Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 45: Jerk, Have a Good Night Tonight

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Jerk, Have a Good Night Tonight

After An Yan and her companions returned to the hotel, the manager distributed a gift box to each person.

"These are the costumes and masks provided by our hotel for the masquerade ball, which will start promptly in half an hour at the banquet hall on the first floor. I wish everyone a pleasant evening."

As soon as the manager finished speaking, Su Yue hurriedly pulled An Yan back to their room, eager to open their boxes.

Su Yue’s was a white off-the-shoulder sheath evening dress, paired with a white feathered eye mask; it was quite standard.

However, An Yan’s dress was quite seductive and enchanting.

A red deep-V halter dress with the back plunging to the waist, and a red lace eye mask that looked very sexy.

Su Yue scoffed, "What is this hotel up to?"

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "This masquerade ball is hosted by Fu Chenyu."

"That bastard wants to play dirty with you? Baby Yan, you can’t go."

An Yan picked up the scantily clad dress with a light laugh, "If I don’t go, how can the show go on?"

Half an hour later, the two walked into the banquet hall, hand in hand.

In the hall, the luxurious crystal lights cast a soft and even dim glow, giving off an ambiguous atmosphere.

The guests were all dressed up, each wearing masks; unless you knew someone very well, it was quite difficult to tell who was who at a glance.

An Yan and Su Yue made their way to the dessert area, picking out some quite appealing sweets.

After tasting one, Su Yue complained, "They’re nowhere near as good as yours."

An Yan smiled faintly, her eyes scanning the room for Shiyan’s presence.

She sent Fu Shiyan a WeChat message.

: Younger Uncle, have you arrived yet?

After waiting for quite some time, she received no reply.

She wasn’t concerned; perhaps he wasn’t ready yet.

At that moment, a waiter approached with a tray of red wine, "Beautiful lady, would you like a glass of red wine?"

An Yan smiled, "Sure."

Su Yue declined.

The waiter handed her a glass, "I wish you both a pleasant evening."

"Thank you." An Yan swirled her wine glass gently and downed it in one gulp.

Su Yue glanced at her, "I find it a bit sharp."

"I expect tomorrow morning will be even sharper." An Yan’s gaze flickered to the corner, where a man in a suit and shoes wore a smug smile on his face.

Soon, a man approached An Yan, "Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"

"Certainly."

An Yan handed her purse to Su Yue and was led by the man onto the dance floor, where they danced gracefully.

Before long, An Yan appeared to be feeling unwell, resting her forehead on the man’s shoulder.

"Feeling uncomfortable?"

"Mhm."

"Shall I help you up to your room to rest?"

"That would be good."

An Yan let the man support her as they made their way to the elevator. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a large hand stopped them.

Fu Chenyu stepped in, "Thanks, brother, but this is my fiancée; you needn’t trouble yourself."

The man shrugged, "I saw this lady was feeling unwell and thought to help her to her room to rest. Since you’re her fiancé, I’ll leave her in your care."

Fu Chenyu took the man’s place beside An Yan, his hand resting on her waist.

Tsk, so soft!

An Yan’s eyes flashed with a dark glint; she despised this hand so much she wished she could chop it off.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, and the doors opened.

Fu Chenyu thanked the man and then supported the person out.

Amusement flickered in the man’s eyes, and his black earring glinted.

For some reason, Fu Chenyu felt like his body was on fire. He asked, "An Yan, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Yes, uncomfortable."

"I’m uncomfortable too, but it won’t be long until we both feel better." Fu Chenyu helped her stop in front of Room 707, swiped the card, and they entered.

"Come here, my beauty... ah..."

An Yan looked at the man collapsed on the floor and viciously ground her heel into his hand. "Scumbag, have a pleasant night!"

She opened the door and saw a man exuding a ruffian air standing at the entrance.

He smiled, "I’m very satisfied with this prey."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "Enjoy your meal tonight. Do you know what to say tomorrow morning?"

"Of course," the man said as he walked into the room, and the door clicked shut behind him.

An Yan stared at the door, her gaze cold.

Earlier, when she had returned to the hotel to change her dress, she found An Yirou talking to a man. An Yan hid and overheard their conversation.

An Yirou wanted to ’spice things up’ for her, letting the man humiliate her, and he happily agreed.

An Yirou left securely, not expecting that the man would send out a WeChat message, crude and suggestive, to another man.

An Yan instantly realized that this man was bisexual. She promptly went out to negotiate with him, leading to the current scene.

Sounds unfit for description came from behind the door, An Yan withdrew her gaze, lifted her dress, and quickly stepped into the elevator to go downstairs and return to the banquet hall where Su Yue was waiting at the entrance.

"Everything settled?"

An Yan nodded.

Su Yue felt a rush of schadenfreude, "An Yirou is such a shameless b*tch; she’ll get her comeuppance sooner or later! I’m really looking forward to Fu Chenyu’s face tomorrow morning, and the dog-eat-dog scenario between him and An Yirou."

An Yan hummed in agreement but was somewhat distracted.

She took out her phone from her handbag to check Fu Shiyan’s WeChat, but he hadn’t replied to her message.

Glancing at the time sent, it had been half an hour.

An Yan felt a hint of unease, "Yueyue, I’m going to find the Younger Uncle. Don’t stay out too late and be safe."

Su Yue nodded, "Okay, call me if anything happens."

An Yan returned to the ninth floor and stood in front of Fu Shiyan’s room. She could hear a woman’s voice inside.

"Younger Uncle, open the door and let me serve you."

"I really like you! I know you’re in pain right now, but just open the door, and I’ll make you so happy you’ll soar."

"Younger Uncle, let me help you!"

An Yan clenched her teeth, not expecting An Yirou to scheme against not only her but also Fu Shiyan.

She had truly underestimated her.

An Yan took out her phone, accessed the hotel’s security system, and cracked the code for Room 908.

She pushed the door open, only to hear An Yirou’s lascivious screams and the banging on the door.

Her nose twitched slightly, and she detected an odd smell in the air.

Rounding the corner, An Yirou caught a glimpse of a shadow. Before she could see clearly, pain shot through the back of her neck, and she fell to the floor.

An Yan’s eyes did not hide her revulsion. She bent down, grabbed An Yirou by the hair, dragged her out, threw her into the elevator, and kicked her several times harshly.

Back in the room, she secured the safety chain lock and followed the scent to its source. In a corner, there was an incense burner the size of a ping pong ball.

This incense was known as Love-Urging Fragrance, mild in scent but with astonishing effects...