the prince."

Fu Shiyan: "?"

"Think about it, the prince was ambiguous with her, said he loved her, yet he married another country’s princess. Isn’t that just a scumbag?"

"That makes sense."

An Yan sighed softly, "If I have a daughter, I definitely won’t let her end her life in such a tragic way like the Little Mermaid. It’s not worth it for a scumbag."

"You’re right." Fu Shiyan recalled the moments when An Yingying clung to him; even though he had never even held her hand, that attitude had once made An Yan uncomfortable, and he felt a bit guilty.

"What’s wrong?" An Yan asked, seeing his silence.

"Nothing," Fu Shiyan clung tightly to her, "Let me sing for you, I’ll leave once you’ve fallen asleep."

An Yan hummed in response.

But as he spoke, she felt something hard pressing against her lower back.

An Yan didn’t dare to move; what was this damn man thinking getting so undressed for no reason.

"Yanyan, have you fallen asleep?"

"Yanyan?"

An Yan remained silent.

Fu Shiyan took a deep breath at the nape of her neck and kissed her shoulder before getting out of bed.

Soon, the sound of the man’s suppressed voice could be heard from the bathroom.

An Yan lifted the blanket and tiptoed over.

She suddenly opened the bathroom door and saw the man standing by the washbasin, his arm moving rapidly.

Fu Shiyan, hearing the noise, looked at her, then quickly walked over, pulling her in, "Pretending to sleep? Huh? Help me out."

An Yan found the scene too much for her eyes and couldn’t bear to look directly.

After what felt like a long time, she complained a bit, "Are you done yet? Hurry up!"

Fu Shiyan kissed her lips, accompanied by a muffled groan, then buried his face in the crook of her neck.

He quickly cleaned up the scene of the incident and stood behind An Yan, coaxing her as she washed.

An Yan gave him a stare before leaving the bathroom and burrowing into the blankets, "Just go back, you’re so annoying."

"I’ll wait for you to fall asleep before I leave, and this time, I promise to be good."

Eventually, after coaxing her to sleep, Fu Shiyan reluctantly left.

The next morning, An Yan opened her eyes at eight o’clock.

She yawned, got out of bed, and put on her slippers, preparing to go to the bathroom.

That’s when someone knocked on the door.

Opening the door, An Yan saw Su Yue standing at the threshold, who first looked stunned before widening her eyes and pointing at An Yan’s neck.

"You, your neck!"

An Yan was startled and then realized what it was, hurrying back into the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror at the red marks on her neck and collarbone, she silently cursed Fu Shiyan for a good while.

Su Yue clung to the door, "How did this happen? Old Dog Fu is not even here!"

An Yan answered seriously, "It’s just an allergy."

"It doesn’t look like it, looks more like kiss marks."

An Yan pushed her out, "You’re mistaken."

She closed the door and began to wash up.

Outside, Su Yue started gossiping, "Baby Yan, Old Dog Fu came by last night, didn’t he? He’s definitely capable of this."

An Yan could absolutely not admit it, as she couldn’t let Su Yue think Fu Shiyan was like a teddy boy.

Soon, An Yan was ready and came out.

Su Yue did not persist in scrutinizing her, "Old Dog Fu just sent a box over, and he wants you to open it yourself."

"A box?" An Yan was somewhat surprised.

With questions in mind, An Yan went downstairs with Su Yue, only to see a silver box placed next to the couch in the living room.

She couldn’t even bother with breakfast and went straight to open the box.

As she slid open the zipper, An Yan opened the box to find a white wedding dress.

A little V-neckline, slightly sexy yet dignified, each stitch meticulously crafted, and tiny diamonds sewn onto the edging. It became slightly looser above the waist, and the skirt was made of layers upon layers of white tulle. This was not only a wedding dress but also a piece of art.

An Yan called Fu Shiyan.

The man laughed softly, "Do you like it?"

"It’s beautiful. When did you have it made?"

"While you were in the hospital."

An Yan handed the wedding dress to an interested Su Yue, "Which designer is the style from?"

Fu Shiyan cleared his throat, "AY."

An Yan paused. AY, wasn’t that the Galaxy brand?

Of course, the style was definitely not designed by a Galaxy designer.

A flash passed through An Yan’s eyes, "Ayan, do you know the meaning of the brand AY from Galaxy?"

"The initials of An Yan."

An Yan smiled softly, "It’s the initials of Ayan."