Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 52: Coach An, I look forward to your guidance.

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Coach An, I look forward to your guidance.

Fu Jinqiao had never imagined the cool An Yan could act like a scared quail in front of her younger uncle.

She hadn’t even realized that the two knew each other and thought that An Yan had just followed her lead and called out "younger uncle."

She patted An Yan on the shoulder, "That’s right, from now on my younger uncle is your younger uncle too. There are benefits to following the younger uncle, like feasting and relying on this big tree for shade."

Fu Shiyan’s thin lips curved into a smile, beckoning with his hand, "Come here."

Fu Jinqiao grabbed An Yan’s hand and hopped over, "Younger uncle, hurry and take us. I’m starving."

An Yan couldn’t help but admire Fu Jinqiao’s appetite because she had just said she ordered another tray of crab roe buns after An Yan had left.

If it wasn’t to catch up with An Yan and add her on WeChat, she would have ordered another tray.

Fu Shiyan tapped Fu Jinqiao’s head, "Being a bit hungry is good; it might deepen your grooves of the brain a bit."

Fu Jinqiao felt deeply despised. She tugged at her lips, "Younger uncle, give me some face in front of An Yan."

Fu Shiyan chuckled softly, glancing at Song Zhiwen, "Director Song, I’ll take these two away then."

Song Zhiwen nodded, "Just sign here, and I will contact you with the interrogation results as soon as possible."

Fu Shiyan nodded slightly, signed, and then left with the two of them.

As soon as they left the police station, a stunning woman got out of a Bentley.

She walked up to Fu Shiyan, her smile gentle, "President Fu, the old man was worried and sent me to check on you."

An Yan quickly pieced things together, realizing that Fu Shiyan’s so-called important engagement that evening was actually a matchmaking dinner.

Fu Shiyan’s handsome face was unwarmed, his stature cold, "They’re fine, you can go back and report that."

Qiao Jie awkwardly tugged at the corner of her lips, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, she changed the topic, "President Fu’s two nieces?"

Fu Jinqiao did not miss Fu Shiyan’s annoyance, so she kept silent, waiting for him to speak.

"Is there a problem? he asked."

Each word made Qiao Jie feel stifled, but she smiled, "Then some time I’ll take them shopping." Saying this, she took out a QR code and handed it over.

"Whatever you wish," Fu Shiyan said indifferently, glancing briefly at Fu Jinqiao before getting into the car.

Fu Jinqiao understood the woman’s intentions, but accepting the QR code would mean selling out her younger uncle. Clearly, the other party wanted to bribe her to get close to him. She refused to be a traitor and excused herself by saying her phone was dead before getting into the car.

Qiao Jie then looked at An Yan, desire in her eyes.

An Yan smiled, "Sorry, my phone is dead too."

After she got into the passenger seat, the car drove away.

Qiao Jie watched the taillights disappear, feeling indescribably frustrated; she got into her car and instructed her driver to head back to Wanjiang Banquet.

Along the way, Fu Jinqiao non-stop described the scene where An Yan had beaten up five men.

Han Yang couldn’t help but glance at the seemingly delicate An Yan, finding it hard to believe.

Fu Shiyan teased, "An Yan, I didn’t expect you could take on five by yourself."

"I was just lucky. Those five were too weak," An Yan felt as if Fu Shiyan’s gaze could bore holes into the back of her head.

Fu Jinqiao added fuel to the fire, "Weak? They were five big burly men! Younger uncle, you have no idea, An Yan’s Whirlwind Kick and Sweeping Leg were simply cool!"

Fu Shiyan hummed, "I regret not seeing that scene."

An Yan bit her lip, realizing that this matter would not easily be glossed over with Fu Shiyan.

Fu Jinqiao’s eyes brightened, "Younger Uncle, you see how dangerous it is for girls outside. I’m thinking about learning some fighting skills, like boxing."

Fu Shiyan hummed softly, predicting what she would say next and played along, "Indeed, it’s essential to learn self-defense skills."

Fu Jinqiao’s eyes lit up, "Younger Uncle, I want An Yan to be my coach."

An Yan abruptly turned around, "I don’t know how to teach."

Fu Shiyan said softly, "No worries, you’ll learn as you teach. It’s unfamiliar at first, but with mutual cooperation and more practice, the understanding will deepen."

An Yan felt that the man was implying something, and her face turned red.

"Every Saturday afternoon, come to the old mansion for a tutoring session that lasts two hours, and I will pay you a thousand per session," said Fu Shiyan. He added, "Starting this Saturday, it’s settled."

Fu Jinqiao was so thrilled she almost flipped the car roof.

An Yan took a deep breath, secretly admiring the old man’s clever tactics.

They arrived at Moon Restaurant where Sister Tang personally served them, presenting freshly made osmanthus date cakes.

"Last time Shiyan and An Yan were here, they mentioned that Jinqiao wanted to try my cakes. Time flies so fast, Jinqiao is back already," she said.

Hearing this, Fu Jinqiao blinked, "Wait, Younger Uncle, you knew An Yan from before? An Yan, you knew Younger Uncle since long ago too?"

Fu Shiyan did not avoid the question, "An Yan was previously engaged to Chenyu."

Fu Jinqiao suddenly realized, "So you almost became my sister-in-law?"

An Yan thought to herself, I actually want to be your Younger Auntie!

Fu Shiyan served her a piece of the cake, "Eat more, talk less."

He casually served two more pieces to An Yan.

An Yan glanced at Fu Jinqiao, thankful that the girl was oblivious and hadn’t noticed anything odd.

Throughout the cake-eating session, Fu Jinqiao kept criticizing Fu Chenyu, calling him blind and unable to distinguish between the fake and the real.

Upon leaving Moon Restaurant, Sister Tang handed three packages of cakes to Fu Shiyan, "One for Jinqiao, one for An Yan, and the last one for the old madam."

Fu Shiyan thanked her and bid farewell to Sister Tang.

Fu Jinqiao looked at the direction they were heading, "Isn’t this the way back to the old mansion? Aren’t we supposed to drop An Yan off first?"

Fu Shiyan’s eyes flickered slightly, "I’ll drop you off first, and then I’ll head back to the office and drop off your coach on the way."

Fu Jinqiao was excited, "Coach An, I look forward to your guidance!"

An Yan curled her lips slightly and responded "okay."

"Younger Uncle, you must ensure Coach An gets home safely," Fu Jinqiao said.

Fu Shiyan laughed, "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to drop her right at the doorstep."

Fu Jinqiao: "Thank you, Younger Uncle, you’re the best!"

An Yan: "..." After dropping Fu Jinqiao back at the old mansion, the car headed towards Bishui Bay.

After driving for a while, Fu Shiyan instructed them to pull over.

Han Yang obeyed and parked the car by the roadside.

Fu Shiyan said softly, "Move to the back."

Knowing he was talking to her, An Yan moved from the passenger seat to the back.

Before the car even started again, Fu Shiyan pulled her into his arms.

Han Yang’s heart raced. Was this a scene he could enjoy without paying?

Bearing professional conduct, he quickly raised the partition.

Fu Shiyan’s hand stroked her waist, while the other caressed her glistening lips.

"Didn’t expect your combat power to be off the charts?" he clicked his tongue, "So at the hospital, it wasn’t Chenyu’s leg hitting the bed, but you kicking him?"

Once a tiny crack appeared, bigger fractures were soon to follow.

Smart as he was, many things couldn’t stand scrutiny.

An Yan pursed her lips, "Yes."

"Pretending to be weak was to get close to me, to evoke my sympathy and protective instinct?"

She did not confirm nor deny, that was indeed her intention.

Fu Shiyan’s eyes were unfathomably deep as he said slowly, "Let me guess again, was that kidnapping you orchestrated it yourself?"