Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 43 I will get engaged with you at the end of the month

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 I will get engaged with you at the end of the month

Fu Shiyan’s eyes were frosty, "Do you think an engagement is a joke?"

"No, I swear I’m completely serious this time." Fu Chenyu raised three fingers, "If I tell Grandpa and Grandma about this decision, they will surely agree."

Fu Shiyan’s voice was devoid of any fluctuations, yet it was cold to the extreme, "You’re not worthy of her."

Fu Chenyu shrugged, "I know her education isn’t up to par, she’s from the countryside, knows little about manners, but just a bit of training at a debutante class, and she’ll be worthy of me."

Fu Shiyan’s tone was cool, "You’re not worthy of her, stay away from her."

Fu Chenyu’s lips twitched, he too had been brought up with a fine education from childhood, tops in both appearance and academics, and yet his younger uncle claimed he was not worthy of a country girl.

Suddenly thinking of the several times Fu Shiyan had thrown caution to the wind to save An Yan, he harbored doubts, "Younger Uncle, you couldn’t have fallen for An Yan, could you?"

Fu Shiyan’s deep and icy gaze swept over Fu Chenyu’s face, and the latter immediately shut his mouth, making a zip-the-lip gesture at the corner of his mouth.

Fu Chenyu smiled, stood up, and walked backward to the door of the cabin. He couldn’t help but say, "Younger Uncle, leave An Yan’s matters to me from now on, you don’t need to worry about it. Just in case a scandal between you and her breaks out, it could lead people to believe that an uncle and nephew are fighting over a woman, creating an unsavory spectacle that could affect Fu Corporation."

Fu Shiyan’s eyes, shimmering with a frosty chill, stared tightly at him, "Get out."

Fu Chenyu wasn’t wrong; Old Master Fu and his wife did agree with An Yan, given the previous engagement.

Despite some unpleasantness in the midst, it didn’t affect the continuation of the marriage contract.

Of course, if An Yan didn’t agree, the marriage wouldn’t proceed.

So why didn’t An Yan simply cancel the engagement with Fu Chenyu from the start?

Fu Shiyan’s lips suddenly curled; he began to understand.

It was the engagement that had allowed her to connect with the Fu Family, with him.

What a scheme An Yan had set from the start!

With their misunderstandings resolved, all the pent-up frustration in his heart dissipated.

Meanwhile, An Yan dried her hair with a towel as she walked out of the cabin, and there was Fu Chenyu, approaching her.

An Yan’s face cooled, as she tried to dodge him.

But as she moved left, he followed left.

And as she went right, he matched her right.

An Yan, exasperated, "What do you want?"

"An Yan, I’ve already annulled my engagement with An Yirou; I’ll explain things to your father when we get back," he said.

An Yan scoffed, "Whether or not you annul your engagement has nothing to do with me, don’t bother telling me."

"It does matter, because I want to get engaged to you. Next month, no, at the end of this month, I’ll get engaged to you!"

An Yan looked at Fu Chenyu’s face beaming with joy, "Fu Chenyu, are you sick or something? Please go get forcefully locked up with An Yirou and stop disgusting me."

A hunger that Fu Chenyu couldn’t hide flickered in his eyes, "An Yan, ever since I saw your bare face in the hospital, I’ve been unable to extricate myself. Thinking back to that kick you gave me, I even find it delightful."

An Yan let out a light laugh, "You’re happy? Well, I find it disgusting! Stay away from me, or I’ll beat you to death!"

Fu Chenyu conveniently filtered out An Yan’s disgust for him, continuing, "Your arrow today struck right at my heart, An Yan, you’re increasingly earning my respect."

An Yan, uninterested in engaging with him, turned and went back into the cabin.

"An Yan, you can’t escape, I will have you!" Fu Chenyu watched An Yan’s retreating back and curved his lips in a wry smile.

Bai Qinghan came over, his tone unfriendly, "Fu Chenyu, it’s time for you to return to your own boat."

Fu Chenyu laughed lightly, "You don’t have to look at me with such hatred and jealousy, because it’s pointless; by the end of the month, An Yan will be engaged to me."

"Don’t you know how much of a scumbag you are? An Yan doesn’t even care about you."

"We’re both of the same kind; you’ve played with plenty of women too!" Fu Chenyu clicked his tongue, "An Yan and I have an engagement agreement."

Bai Qinghan took a step forward, extending his hand to grab the collar of his shirt, "As long as An Yan doesn’t agree, the wedding agreement can be dismissed!"

Fu Chenyu pulled away his hand, lifting his chin, "An Yan will definitely agree!"

He glared at Bai Qinghan briefly before striding away.

Three yachts sailed at a moderate distance toward the same small island—Lemei Island.

Lemei Island was a developed islet in the Qionghai area, but aside from a castle-like hotel, its natural scenery had been largely preserved in its original state.

The sea breeze brushed gently, lush green coconut groves swayed with the wind all around, and the shallow sea surface rippled with waves, making it a charming and comfortable little island.

The yachts docked at the island’s pier, where the hotel staff had already been waiting.

A group of people disembarked from the yachts, and the staff helped them with their luggage.

Bai Qinghan and the others walked ahead, while An Yan and Su Yue followed behind, leaving a trail of large and small footprints on the soft, delicate white sand beach.

"How is it?" Su Yue asked gossipily, raising an eyebrow.

"Soothed him," An Yan replied.

Su Yue was quite excited, "Then let’s settle it with him tonight."

An Yan watched the man’s tall silhouette, unable to suppress a smile lifting the corners of her lips.

"By the way, I always feel like that Scumbag Fu is up to something, so be careful," Su Yue added.

An Yan recalled Fu Chenyu’s determined appearance and narrowed her eyes.

Entering the hotel, Si Heng collected the room cards.

Su Yue glanced at Shiyan’s card number, snatched one from Si Heng’s hand, gave it to An Yan along with a flirtatious wink, and whispered, "Sister, I’ve helped you out, the rest is up to you."

Si Heng standing nearby arched an eyebrow, his eyes behind the glasses shimmering with a crafty light as he chuckled softly.

After entering her room, An Yan took a hot bath, came out to dry her hair, and changed into a pure white cotton dress, ready to go find Shiyan.

Just as she opened the door, she saw Bai Qinghan standing at the entrance.

"Everyone is downstairs, we’re getting ready to go to the beach for a BBQ."

An Yan acknowledged with an "oh" and followed Bai Qinghan toward the elevator.

"That, An Yan," Bai Qinghan hesitated.

An Yan looked at the man who seemed to have more to say, "Something on your mind?"

"If Fu Chenyu uses the wedding agreement to press you, and the An Family doesn’t agree to cancel it, what will you do?"

"If I don’t agree, are they going to force me into engagement over my head?" An Yan laughed.

Bai Qinghan laughed like a fool, "That’s good. Just stick to your principles and don’t yield to them. Scumbag Fu doesn’t deserve you."

An Yan hummed in response.

Bai Qinghan seemed to exhale a heavy breath, stealing glances at An Yan, his lips curling into a smile.

The setting sun cast a layer of orange-red on the sky, turning the white sand beach into a beautiful, soft ribbon of color.

Without the flamboyant neon lights and the noise of the city, all that could be heard were the sounds of the waves and people’s laughter and chatter.

An Yan saw the man’s silhouette by the grill in the distance, and as if through a psychic connection, he looked back at her.

Their eyes met, as if something was slowly fermenting between them.

An Yan took off her shoes and walked across the soft sand, coming to stand beside Shiyan, "Younger Uncle, the fish you’re grilling smells so good."

Shiyan laughed lightly, "Do you prefer spicy or sweet and sour?"

An Yan peered up with a smile, "Sons for spicy, daughters for sour, which flavor does Younger Uncle like?"