Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 85: Slowly Holding Her Hand Down

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Slowly Holding Her Hand Down

Bi Chong opened his mouth, "Well, you two aren’t officially married yet. Shouldn’t you let Grandpa and Grandma evaluate before deciding?" He muttered softly, "Besides, shouldn’t there be some kind of ’brother-in-law’ greeting gift?"

Fu Shiyan nodded, "I was presumptuous. It seems these matters need to be expedited."

An Yan was somewhat surprised. She hadn’t realized that Fu Shiyan was considering getting their marriage certificate. Sweetness was nearly overflowing in her heart.

Fu Shiyan pulled out a chair for her to sit down and then took the seat beside her, looking at Bi Chong, "Since you are Yanyan’s brother, that makes you my brother too. I have a villa on the hillside in Nanshan, consider it a meeting gift for you."

Bi Chong’s mouth almost split to his ears, "Thank you, brother-in-law."

Brother-in-law?

An Yan’s mouth twitched. Had he been bought off so quickly?

And then she saw Bi Chong shamelessly sidle up to Fu Shiyan and began to chat away.

The meal wasn’t awkward in the least, and after dinner Bi Chong received the red property booklet.

Upon getting into the car, An Yan looked at Bi Chong’s swaggering steps and clicked her tongue in disdain.

"That meeting gift was a bit too extravagant," she said.

Fu Shiyan laughed, "He’s your relative. I’m grateful to him, and to Elder Bi as well. This is nothing. Yanyan, I’ll treat you well, and I’ll treat your family well too."

An Yan smiled, "Thank you, Ayan."

Fu Shiyan smiled indulgently, "Silly girl."

An Yan’s phone vibrated with an unfamiliar number, and she answered it.

"An Yan, this is your father. Can you come to the hospital?"

"Mr. An, what do I need to go to the hospital for? To apologize to you?"

An Zaili sighed, "We’re family, why be so absolute. About today’s press conference, I had no choice. If only you had left some room for negotiation at the wedding banquet, things wouldn’t have gotten this far. Despite the unpleasantness, we are still family. Yirou says she’s willing to reconcile with you, and you can still be good sisters. She’s in the hospital for pregnancy care, can you come see her?"

An Yan glanced at Fu Shiyan, anger simmering in his eyes. She hooked her little finger with his, signaling him not to get angry.

She said to the person on the other end, "Mr. An, I don’t think there is any need to see each other again. By the way, has An Yirou not told you about the stupid thing she hired to humiliate me? Tell her from me, ’Brain is a good thing, it’s a pity she lacks one.’"

After hanging up, An Yan embraced Fu Shiyan’s waist, "Just because they want to see me, I should go? How face-losing that would be! It’s better to let them fret and fuss."

Fu Shiyan looked at the cunning little thing in his arms, "What if I start fretting and fussing?"

"Why would you fret?"

Fu Shiyan took her hand and slowly moved it downward, "He is somewhat in a hurry."

An Yan pursed her lips, "You’re awful."

"Tell me, what if he is in a hurry?" Fu Shiyan caressed her fingers, his voice husky and laced with sultry suggestion, "Hmm? Tell me."

An Yan’s face turned red; the current Fu Shiyan was simply too much for her to resist.

She tried to pull her hand away, "Can’t you stop being annoying?"

Fu Shiyan held her hand and kissed it close to his lips, "I’m not being annoying, but if you are annoyed, I can provide you with joy and happiness."

An Yan: "..."

Fu Shiyan, seeing her dumbstruck, pinched her cheek and chuckled softly, "I never thought you’d be at a loss for words."

An Yan’s mouth twisted, "The speed of internet updates can’t even keep up with your cheesy lines."

Fu Shiyan’s laughter grew louder.

Just then, the partition lowered slightly, and Han Yang’s voice came through, "President Fu, Old Master Fu has come to the office."

The pleasant atmosphere was instantly shattered by these words, and Fu Shiyan’s face immediately darkened.

An Yan squeezed his palm, "I’ll sit at the coffee shop downstairs for a while."

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Send that segment of surveillance footage to me."

An Yan knew exactly why Old Master Fu had come, which was undoubtedly to demand an explanation, as Fu Shiyan had defended her at the wedding banquet, leaving the old master without face.

The car stopped by the roadside, and after An Yan got out, she entered the coffee shop and found a quiet corner where she ordered a cappuccino.

Meanwhile, Fu Shiyan entered the presidential office and saw Fu Haichuan sitting on the guest chair with a grave and furious expression.

Upon seeing Fu Shiyan sit down, he scoffed, "Ignoring my calls, Fu Shiyan, you really have become defiant!"

Fu Shiyan leaned back in his chair, his tone indifferent, "There’s nothing you could say that I need to hear."

"Do you know what I want to say?"

"It’s about the press conference. You hope that I apologize for my actions at the wedding banquet."

Fu Haichuan glared at Fu Shiyan, who was composed but arrogantly poised, making him even angrier, "Glad you know that."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "Sorry, but I can’t apologize."

"What?" Fu Haichuan’s fingers trembled as he pointed at him, "Shiyan, have you lost all sense of right and wrong? Chenyu has already provided evidence, An Yirou’s child is his. An Yan disturbed the wedding banquet and made the Fu Family a joke in Hua Country."

"All she did was speak the truth," replied Fu Shiyan.

"The evidence is all laid out here, why are you still refusing to differentiate right from wrong?"

Fu Shiyan no longer wanted to argue with him, so he directly called up the surveillance video An Yan had sent him and placed it before Fu Haichuan.

Fu Haichuan watched the scene in the hospital room and listened to what the An Family was saying, his face filled with astonishment.

"I don’t know what Chenyu’s purpose was in admitting to it, but I know that the facts are as they are, and you can’t refuse to acknowledge them even if you want to."

Fu Haichuan’s chest harbored towering anger, leaving him so furious he couldn’t utter a word.

Fu Shiyan put away his phone, "Is there anything else you would like to say?"

After a long time, Fu Haichuan gripped his dragon-head cane tightly, "Do you intend to release this video to the public? For the sake of the Fu Family’s reputation, you can’t release it. Handle this matter privately with the An Family. Make them leave Jiangcheng."

Fu Shiyan tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, "I can’t control the surveillance situation."

Fu Haichuan was taken aback, "You didn’t do this?" He quickly realized, "It was Bai Qinghan who did it for An Yan, right? You’ve been brothers with Bai Qinghan for many years; it’s just a word from you, would he turn against you for a woman?"

Fu Shiyan’s eyes and brows were indifferent and detached, leaving no room for negotiation.

Fu Haichuan slammed his cane down hard, "Are you trying to destroy the Fu Family’s dignity?"

"This surveillance footage can prove An Yan’s words to be true."

"Compared to the Fu Family, a woman’s honor isn’t important."

Fu Shiyan pressed the intercom, "Please escort Old Master Fu out."

Fu Haichuan watched the man’s unyielding and stern face in shock, his lips trembling with anger.

Han Yang came in, nodded slightly, and gestured invitingly, "Old Master, if you would."

Old Master Fu got up with his cane and left in a rage.

Fu Shiyan called An Yan, but she didn’t answer.

He called several more times, still no answer.

At that moment, Han Yang rushed in, "President Fu, three police cars have arrived at the coffee shop downstairs."

Fu Shiyan’s heart sank, and he quickly walked out.

The crowd in front of the coffee shop was three layers deep, all watching the commotion.

"My goodness, isn’t that An Yan! The one who accused her own sister of cheating at the wedding."

"That’s right! And now she got slapped in the face today."

"Look at her dressed all ladylike, knocking those girls to the ground, she’s clearly no good."

"She must have lied because she was jealous of her sister, I heard she used to be a delinquent."

"Look, those girls’ faces are all ruined."

...

Han Yang cleared a path, and Fu Shiyan moved to the innermost circle.

An Yan looked cold and indifferent, her foot on the back of a red-haired girl who was struggling to get up.

Around her lay three men and three women, wailing in pain.

She said coldly, "Apologize."

"Fuck your mother!" The girl spat out blood, still cursing insolently.

An Yan stepped heavily on the girl’s back, and the girl spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The officer pointed at An Yan, "You’re not allowed to hit anyone else, put your hands up."

An Yan, looking at the policemen gathering around, said indifferently, "I want her to apologize."

"Fuck your mother!"

An Yan kicked the girl’s mouth directly, causing her to bleed from the nose and lose several teeth.

"You’re involved in a fight, come back to the station with us for further investigation," the officer said, taking out handcuffs.

Fu Shiyan walked up quickly and stood in front of An Yan, "Cooperating with the investigation is fine, but she’s not a criminal, you can’t put handcuffs on her."

The officer was about to explode with condemnation when he heard something from an older officer and withdrew the handcuffs.

Fu Shiyan grabbed An Yan by the wrist, "Come with me in my car."

The remaining police cars took all the involved parties from the ground into the police vehicles and retrieved the surveillance footage from the coffee shop.

In the car.

Fu Shiyan wiped An Yan’s fingers with a wet tissue, looking at her reddened knuckles, he felt deep distress.

An Yan suddenly asked, "Aren’t you going to ask if it was my fault?"

Fu Shiyan looked at her, "I’ve said, do whatever you want, I’ll clean up after you."

A bitter feeling rose to her nose, and An Yan leaned on the man’s shoulder, "Ayan, they can insult me, but they cannot insult my mother."

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