Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 41 I Will Not Get Engaged to You Anymore

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 I Will Not Get Engaged to You Anymore

Buried in Fu Chenyu’s chest, An Yirou stared at her with venomous eyes, wishing she could kill her with her gaze.

Everyone quietly waited for An Yan’s next words.

Pointing at the half-remaining buoy floating on the sea, An Yan said, "Because my buoy just got caught in the propeller blades, and the cause was that the belt of my buoy got tangled in. As for why it got tangled, An Yirou, you know very well."

An Yirou’s crying grew louder, "I don’t know why my sister is slinging mud at me, but I am innocent. Brother Chengyu, you believe me."

Fu Chenyu looked at An Yan with complicated eyes. Others might not know why she always targeted An Yirou, but he knew it well. It was because An Yan still harbored feelings for him, thus she harbored hatred and jealousy towards An Yirou, even going as far as to try to capture his attention in various ways to gain more of it.

Although An Yan’s actions were quite malicious, they successfully captured his attention.

Her ugly disguise was gone, revealing a natural beauty; her personality also shifted from being ostensibly compliant to being assertive and cool, and this transformation was truly intriguing to him.

Fu Chenyu felt responsible for the incident, so he decided to be just, "Today, both An Yan and Yirou are at fault. An Yan, if you hadn’t taken Yirou to the deck, the drowning incident wouldn’t have happened. Yirou, you also scratched An Yan’s neck. Just apologize to each other and let it be."

An Yirou frowned, thinking that if it had been before when An Yan kicked her, Fu Chenyu would have been furious already.

He had become very strange. Today, he surprisingly did not scold An Yan, which made her feel uneasy.

Seeing the dissatisfaction in the person in his arms, Fu Chenyu coaxed, "Yirou, you and An Yan are sisters. With so many people watching, let’s resolve this peacefully. The Younger Uncle is here too."

An Yirou glanced fearfully at Shiyan, remembering the scenes at the hospital when Shiyan spoke up for An Yan and thus reasoned out Fu Chenyu’s behavior.

But now, what concerned her more was why Shiyan had suddenly appeared and why he had braved danger to save An Yan.

If he hadn’t shown up, An Yan would now be a cold corpse.

She asked the question that puzzled everyone, "Wasn’t the Younger Uncle on a business trip? Why is he here?"

All eyes fell on Shiyan, who was sitting on a nearby beach chair, his legs slightly apart, a cigarette with rising smoke held between his fingers.

The man’s complexion was naturally fair, now looking even more translucent under the warm sun, with his black hair hanging down, less stern than usual. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing glimpses of his well-defined chest, which was incredibly sexy and could undoubtedly be described as breathtakingly beautiful.

With a cool glance from his dark eyes, Shiyan’s voice was extremely indifferent, "What are you? Daring to question me."

An Yirou’s face turned alternately blue and white, feeling very embarrassed.

Fu Chenyu also felt extremely embarrassed. Although his heart was now filled with thoughts of An Yan, An Yirou bore his name, and to slap An Yirou’s face was tantamount to slapping his own face, "Younger Uncle, Yirou didn’t mean anything else, she..."

"Shut up," Shiyan said in a deep voice. "Pull up the surveillance from the three yachts."

Soon, Han Yang pulled up the surveillance footage from the three yachts on a laptop.

An Yirou’s face turned visibly pale at an alarming rate. The dead angle she presumed existed was actually straightforwardly captured on Shiyan’s yacht’s surveillance.

The footage everyone saw was of An Yirou saying something, her expression quite smug, then suddenly grabbing An Yan by the collar and tossing her backward.

With a cold glance at Fu Chenyu, Shiyan extinguished his cigarette butt, "What do you think should be done?"

With all the evidence laid out before him, Fu Chenyu looked at An Yirou who was in tears, his eyes full of disgust.

Previously, being with her had been entirely because An Yan did not fit his aesthetic preferences. If he had to choose between the two, he would have naturally chosen An Yirou, but now things were different. An Yan was like a fairy descended to earth.

He did not hesitate, raising his hand to deliver a loud slap, and An Yirou fell to the ground, "Why did you do this? Did you also frame An Yan before?".

Devoid of any dignity, An Yirou crawled on her knees and clung to the man’s calf, "Brother Chenyu, you have to believe me, I never framed my sister before! I just thought she’s become prettier, and I feared you wouldn’t want me anymore. I merely wanted to see whether you would save me or her in a crucial moment. Chenyu, I love you, I can’t lose you!".

Fu Shiyan spoke coldly, "How can the Fu Family allow someone with such malicious intentions to enter?".

An Yirou froze, as the Fu family had already disliked her for replacing An Yan, and now a single sentence from Fu Shiyan could call off her engagement with Fu Chenyu.

She wept bitterly, "Younger Uncle, I was wrong, I will never dare again." She crawled to An Yan’s feet, "Sister, please forgive me, Yirou knows her mistake.".

An Yan looked at her coldly, "I can forgive you, but it depends on your attitude.".

An Yirou clenched her teeth and began to slap her own face back and forth.

Su Yue scoffed, "It seems the tea earlier was too little, for the sound of slaps is not as loud as a fish splashing in the water.".

An Yirou, gritting her teeth in hatred, had to increase the force of her slaps until the corners of her mouth bled.

Fu Shiyan’s lips turned pale, and a barely perceptible frown crossed his brow as he rose and returned to his yacht.

An Yan noticed the change in Fu Shiyan and followed him, leaving her blanket behind.

Seeing the two leave, An Yirou finally stopped slapping herself, reaching for Fu Chenyu’s leg but grasping nothing.

Fu Chenyu looked at her coldly. Today, An Yirou’s misdeeds were witnessed by everyone, and even if he publicly called off their engagement, no one would blame him, especially since the Younger Uncle had already spoken.

"An Yirou, I will no longer be engaged to you."

"What?" An Yirou’s eyes widened.

Fu Chenyu spoke indifferently, "I will continue to form an alliance with the An Family, but you will no longer be my fiancée. An Yan is more suitable to be the young madam of the Fu Family!".

An Yirou was terrified, "No! Brother Chenyu, I beg you, don’t abandon me! I will be very well-behaved and obedient in the future!".

Fu Chenyu, too weary to glance at her again, said, "I’ve made up my mind. You can leave on your own tomorrow. Leave!".

An Yirou got up and chased after him, "Brother Chenyu, I beg you...".

Bai Qinghan clicked his tongue lightly, "This Fu Chenyu is utterly despicable! Does he mean to get engaged to An Yan now?".

Su Yue frowned deeply, "Such a self-righteous person! He should be locked together with that Green Tea Bitch, so he won’t harm anyone else!".

Bai Qinghan murmured a curse, "What about my An Yan? This won’t do!".

Su Yue patted his shoulder, "Relax, An Yan would never want that jerk!".

Bai Qinghan nodded, scanning the area for An Yan, "Where did An Yan go?".

Knowing that An Yan had gone to find Fu Shiyan, Su Yue, not wanting Bai Qinghan to disturb them, said, "She probably went to change her clothes. Bai, An Yan made lots of pastries; let’s go try some.".

Bai Qinghan’s gaze landed on the yacht of Fu Shiyan, and seeing this, Su Yue quickly pulled him away.

After entering the cabin of the ship, Fu Shiyan heard footsteps behind him, turned back, and saw An Yan standing a meter away from him.