Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 83 Just Keep Lying to Me Forever

Chapter 83: Chapter 83 Just Keep Lying to Me Forever

"Who are you bringing? Su Yue?" Fu Shiyan knew An Yan and Su Yue were close, so she was the first person he thought of.

An Yan looked up, "It’s Bi Chong, grandfather’s own grandson, my little brother."

"Of course you can." Fu Shiyan turned off the hairdryer.

An Yan held his hand, "I forgot to tell you, he came last night to deliver the fresh flower cake grandma made. I also made him a bowl of Yangchun noodles. Since it was a bit late, I didn’t mention it to you."

Last night?

So the man Han Yang saw was Bi Chong?

So he was angry all night and only wanted to cling to her in the morning because of a misunderstanding?

Fu Shiyan laughed to himself.

"What’s so funny? Tell me, let me have a laugh too."

Fu Shiyan pinched her smooth little cheek, a playful smile hanging on his face, "I just thought about how easy you were to tease just now, and it made me want to laugh."

An Yan pulled away his hand and huffed as she walked into the walk-in closet; Fu Shiyan followed closely behind.

"Help me pick an outfit, after all, it’s my first time meeting my brother-in-law."

An Yan picked out a navy blue suit for him, "Just dress like you normally do, no need to make it such a grand occasion. If you pay him too much attention, it might overwhelm him. Hurry up and get dressed, don’t you have a meeting this morning?"

"I had Han Yang reschedule it for the afternoon." Fu Shiyan said as he dressed, tilting his chin, "Wear that light blue dress."

"Matching colors?"

Fu Shiyan just smiled and curved his lips.

Once dressed, Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around An Yan’s waist in front of the mirror, his chin resting on her forehead, "Let’s go for Sichuan cuisine at noon, then come with me to the office. We can go to Moon Restaurant in the evening and then catch a movie. How does that sound?"

"Mr. Fu, are you asking me on a date?" An Yan turned around, looking up at him.

Fu Shiyan hummed softly, a gentle smile on his face, "I wonder if Miss An would do me the honor."

"Ok, I’ll agree, seeing as you’re trying to be so sweet."

Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "Isn’t it because I satisfy you?"

Knowing that whatever he said always came out differently, An Yan’s face turned red as she thumped his chest, "Shut up!"

Seeing her annoyed and embarrassed like a little cat with its fur puffed up, Fu Shiyan cupped her face with both hands and kissed her, "How can you be so adorable?"

An Yan glared at him but the corners of her lips were still curved in a smile.

She pulled away his hands, "Let’s go. Try some grandma’s fresh flower cakes and have some warm milk."

"Alright, I’ll follow your lead."

Exiting the wardrobe, they arrived at the dining room. An Yan took the fresh flower cakes out of the refrigerator, "Original, matcha, oat, and purple sweet potato flavors – try them all. The estate plants a lot of roses, mainly so we can enjoy fresh flower cakes each year."

Fu Shiyan, not usually interested in sweets except for the desserts that An Yan made, found these fresh flower cakes quite to his taste.

An Yan took another packet from the refrigerator, "This is for the old lady, Jinqiao should like them too."

Fu Shiyan smiled and nodded, "Alright."

Even though Bishui Bay was close to the school, Fu Shiyan insisted on dropping An Yan off.

"What car do you like? Always taking a taxi is inconvenient."

"I have a car, it’s parked at Su Yue’s place."

Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "Then why didn’t you drive before?"

An Yan leaned in, her eyes full of mischief, "Wasn’t it just to play the little damsel in distress, to hook you?"

Fu Shiyan looked deeply into her eyes, "I’ve been quite thoroughly deceived by you, what should I do?"

Seeing the girl’s stunned expression, he felt an overwhelming tenderness. The car stopped, and he leaned over to wrap his arms around her waist, "Then just keep deceiving me, for a lifetime."

An Yan’s eyes grew warm, and she hugged him back, lightly humming an agreement.

They embraced for a long time before parting.

An Yan saw that no one was around, quickly got out of the car, and left.

Fu Shiyan watched her figure enter the campus until she was out of sight, then drove away.

Although the reports of the Fu and An families’ wedding banquet were later taken down, they had already spread widely in society. No matter how one managed public relations, it couldn’t stop the gossip.

An Yan, as usual, sat at the last row of the classroom, but her classmates’ gazes toward her had changed, some sympathetic, some admiring, some worshipful, and some envious.

What evoked sympathy was her tragic background; what was admired was her cunning counterattack against An Yirou’s false accusations; what was revered was her courage to speak the truth despite Old Master Fu’s pressure; and what provoked jealousy was the fact she actually had Bai Qinghan and Fu Shiyan’s protection.

However, none of these emotions affected An Yan in the slightest, as she sat there texting Bi Chong.

:How’s it going?

Bi Chong replied instantly: Just changed into my little skirt.

:?

Bi Chong: I’m seducing in uniform!

An Yan rolled her eyes, this guy was starting his cross-dressing boss act again. Couldn’t he just dress up like a normal doctor or something?

Hong’en Hospital.

Bi Chong put away his phone, adjusted his shoulder-length hair in the mirror, padded his chest with cotton, put on a mask, and pushed the medicine cart out.

Upon opening the door of VIP ward 0701, seeing Du Xinlan and Yang Suhua there, he cursed each of them in his heart.

The first thing he said was in a falsetto, "Patient An Yirou?"

An Yirou on the hospital bed glanced at him disdainfully and grunted in acknowledgment.

Seeing her annoying demeanor, Bi Chong really wanted to slap her a few times.

He went over with the medicine bag, listed the medications, and then proceeded to give her an injection.

"Ah! It hurts so much!" An Yirou glared at him angrily, "Do you know how to give an injection? If not, get out and get someone else."

Du Xinlan rushed over, looking at An Yirou’s hand with pity, and scolded, "You fool, even a simple injection makes her bleed, get out."

Bi Chong did it on purpose; the needle didn’t go into the vein but into the flesh, to cause pain to An Yirou, the Green Tea Bitch, as payback for bullying his boss.

Puffing out his padded chest, he said, "What’s the problem, I didn’t do it on purpose, who can get it right on the first try? If it’s not right, just stick her a few more times and it will be fine."

Yang Suhua glared at him ferociously, "How did you even get into the hospital with such low skills, you should not have been recruited at all."

"Of course I was recruited for my superior skills; it’s her veins that are too thin and tricky," Bi Chong retorted, "You ignorant old hag, talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Suhua pushed him.

Bi Chong let out a yelp, and as he fell to the ground, he secretly affixed something to the underside of the bed.

He quickly got up and pushed Yang Suhua away, "You old hag, what are you playing at?"

Yang Suhua chased after him, trying to hit him, and Bi Chong dodged around the ward to avoid her blows.

In the midst of the chase, he stuck a soybean-sized miniature surveillance device onto the curtain rail; because they were both the same color white, it was hardly noticeable.

With his mission accomplished, Bi Chong didn’t linger and prepared to leave.

Just then, two men in white coats appeared at the door of the ward, "We’re very sorry, she is a patient who escaped from our hospital and has inconvenienced everyone here. Please forgive us."

Yang Suhua frowned, "What illness does she have?"

"Psychiatric."

Yang Suhua: "..."

Du Xinlan: "..."

An Yirou: "..."

After Bi Chong was taken away, the ward returned to its previous quiet state after the commotion.

An Yirou shouted in anger, "What the hell was that? Why am I so unlucky?"

Du Xinlan consoled her, "Enough, don’t lower yourself to argue with a lunatic. You need to keep your emotions in check; don’t get angry. Keeping the baby is what’s important, understand?"

An Yirou sneered, "This baby can’t be kept, Mom, you know that as well."

"It cannot be kept indeed, but its loss must serve a purpose," Du Xinlan’s eyes were filled with sinister cunning, "Make some time to have that bitch An Yan come over, and use her hand to deal with it!"

Yang Suhua sighed, "Wouldn’t it be great if the child belonged to Fu Chenyu? Why go through all this trouble?"

"How come after so many times with Fu Chenyu, nothing happened? Why is it that with that damned security guard one time and I got pregnant, even after taking the pill afterward. It’s driving me insane!" An Yirou’s eyes were bloodshot, "If it weren’t for An Yan becoming beautiful and Fu Chenyu not touching me since then, why would I take the risk and pretend the child is seven weeks? Luckily, the doctor is our relative, otherwise coming to Fu Corporation’s hospital would’ve exposed us."

Yang Suhua looked at Du Xinlan, "After the press conference, let’s have An Yan come over. The child in Yirou’s stomach is like a ticking time bomb, and we need to make sure it explodes with value."

An Yan, with headphones in, watched this scene unfold on her phone screen with an impassive face, the corners of her lips curling into a mocking smile.

Just then, a call from an unknown number came in.

An Yan answered, and the teasing laugh from the other side came through, "An Yan, as long as you are with me, none of this will happen."