Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 46 Who Was the First Time Given to

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 Who Was the First Time Given to

She pinched the burning flame at her fingertips, opened the window to air out the room, to prevent herself from being affected too.

Then she took out her phone and immediately hacked into the hotel surveillance system, deleting and permanently disabling all footage involving herself and An Yirou.

Having done all this, she walked to the bathroom door.

"Younger Uncle, I am An Yan, how are you?"

A man’s repressed voice of pain and the sound of water splashing on the ground came from inside.

An Yan could imagine Fu Shiyan soaking in cold water in the bathtub at that moment.

She knocked on the door, "Younger Uncle, I’m An Yan, can you open the door?"

"Get out! Stay away from me!"

An Yan knew he was in pain, and patiently said, "Younger Uncle, it’s me, An Yan..."

The door suddenly opened, and An Yan’s arm was grabbed, her whole body staggered as she was pulled into the bathroom.

She was pressed against the wall by the man, his face buried deep in her shoulder, inhaling the faint pear scent of her girlish body, "You are An Yan."

"It’s me, Younger Uncle."

"How did you get in."

"The door wasn’t locked, so I came in. I knocked An Yirou out and threw her out," An Yan said, her hands pressing against his chest. "I know you’re in pain, I can treat you."

Fu Shiyan’s dark eyes fixed on her, his hot breath spraying on her cheek, "Help me, treat me?"

"Yes, in my bag I have..." silver needles that can help seal your acupoints.

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were suddenly seized.

The man’s strong palm held her spine tightly, pulling her into his embrace, while his other large hand held the back of her head, kissing her.

The girl’s lips were soft, like they were holding a piece of cotton candy, soft and sweet.

He was like a greedy child who could never get enough.

An Yan was having some difficulty breathing. She pushed against the man’s chest, but the more she struggled, the more excited the man got, almost wanting to devour her.

She was forced to tilt her head back, physiological tears sliding from the corners of her eyes as she murmured unclearly, "Younger, Younger Uncle..."

Fu Shiyan sobered up a bit, loosening his grip on her, forehead pressing against hers.

"Younger Uncle..."

"You don’t want to? Huh?"

The sensual tone at the end made An Yan’s body go limp. How could she not want to, she just didn’t want to be with him in his muddled state, in case he denied it upon waking.

"Do you know who I am?"

Fu Shiyan’s adam’s apple lightly rolled, "I know, An Yan, my little darling."

An Yan looked at him somewhat astonished, "Say it again?"

"An Yan, my little darling." Fu Shiyan’s nose gently rubbed against her face, "Was I hard on you earlier? Are you mad?"

"Mad."

Fu Shiyan’s lips brushed against hers, "Don’t be mad, Younger Uncle will make it up to you, okay?"

An Yan trembled all over, "Do you like me, Younger Uncle?"

"Yes." As Fu Shiyan spoke, he kissed her lips again, his tongue seizing the moment to invade, conquering and savoring her sweetness.

Because Fu Shiyan had soaked in cold water, An Yan couldn’t help but shiver, but the heat enveloped her whole body.

Caught between the ice and fire of temperatures, she gradually lost herself.

Cooling down, she was lifted by the man, her legs hooked around his waist, her back pressed tightly against the wall.

The bathroom light was off, but An Yan still felt the man looking up at her.

The tingling sensation made it hard for her to endure, "Younger Uncle, stop..."

Fu Shiyan carried her out of the bathroom, and the two tumbled into the large bed.

He peeled off his soaked shirt, leaning down with his hands propped beside the girl’s head, "I will take responsibility for you."

The silver moonlight poured down, the girl’s black hair spreading over the white sheets, creating a stark contrast.

Fu Shiyan’s deep eyes glowed with fervent heat, as if to melt the person beneath him.

An Yan wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, tilting her head up to kiss his thin lips.

The man tirelessly sucked on them, his hand sliding down her collar...

The girl seemed to have a kind of magic that made him surrender.

His eyes could only accommodate her delicate collarbone, the perfectly shaped butterfly bone, and those soft waistlines that could hardly be grasped...

The dead of night.

An Yan lay sprawled on the soft, large bed, a pure white thin blanket draped over her waist, her back, arms, and exposed calves all marked red.

She slept soundly, her ears catching the low voice of a man beside her, "Baby, who did you first give it to?"

...

An Yirou was discovered by a security guard, who noticed her flushed complexion, clearly indicating she was troubled.

He patted her face, "Miss, how are you?"

An Yirou woke from her stupor and upon seeing the man before her, she smiled seductively and reached to grab his collar, "Young man, come hug me, quick."

An Yirou was quite attractive, and the security guard glanced at the corner surveillance camera, his eyes shifting.

He picked up An Yirou and headed toward a storage room as soon as they exited the elevator.

The two were like dry tinder to a fierce flame.

But the security guard was not very powerful, finishing within two minutes. Unsatisfied, An Yirou cursed him as useless.

Angered, the guard beat her up, then pulled out his cellphone and took indecent photos and videos of her before pulling up his pants and leaving.

An Yirou later passed out and when she woke up, it was already morning.

She felt pain all over, especially her hair, as if someone had viciously pulled it. She despised the security guard but dared not retaliate.

She dressed and thought about what had happened last night.

That’s not right, she should have been in Shiyan’s room.

She remembered being knocked out by someone— but who was it?

Dammit!

She hadn’t successfully slept with Shiyan last night, could he kill her for that?

She was terrified, beginning to tremble all over.

And had that bitch An Yan been ruined by that man?

An Yirou was in turmoil. She decided to find Fu Chenyu first and claim preemptively that An Yan had drugged her, but she had kept herself pure for him.

She gritted her teeth and made up her mind to go find Fu Chenyu.

Standing in front of Fu Chenyu’s room, she knocked, but there was no sound from inside.

After a long while, the door opened, and a man wearing a towel around his waist, dripping with water, and with a cigarette dangling from his lips stood at the door.

"Good morning, little sister."

An Yirou glanced at the door number again. It was indeed Fu Chenyu’s room.

This man was the one she had found yesterday to humiliate An Yan. How was he in Fu Chenyu’s room?

She pushed past the man and ran inside, instantly turning pale.

Fu Chenyu lay on the bed, still asleep, his body covered with red marks, the messy sheets, and the spotty bloodstains on the sheets, all indicating a fierce battle the night before.

An Yirou confronted the man, "Where is that bitch An Yan? Were the three of you together last night?"

The man burst into laughter, "It was just the two of us last night."

An Yirou was so shocked she could hardly speak, "You, you and him?"

"Isn’t it obvious? It was especially exhilarating!" The man casually untied his towel and unabashedly dressed in front of An Yirou.

An Yirou felt like her head was about to explode. What was going on?

She shook Fu Chenyu forcefully to wake him up.

As Fu Chenyu woke, he felt unwell all over, especially a certain part.

When he saw the man in the room and looked around, he understood what had happened.

Fu Chenyu jumped out of bed and swung a punch at the man.

The man dodged with ease, and Fu Chenyu stumbled, falling to the ground in a pitiful state.

His eyes filled with rage, he bellowed, "What the hell did you do to me?"

The man finished buttoning his shirt and buckling his belt, then clicked his tongue, "Babe, I’m very satisfied with you. We could turn this into a long-term friendship."

Fu Chenyu roared, "Where is the woman in the red dress from last night?"

"Oh her, she was taken away by another woman." The man glanced at An Yirou, "Thank you for providing such a beautiful encounter."