Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 72: Won’t You Be My Wife If I Get Married?

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Won’t You Be My Wife If I Get Married?

Fu Shiyan stared at her, "That angry?"

An Yan turned her head away, "I will move out tonight, and you and I will part ways."

"You want to leave me?"

Moisture misted in An Yan’s eyes, "Do you think I’ll be your mistress after you get married?"

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "When I get married, won’t you be my wife?"

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Fu Shiyan leaned in, his nose gently grazing hers, "Aren’t you Jinqiao’s Younger Auntie?"

"What?"

Seeing the girl’s incredulous look, Fu Shiyan didn’t want to tease her further, "I grew up with Su Manxi, and the Fu Family and the Su Family are very familiar with each other. They assume she and I would end up together. But that’s just what they think. I have never liked her."

"Really?"

"Of course it’s true."

"Then does Su Manxi like you? I can tell she does."

Fu Shiyan, "She has never said so, so how should I bring it up?"

An Yan was taken aback, thinking how strange it would be to tell someone who you suspect likes you a lot, but whom you don’t like, to stop liking you.

Fu Shiyan pinched her chin, "So can you not be jealous like this?"

"Didn’t you say you had a meeting today? How come you’re at the old house?"

"The old man said he wasn’t feeling well and asked me to come back. I didn’t expect Su Manxi to be here either." Fu Shiyan lowered his head and kissed the girl’s lips, "Is everything clear now?"

Only then did An Yan feel somewhat relieved.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll make it for you."

"Dumplings. But I can only stuff them, not roll out the dough."

Fu Shiyan laughed, "No problem, I can roll the dough. With our cooperation, the work won’t be tiring. We harmonize well in all aspects."

An Yan glanced at him, "Enough with your nonsense. Hurry up and leave, or it’ll be awkward if Jinqiao sees you."

"Alright, then I’ll go first." Fu Shiyan was about to open the door when the sound of someone trying the doorknob came from outside.

"Huh, is the door locked?" Fu Jinqiao tapped and asked, "An Yan, are you in there?"

Fu Shiyan clicked his tongue, "I accidentally locked it from the inside just now."

"What should we do?"

"Jump from the window."

As An Yan looked at him in astonishment, Fu Shiyan had already led her to the window. He opened a pane and looked back with a smile, "I’ll jump first, then catch you from below."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "You jump, I jump?"

Fu Shiyan let out a low laugh, "That works too."

He jumped down lightly, stretching out his hands, "Come on, I’ll catch you."

The second floor wasn’t too high, with the residence’s back garden below.

Even if it were two stories higher, An Yan wouldn’t frown.

She leaped into the man’s embrace.

"I’ll go in first and greet them, then we can leave."

An Yan nodded, and Fu Shiyan kissed her lips before he left.

Soon after, Fu Jinqiao ran over, "So you were here, coming out from the back door?"

An Yan gave an affirming hum, "There are guests in the living room, and I thought the view here was nice, so I took a walk. It’s getting late, I’m planning to head back."

Fu Jinqiao said, "Then I’ll have the driver take you back."

An Yan nodded, "Sure."

Returning to the living room, An Yan greeted Fu Haichuan, Zhou Yi, and Su Manxi.

Fu Shiyan came down the stairs, his jacket draped over his arm, "I’m actually heading back to the company, I’ll take An Yan with me."

Fu Jinqiao said, "Oh, that works."

Su Manxi stood up, "Then I’ll head back as well, Shiyan, you can give me a lift too."

Fu Shiyan glanced at An Yan with a bit of helplessness, "Alright."

Fu Haichuan spoke in an unquestionable tone, "Shiyan, for Chenyu’s wedding tomorrow, Manxi will be your date and attend the wedding together."

Just as Fu Shiyan was about to object, the senior madam spoke up, "It’s not particularly meaningful. Manxi specifically rushed back before Chenyu’s wedding. It’s not good for her to be alone."

Fu Shiyan, "I understand."

The three of them left the estate, and Su Manxi consciously got into the passenger seat, while An Yan sat in the back.

Fu Shiyan’s thin lips pursed, and after sending a message, he started the car and drove away.

Su Manxi looked back with a smile, "An Yan, you have no idea. Don’t look at Shiyan being so serious now, he was quite approachable back in school."

She pulled up a photo on her phone, which showed a young man and woman together.

Both the boy and the girl were wearing white shirts, had youthful features, and looked like it was a high school photo.

"Look, here’s a photo of Shiyan and me from high school. Although we haven’t changed much in appearance, the youthfulness has been replaced with maturity."

Fu Shiyan glanced at An Yan through the rearview mirror, and she just blinked at him.

He chuckled softly.

Su Manxi asked, "What’s up? Were you reminded of some funny stories from our high school days?"

"No, I’ve almost forgotten about those times."

Su Manxi didn’t feel awkward and began to share some funny high school stories with An Yan.

Soon, the car arrived at Su Family Manor.

Su Manxi’s smile blossomed like flowers, "Shiyan, I’ll wait for you tomorrow morning to pick me up."

Fu Shiyan responded indifferently with a hum.

After Su Manxi got out of the car and watched it leave the manor, the smile gradually faded from her face.

A short distance after driving out of the manor, the car stopped by the roadside.

Soon, a Bentley parked behind it.

Fu Shiyan got out of the car, opened the back door, and extended his hand, "Yanyan, get out."

An Yan was a bit stunned but still placed her hand in the man’s palm and was led out of the car.

A bodyguard from the Bentley got out, nodded at them, and got into the Maybach.

Fu Shiyan took An Yan into the Bentley that followed, and he kicked the back of the seat, "Back to Bishui Bay."

"Yes, President Fu," Han Yang said, raising the partition.

An Yan did not understand, "Why did we switch cars?"

"How could my passenger seat be sat in by another woman?" Fu Shiyan held An Yan on his lap, "I’m very self-aware, seeking praise."

An Yan pecked the man’s cheek, "You did well. However, the things she said just now did make me a little unhappy. Because I wasn’t a part of your past."

Fu Shiyan smiled, "Now that you mention it, I also wasn’t a part of your past, and that’s a pity. But from now on, participating in each other’s every day, we will have no regrets."

"Alright," An Yan fiddled with his shirt buttons, "But, are you really going to let her be your date tomorrow?"

"What do you think?"

"Of course, I don’t want that."

"Then I won’t let her."

An Yan blinked her clear eyes, "Do you have a way? Your parents said so today."

Fu Shiyan smiled, "I naturally have my methods."

The next morning dawned.

A Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Su family villa.

Su Manxi, dressed in a champagne-colored gown, her tea-colored curly hair up in a bun to reveal her fair swan’s neck, came forth, holding a clutch.

As she drew closer, the chauffeur opened the back door of the car.

Su Manxi bent down to get in, and the smile on her face froze, "Why is it you?"