Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 59: What Kind of Me Do You Like?

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: What Kind of Me Do You Like?

The next day, An Yan woke up feeling something sticking to her eyelids.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to wipe it off, her wrist was grabbed by a man.

"Awake?"

"Mm."

Shiyan peeled off the eye mask, "Your eyes were swollen from crying, I put this eye mask on you last night."

An Yan complained, "And it’s all your fault!"

The man laughed, "Lie down a bit longer, I will go make lunch, and in the afternoon, I will take you to get styled. In the evening, we will attend a birthday banquet."

She pouted, "Attending it still feels somewhat unrightful and awkward."

Shiyan rubbed her hair, "Coach An is qualified."

An Yan finally understood why Shiyan had so readily agreed to let Jinqiao learn fighting from her – it was all to facilitate her easy access to the Fu family.

Shiyan smiled lightly and gently stroked her cheek, "This could be a good chance for Jinqiao to return your diamond."

He got up, put on casual clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up, then headed to the kitchen.

An Yan let out a long sigh of relief, relieved that at least that matter was over.

They say you shouldn’t lie, for one lie needs countless others to keep it consistent.

And, should not do things that weigh on your conscience, as you always worry they’ll be discovered.

After getting out of bed, An Yan’s legs felt weak, and it took her a good while to walk into the bathroom to wash up and change into home clothes before entering the kitchen.

Shiyan was apron-clad and meticulously chopping veggies, ready to cook by following an instructional video.

An Yan chuckled, "I didn’t expect the Younger Uncle to be so down-to-earth, even cooking himself."

Shiyan simply hummed, "I used to cook often when I was in the special forces, though it wasn’t as refined as now."

An Yan tentatively asked, "Jinqiao mentioned that you had been hurt on the head before?"

Shiyan nodded, "I was indeed injured two years ago."

"How did you get injured?"

"I can’t remember," Shiyan said, digging through his memory but finding nothing but a blank.

"Head injury led to memory loss?" An Yan really didn’t rule out the possibility, but the surgery she had performed on Shiyan at the time was very successful. Memory loss could only be considered a probability event, bad luck.

Shiyan glanced at her sideways and nodded, "I once forgot about a woman. I don’t know who she is or what role she played in my life. Over the last two years, she used to appear in my dreams, but after being with you, she didn’t appear anymore."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "Did she ever say or do anything in the dream?"

Shiyan wasn’t sure whether to tell An Yan about the intense encounters with the woman in his dreams – she would definitely get jealous.

He put down the knife and turned around, "Don’t worry, even if I regain my memories of that woman, it won’t change anything."

An Yan looked down, deep in thought, "I just find it really strange why you forgot only her."

"It is strange," Shiyan touched her cheek lightly, "I have tried using hypnosis to revive my memory, but it didn’t work, I still can’t remember anything."

"Hypnosis?"

Shiyan nodded, "I tried hypnosis at a counseling center in Jiangcheng."

"Is the hypnotist reliable?"

Thinking she referred to the hypnotist’s skills, Shiyan nodded, "Reliable. She was my university classmate, specializing in psychology, the top hypnotist in Hua Country."

An Yan looked contemplative, thinking she needed to check out this person thoroughly.

After they had finished eating, the doorbell rang.

An Yan opened the door to find Han Yang holding out a paper bag.

An Yan took it back to the room and pulled out the items from the bag one by one.

Inside was a black, slim-fit AY evening dress, a jewelry box, and a shoe box.

Shiyan walked in and hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, "Want to try them on?"

An Yan responded affirmatively and went into the dressing room to change.

When she walked out, Shiyan was slightly taken aback.

Always gentle and serene, An Yan was like an ethereal sprite that had descended to earth when clad in white.

At that moment, she was dressed in a form-fitting off-the-shoulder black gown, revealing one side of her clavicle and her fair, straight shoulders. Her seaweed-like black hair cascaded to her waist, making her snow-white skin appear even more lustrous.

A nude pink heart-shaped diamond pendant necklace hung delicately on her exquisite clavicle, and her already tall figure was accentuated by seven-centimeter-high black velvet high heels, making her appear even more slender and erect.

She was the epitome of a regal beauty.

Fu Shiyan stepped forward, his hands grasping her slender waist, "Truly beautiful."

An Yan curved her lips, "Then which version of me do you like?"

Fu Shiyan’s large hand caressed the soft flesh at her waist, "Without a single thread."

An Yan glared at him, her face full of shyness.

Because he needed to check the final processes of the birthday party, Fu Shiyan had An Yan sent to the stylist before heading to the hotel himself.

An Yan had just finished getting styled when she received a call from Fu Jinqiao.

Fu Jinqiao parked the car in front of Genie Styling Studio and stepped out.

Upon seeing An Yan, her mouth fell open in surprise.

"You’re absolutely breathtaking!" Fu Jinqiao circled around her, "My brother is such an idiot! Standing next to you, An Yirou is like pickled vegetables. Come on, come on, you’re definitely going to dazzle everyone tonight, and while you’re at it, find a great guy to tick off my brother!"

An Yan smiled slightly and got into the car.

As Fu Jinqiao drove towards the hotel, she clicked her tongue, "It seems my younger uncle has a woman."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "You know?"

Fu Jinqiao gave her a knowing look, "See that bag in the back seat? Those are the pieces of jewelry he bought last night. I thought he was either getting something for grandma or trying to surprise me, but since he asked me to bring them, he must be gifting them to another woman!"

An Yan pursed her lips, smiling.

"I’m serious, what are you laughing at?"

"It’s fine, as long as your uncle isn’t giving them to a man."

Fu Jinqiao burst out laughing, "If he were giving them to a man, that would be spectacular, but if my uncle really were gay, he would definitely be a dominant one!"

An Yan: "..."

Old Madam Fu’s birthday banquet was held at the Wanjiang Banquet, and those who attended were either wealthy or illustrious. The hotel entrance was paved with a red carpet, and the media thronged behind barriers on either side of the carpet.

A string of luxury cars parked at the entrance of the red carpet, and various elites with their companions walked up the carpet towards the hotel.

At this moment, a Bentley stopped at the entrance.

The door opened, and Fu Chenyu bowed as he got out.

He was dressed in a bespoke silver-gray suit, his tall figure indifferent, with a playful smile on his face.

He stretched out his hand to lead the person in the car out.

An Yirou, adorned in a glimmering white off-the-shoulder gown, looked graceful and dignified, her chestnut curls hanging down her back, shining and smooth, every bit of her exuding finesse.

The pair walked up the red carpet, with reporters from both sides bombarding them with questions.

"May I ask, Young Master Fu, it has been rumored that your former fiancée was the eldest daughter of the An Family. Is that true?"

"Miss An, it’s rumored that you took your sister’s fiancé, could you explain that?"

"Young Master Fu, some people say you cheated on her sister, is that so?"

...

An Yirou still kept her smile, linking her arm with Fu Chenyu’s, "Chenyu and I are mutually in love, don’t listen to rumors! Our wedding is next Sunday, and we hope you all can attend!"

She tightened her grip on his arm, "Right, Brother Chenyu?"

Fu Chenyu forced a smile, "Yes."

"Is it true that the An Family’s eldest daughter is just a country bumpkin?"

An Yirou laughed softly, "Everyone has different tastes. My sister just has a peculiar taste."

At this moment, all the flashlights turned toward the entrance of the red carpet.

"Oh my God! Who is that star? She’s absolutely stunning!"

"That’s the Fu Family’s young miss, but who is that young lady beside her?"

"I have never seen anyone so beautiful!"

...