Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 68 Fu Shiyan, the Jealous King

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Fu Shiyan, the Jealous King

An Yan looked nervously toward the bathroom door, "Jinqiao is still in there, stop it."

Fu Shiyan clicked his tongue, his warm breath sprinkling on her ear.

Suddenly, a damp touch came, and An Yan shivered all over, "Don’t..."

"How thrilling, huh?"

Fu Shiyan turned his head and kissed her lips directly, their lips and teeth intertwining as if he wanted to suck all the remaining oxygen from her mouth.

Noticing the person in his arms had gone limp, the man finally let her go, his slightly calloused fingertips gently brushed over her dewy lips, and he chuckled softly, "I’ll deal with you tonight."

"An Yan, Younger Uncle, I’ve served the food."

The calling from Fu Jinqiao brought An Yan back to her senses.

She hit the man several times with force, "You’re so annoying."

"Tsk, women are really fickle, you used to be crazy about Younger Uncle." Fu Shiyan’s lips curled up in a wicked smile, "Once you have it, you don’t cherish it."

"You go out first." An Yan shoved him out, closed the door, and went to the washstand. Looking at herself in the mirror, her complexion was rosy, her eyes seductive, and her lips looked exceptionally nice.

She quickly washed her face, afraid that Fu Jinqiao might notice something.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened.

An Yan looked over, and Fu Shiyan walked in.

He saw the girl’s guarded eyes and laughed lightly, "I forgot to wash my hands just now."

An Yan grabbed a towel to wipe her face and quickly left.

She saw Fu Jinqiao standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the distance, "My Younger Uncle really knows how to live, Bishui Bay is indeed a place worth its weight in gold."

An Yan walked toward her, but as soon as she looked up, she saw a pair of men’s underwear hanging on a drying rack.

The smile at the corner of her mouth stiffened, and she walked straight over, taking Fu Jinqiao by the hand towards the dining room, and giving Fu Shiyan a meaningful glance.

Fu Shiyan’s eyes flicked up, seeing what An Yan was trying to signal to him, but he seemed unconcerned, almost wishing for Fu Jinqiao to see it and followed them into the dining room.

An Yan realized then, this old man was doing it on purpose.

She made the excuse of getting some napkins and quickly stuffed the underwear into the wardrobe.

When An Yan returned, she placed a pack of napkins on the table and sat down next to Fu Jinqiao.

Fu Jinqiao was digging into a plate of half curry chicken rice and half curry beef rice, looking satisfied, "An Yan, make some more tomorrow, so Bai Qinghan and the others can have a taste too."

As her words ended, she felt a chill in the air around her.

Fu Jinqiao looked at the indifferent-faced Fu Shiyan, "What’s wrong, Younger Uncle? Why are you so unhappy?"

Fu Shiyan said coldly, "It’s enough that you’re fed and watered, but you also want to oppress others to serve someone else."

Fu Jinqiao pursed her lips, "Why are you so fierce, Younger Uncle? You’re scaring me."

An Yan hadn’t expected Bai Qinghan to be joining them as well, "Jinqiao, who else is coming tomorrow?"

"Bai Qinghan, Shang Wenhang." Fu Jinqiao asked, "An Yan, do you really have nothing going on with Bai Qinghan?"

"Of course not, last night was just a stopgap." An Yan pushed around the beef with her spoon, "Causing a ruckus is no good for anyone."

"But I think Bai Qinghan is quite serious about you, right, Younger Uncle?" Fu Jinqiao cheekily asked Fu Shiyan.

The man glanced at her lightly, "Eating still can’t shut you up."

Fu Jinqiao cleared her throat and continued, "But Grandpa too, how could he suspect you of having designs on An Yan? An Yan, like me, calls you ’younger uncle’!"

"Have you finished eating?" Fu Shiyan put down his chopsticks. Although his face bore no extra expression, the extremely cold temperament made Fu Jinqiao’s hand holding the chopsticks tremble slightly—a natural aura of authority, perhaps.

Fu Jinqiao hastily shoveled a couple of bites, "Um, I’m done, I can go now."

Watching Fu Shiyan stand up, Fu Jinqiao struggled to swallow the food in her mouth, picked up her purse from the couch, looked at An Yan, "I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow morning, bye." Having said that, she headed to the entrance to put on her shoes but turned back, dashed into the kitchen to spoon two bites of rice before leaving.

An Yan watched the niece leave and slumped onto the sofa with exhaustion.

It’s all over now, the King of Jealousy is about to get jealous again.

She had no idea Bai Qinghan would be at the amusement park tomorrow.

She lifted her hand to cover her eyes, bracing herself for an encounter with the iceman...

On the other side, Fu Shiyan leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.

Fu Jinqiao approached him, "Younger uncle, I’m driving now."

Fu Shiyan hummed lightly, "Next time Bai organizes something and calls you, you can go but don’t bring An Yan."

Fu Jinqiao’s mind spun, "I understand, younger uncle. You don’t want Bai Qinghan to pursue An Yan! That’s right, Bai Qinghan’s ex-girlfriends could line up from the south street to the north street, he’s a true playboy."

Fu Shiyan curved his lips slightly, "As long as you understand. Get in the car, I’ll follow behind you back to the old house."

When Fu Shiyan and Fu Jinqiao entered the old house, the entire Fu family sat in the living room with serious expressions.

Fu Chenyu was kneeling in front of Fu Haichuan and Zhou Yi.

Fu Jinqiao sensed something wrong and quickly ran to Lu Wenxin’s side and whispered, "What happened?"

Lu Wenxin shook her head, signaling her to stay quiet.

Seeing Fu Shiyan, Fu Chenyu pleaded, "Younger uncle, help me out."

Fu Shiyan’s demeanor was indifferent, "Help with what?"

"I don’t want to marry An Yirou anymore. I want to call off the wedding, or even better, switch the bride."

Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "Switch to whom?"

"An Yan." Fu Chenyu looked up at him.

Fu Shiyan scoffed softly, "You think she would agree?"

"The Fu family and the An family have a marriage agreement, and the person originally part of that agreement should have been her," Fu Chenyu argued with conviction.

"Give up on that idea," Fu Shiyan said flatly.

"I know An Yan is now involved with Bai Qinghan, but everything can be changed, right?" Fu Chenyu continued to argue.

Fu Jingxiang also looked at Fu Shiyan, "Shiyan, do you see any possibility for turning things around?"

Yang Limin added, "Yes, Shiyan, Chenyu truly realizes his mistake, mistaking the false for the real."

Fu Shiyan stroked his diamond cufflinks, "First, Chenyu and An Yirou are already legally married, making them a lawful couple. He has already had a wandering eye once, does he really want another go? Second, An Yan is a living person, not an object; she has her own right to choose and should not be picked and arranged by you at will. Third, An Yan already has someone she loves, don’t disturb her, don’t disrupt her peaceful life. Some missed opportunities are gone forever."

He looked at Fu Haichuan, "I hope the next time you ask me to come back here, it won’t be due to matters concerning An Yan." With that, he turned and left without looking back.

Fu Shiyan drove through streets enveloped in neon lights, his mind repeatedly revisiting the words he had given to Fu Chenyu: Some missed opportunities are gone forever.

At that moment, he didn’t know that one day, those words would also apply to himself—he almost missed out...