Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 47: The Younger Uncle is Really Naughty

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: The Younger Uncle is Really Naughty

Fu Chenyu shook as he stood up, grabbing the man by the collar, "What do you mean, speak up!"

The man shrugged off his hand, threw him onto the bed, and lifted his chin, "This woman came to me yesterday, saying her fiancé wanted to mess around with another woman and hoped I would teach her fiancé a lesson."

The man picked up his suit jacket from the ground and patted it, "If you don’t believe me, you can check the hotel lobby surveillance; she has approached me before. Seeing how things are between us now, there won’t be a next time, so I’ll be taking my leave." With that, he stylishly stepped away.

Fu Chenyu’s eyes were bloodshot as he sprang up and lunged at An Yirou, fiercely grabbing her by the throat, "Bitch, you dare do this to me, you deserve to die! Is this your revenge on me?"

An Yirou was almost suffocating, her face turning red, eyes bulging with red veins, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

Her nails dug into his arm, leaving trails of blood, yet Fu Chenyu felt no pain.

Just as An Yirou’s eyes rolled back, Fu Chenyu came to his senses, flung her into the coffee table, shattering it instantly.

An Yirou’s body was sliced with numerous cuts from the glass shards, blood dripping heavily.

Fu Chenyu saw the bruises on her thighs and realized that An Yirou had cheated on him.

Disgust filled his eyes, and his stomach churned, "You’re so fucking dirty!"

An Yirou writhed, struggling up from the glass shards, gasping for air, "I’m dirty? How good do you think you are?"

She staggered to stand before him, scoffing, "Never thought you’d be played by another man! Hahaha...."

Fu Chenyu grabbed her throat again, "Say that again, and I’ll kill you!"

"Kill me, and you’ll pay with your life!" An Yirou glared at him, "You want to break up, I’ll let the whole world know you’ve been played by a man!"

"Bitch! Playing games with me! I want you to suffer a fate worse than death!" Fu Chenyu said through gritted teeth.

An Yirou knew that no explanation would suffice because she indeed had sought out that man, and the surveillance would prove it.

Now, Shiyan would not let her go, her only option was to be locked in strife with Fu Chenyu, since Shiyan would show leniency for the sake of his nephew.

An Yirou laughed loudly, "You’ll never get rid of me in this lifetime! I’m going to marry you at the end of the month—not just get engaged!"

...

The morning sunlight streamed through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows.

An Yan turned over languidly, furrowing her brows.

Suddenly recalling last night’s events, she abruptly opened her eyes.

The man, wrapped only in a towel, stepped out of the bathroom, his well-defined chest marked with scratches, the perfect V-line barely hidden within the towel.

An Yan quickly shut her eyes, pretending to sleep.

The mattress dipped as the man sat beside her, his fingertips pinching the girl’s cute nose.

An Yan sighed internally at this older man’s teasing.

Just as she reached her limit of tolerance, she suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed the man’s fingers, and bit down like a teething leopard cub.

The damp contact deepened as Shiyan’s eyes darkened, his voice husky, "Like a little kitten last night, now just like a little wildcat."

An Yan let go, pulling the thin blanket over to shield half of her face, revealing only her moist eyes.

Shiyan chuckled softly, his fingertip hooking the blanket on her face, "Take it off."

An Yan shook her head, her voice slightly hoarse, "I don’t want to."

"Don’t want to?"

"Don’t want to."

Shiyan hummed, a playful smile curling his lips.

An Yan felt a chill as the blanket was pulled away by the man.

Her fair skin exposed to the air, An Yan’s cheeks flushed red as she quickly reached to pull the blanket back.

Shiyan flipped over her, looming above, "Feeling shy, huh?"

An Yan looked away, indeed feeling a bit embarrassed.

"How come you weren’t shy that day? You even drugged yourself."

An Yan pursed her lips, "That day nothing really happened."

Fu Shiyan’s fingertips grazed her delicate face, "Last night... you sounded so lovely."

He gazed at her rosy lips, his breath growing heavy once again.

He leaned down to kiss her, but An Yan dodged, "Hmm... I haven’t brushed my teeth yet."

"I don’t mind."

"I mind," An Yan raised her hand to block the man’s lips, "Younger Uncle, do you remember what you said last night?"

Fu Shiyan’s eyes gleamed playfully, "Don’t remember, what did I say?"

An Yan glared at him mournfully and huffed, "You pull up your pants and deny everything! Get down!"

Fu Shiyan suddenly let out a low laugh, sounding as melodious as a cello sonata, "I haven’t put on any pants yet."

An Yan muttered softly, "Rascal!"

Fu Shiyan gently pecked her lips, "I am only a rascal for you."

"So what are we now?"

"Three words."

An Yan’s eyes sparkled, "Girlfriend!"

"My fling."

The smile on An Yan’s face froze, slightly saddened, she bit her lips.

Fu Shiyan’s laughter sounded mischievous, "Just teasing you, girlfriend. I promised you, I will take responsibility."

"Younger Uncle is so mean!" An Yan, annoyed, petulantly looked away, "I’m going to wash up."

Fu Shiyan hummed softly, still maintaining his posture.

An Yan glared at him impatiently, "I said... Hmm..."

"I am going to exercise the rights of a boyfriend." Fu Shiyan kissed her, rolling her over and over.

An Yan fell once again under the man’s dominance and assertiveness...

An hour later, Fu Shiyan carried her out, patiently towel dried her hair, blow-dried it, being incredibly considerate.

An Yan knelt on the bed wrapped in a blanket, watching the man leisurely dress.

She looked down at the torn dress on the floor, her lips twitched, "Younger Uncle, can you get me some clothes?"

Fu Shiyan leaned down, his arms propped on both sides of her body, "I think wearing nothing is quite nice."

An Yan found the old man’s flirty words surprising, "You used to be quite the gentleman."

"Ever heard of a gentleman rascal? When a man gets naughty, expect to be shocked." He kissed her lips, "I’ll go get you some clothes."

Listening to the door closing, An Yan covered her mouth and laughed, thanks to An Yirou that big green tea, otherwise she had no idea when she would conquer Fu Shiyan and become his girlfriend.

She jumped out of bed, her legs weak, and she directly fell to the floor. She ground her teeth, struggled up, and moved to the sofa, pulling out her phone from her handbag.

Su Yue had made more than a dozen calls to her and sent messages asking if she had found Fu Shiyan.

She called back, "Yueyue."

"Did you do it? Your voice is hoarse! That intense!"

An Yan continued in a hushed tone, "Please keep it down, things happened so suddenly."

Then she recounted last night’s events to Su Yue.

Su Yue instantly flipped out, "Could An Yirou be any more shameless? She still tried to meddle with your man?"

Just then, the door opened.

Fu Shiyan had just faintly heard this comment as An Yan quickly hung up the phone.

The man walked in, his fingertips tilting up her chin, "Now your man is here to take care of you."