Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 71: Fu Shiyan’s Childhood Sweetheart Has Returned

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Fu Shiyan’s Childhood Sweetheart Has Returned

The amusement park day trip had ended, and it was now nearly four o’clock in the afternoon.

Bai Qinghan, worried about being intercepted halfway again, took the initiative to offer An Yan a ride home.

Fu Shiyan said he had a meeting to attend at the company and left first.

Upon hearing this, Bai Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief.

Being intercepted last time had left a bit of a shadow on him.

Just as he was feeling happy, Fu Jinqiao said, "An Yan and I have plans tonight; we agreed to eat hotpot and watch a movie together."

Bai Qinghan: Do I have a feud with the Fu family?

Of course, An Yan and Fu Jinqiao hadn’t really made any plans; it was just a pretext to refuse Bai Qinghan.

After An Yan got home, she realized Fu Shiyan was already sitting on the sofa, his suit jacket casually draped over the armrest, his long legs slightly spread apart, radiating a trace of displeasure.

She walked over and obediently sat on the man’s lap, poking his solid chest with her fingertips, "Ayan, are you unhappy?"

Fu Shiyan caught her fingers and placed them over his heart, "Then you ask it if it’s happy."

"It told me it’s feeling a bit emo."

The man chuckled lightly, "Why would it feel that way?"

"Because its master’s woman is so adroable."

Fu Shiyan reached out to tease her small nose, "What to do, my woman is too adorable, always getting attention. I really want to hide you away."

An Yan nestled in his embrace, "I didn’t expect to run into Movie King Mu today either."

Recalling something, she took out her phone, "Look, I haven’t even accepted his friend request yet; I’m listening to you."

"The amusement park incident has hit the hot search today; you might be affected by Mu Qianfan’s fans if you don’t go on that variety show," Fu Shiyan played with her fingers, "Online comments can be erased, but if we encounter fans as extreme as last time, the consequences are unimaginable. Remember, always protect yourself first whenever you face danger."

"I know," An Yan nodded, "Hotpot for dinner tonight? Then watch a movie together in the evening?"

"Okay."

After they finished their hotpot, the lights had just started to brighten, and they snuggled on the sofa.

The living room lights dimmed, and a romantic art film began playing on the screen.

The movie started sweet but became slightly torturous in the middle. Before it finished, An Yan was already dozing off in the man’s embrace, eventually falling asleep.

Fu Shiyan watched the person in his arms who resembled a little kitten, soft and gentle, kissed her small cheek, and carefully carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed.

He kept watching An Yan’s sleeping face, his lips unconsciously curving into a smile, entertained by the thought of spending a lifetime like this with her.

He felt that if they got along well, he wanted to give her a proper status.

Saturday came around, and it was the day An Yan was teaching Fu Jinqiao sanda.

Because Fu Jinqiao mentioned having guests at home and couldn’t leave, she had the driver pick An Yan up.

Upon arriving at the old house, An Yan walked in to hear laughter and chatter.

Zhou Yi was sitting next to a young, beautiful woman with tea-colored curly hair flowing down her back, a tall posture, dressed in a black slim-fit long dress that outlined her graceful figure.

Fu Jinqiao, seated on the sofa opposite them, saw An Yan and ran over to link arms with her, "An Yan, you’re here! Let me introduce you."

She led An Yan to Zhou Yi and the woman, "An Yan, this is Manxi, my younger uncle’s childhood sweetheart."

An Yan was momentarily startled; she had researched Fu Shiyan before and he didn’t have any ex-girlfriends, so where did this childhood sweetheart come from?

But she recognized this woman; she was the designer Su Manxi.

The woman’s eyes were strikingly beautiful, lips red and teeth white, she smiled and said, "Jinqiao, is this your coach?"

Fu Jinqiao nodded, "Yes! An Yan is fantastic!"

Su Manxi stood up and extended her hand, "I really didn’t expect Coach An to not only be skilled but also beautiful."

An Yan smiled lightly, "Thank you."

Fu Jinqiao, linking arms with An Yan, said, "Then let’s head upstairs now!"

As the two headed toward the staircase, Fu Haichuan and Fu Shiyan happened to walk out of the study.

An Yan cast a meaningful glance at Fu Shiyan before heading upstairs.

Fu Shiyan slightly furrowed his brows and then headed to the living room with Fu Haichuan, taking a seat on the sofa.

Fu Haichuan looked at Su Manxi, "Are you leaving again this time you’ve come back?"

Su Manxi shook her head, "Uncle, I’m not leaving anymore. Actually, I’ve regretted spending these past three years abroad, wasting a lot of time."

Zhou Yi smiled and took her hand, "I won’t lie to you; over these years, I’ve introduced many girls to Shiyan, and he wouldn’t even take a glance. His heart has always been filled with you!"

Fu Shiyan scowled, "What are you talking about?"

"Am I wrong? You and Manxi grew up together, true childhood sweethearts. If she hadn’t gone abroad three years ago, you would have been married by now."

Fu Shiyan’s tone turned indifferent, "Please don’t fabricate things, Manxi will still need to find a boyfriend in the future."

Fu Haichuan snorted softly, "She hasn’t found anyone in these years either, just waiting for you. Why don’t you two get engaged after dating for a while?"

Fu Shiyan’s voice grew colder, "I’ve said that I will decide my own marriage."

Su Manxi looked embarrassed, "Uncle, Aunt, I’ve just returned. Let’s talk about some things later."

Fu Shiyan stood up, "Please excuse me for now."

Watching his retreating figure, Su Manxi narrowed her eyes.

Inside the yoga studio.

An Yan was instructing Fu Jinqiao in some movements, but Fu Jinqiao just wanted to slack off, lying on the ground refusing to get up.

"No way, you’re going to kill me."

An Yan laughed, "You react too slowly, it’s very easy to lose the upper hand that way."

Fu Jinqiao waved her hands, "Let’s stop here for today. I really can’t get up anymore. Give me a hand, I’m going to take a shower."

An Yan reached out a hand, and Fu Jinqiao grabbed it. Just as she raised an eyebrow about to yank the person downward, An Yan countered and subdued her.

"Alright, alright, I won’t try to sneak attack again."

An Yan laughed and let her go, and Fu Jinqiao scrambled up and fled.

An Yan picked up a mobile phone lying nearby, preparing to leave, when a tall figure blocked the doorway.

"How come you..."

Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in and pinning her against the wall as he pushed the door closed.

"What has Jinqiao told you?"

An Yan pursed her lips, "She said she will have a Younger Auntie soon."

"That’s for sure," Fu Shiyan’s thin lips curved slightly.

An Yan looked at the man incredulously, not expecting him to admit it so easily.

A surge of anger was hard to hide; she pushed Fu Shiyan forcefully away.

However, the man held her tightly, "What are you angry about, huh?"

An Yan’s eyes reddened, "What do you take me for?"

"Girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" An Yan scoffed, "What girlfriend? I’m just a bed partner, that’s all!"

"Nonsense, don’t belittle yourself like that!" Fu Shiyan pinched her chin.

An Yan’s eyes were defiant, "Fu Shiyan, even though I like you and have been plotting to be with you, I have my self-respect too! If you’ve always had your childhood sweetheart and wanted to marry her, you could have told me sooner, I wouldn’t cling to you."