Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 86: Seeing the Two People Kissing

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Seeing the Two People Kissing

This statement made Fu Shiyan understand why An Yan had taught those people a lesson.

Because they spoke without restraint.

An Yan said, "Because of the press conference, I was worried about being recognized, so I tried to keep a low profile and sat in a corner. Those seven people surrounded me, verbally insulted me, and behaved frivolously, which provoked me to act."

"Hmm, well done," Fu Shiyan, holding her hand, said, "It seems I should arrange for some bodyguards for you."

An Yan looked up, "I can protect myself."

"I can’t let you get hurt even a little bit."

"Don’t worry, I’m not used to having bodyguards anyway."

Fu Shiyan was somewhat helpless; he caressed her reddened knuckles, "Your hand is all red, does it hurt?"

An Yan smiled, "I’m not that delicate, it doesn’t hurt. It’s just that my skin is a bit tender. By the way, did your father look for you because of me?"

Fu Shiyan chuckled and rubbed her small head, "Do whatever you want to do without any concerns."

An Yan grinned, "Thank you, Ayan."

Soon, the car arrived at the police station.

All the suspects entered the interrogation room to record their statements.

Fu Shiyan brought in top lawyer Song Chao, bailed An Yan out, and filed a lawsuit against those seven people.

The video related to this incident quickly fermented online, and An Yan faced cyberbullying.

Kept by an old man, a gold-digging girl from the countryside, jealous of her stepsister causing chaos at the wedding, using violence against classmates and passersby—these labels and more were attached to An Yan.

Keyboard warriors freely used their imaginations, spewing the most venomous words, while the onlookers reveled in the drama.

Fu Shiyan postponed his afternoon meeting to stay home with An Yan.

An Yan responded to messages from Fu Jinqiao, Su Yue, Bi Chong, and Bai Qinghan, telling them not to worry, and that she would handle it herself.

Meanwhile, Fu Chenyu sent An Yan another message, stating that if she apologized to him, he would clarify the matter publicly.

An Yan directly deleted this junk message and blocked him.

She pressed the remote control, lowering the huge screen, "We can’t go out to watch a movie tonight, so let’s watch one at home."

She then happily ran to the fridge to grab some chips and nestled in Fu Shiyan’s arms.

"What kind of movie do you want to watch? Romance, sci-fi, action?"

Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "A romantic action movie."

An Yan playfully tapped his chest, "You’re such a smooth talker! I used to think you were a thousand-year iceberg."

"And now?"

"A volcano on an ice island, seemingly cold, but with boiling hot lava flowing inside."

Fu Shiyan laughed, "Others can only see my cold side; the other side is just for you."

An Yan leaned against his chest, her lips curving into a ceaseless smile.

She popped a chip into his mouth, "You better remember what you said, that other side is just for me."

Fu Shiyan hummed in agreement, no longer teasing her, and chose a comedy to play.

News notifications continuously popped up on his phone, all about An Yan.

The girl laughed heartily in his arms, and upon noticing his serious expression, An Yan pinched his face, "Don’t worry, once An Zaili contacts me again, this matter will be completely over."

At that moment, Mu Qianfan, who was recording a variety show, sat in the makeup room while his assistant Xu Shuo handed him a phone, "Brother Mu, it’s a call from Director Li Cheng of the deserted island survival show."

"Director Li?"

"Teacher Mu, have you seen the news online?"

"Hmm."

"Maybe we should replace An Yan. Otherwise, our variety show may get affected too."

Mu Qianfan lightly laughed, "I believe she hasn’t done those things."

"But her boyfriend, Young Master Bai, hasn’t clarified the matter either, which is incomprehensible."

Mu Qianfan slightly raised the corners of his eyes, "Let’s wait a bit longer."

The other party sighed, "Then I’ll wait a little longer, because of you."

After hanging up, Mu Qianfan sent An Yan a WeChat message.

A notification sound went off, and An Yan licked her finger before picking up her phone. It was a message from Movie King Mu.

: Do you need help?

This sentence alone showed his trust in her.

Given that they weren’t close, especially under such extensive cyberbullying, Mu Qianfan’s willingness to offer help instead of distancing himself warmed An Yan inexplicably.

She replied with thanks and stated that she would handle the matter herself.

Mu Qianfan sent back a smiling face jpg., saying he would wait for her in the variety show crew.

An Yan slightly curled her lips, a gesture that instantly caught a certain man’s attention.

Fu Shiyan gently cupped her chin with his right hand, looking down, "That happy?"

"Not really."

"The word ’happy’ is practically written on your forehead."

An Yan blinked, "It just feels nice to receive care from a stranger."

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "Remember, there’s no love without reason, nor is there hatred without cause. If a man is good to a woman, there must be an agenda."

"So your kindness to me before was also with an ulterior motive?"

Fu Shiyan lowered his head and kissed the girl’s lips, no longer concealing his thoughts, "You’re like a poppy to me, fatally attractive."

He looked at the girl’s face and recalled the night of entanglement on Lemei Island.

He really wanted to ask her who her first time was with.

Although it was somewhat masochistic, he really wanted to know who that irresponsible man was. He was especially eager to kill him.

He was just about to speak when his phone vibrated.

Picking it up, it was Su Bingcheng.

He slightly furrowed his brows and answered.

The voice on the other end was anxious, "Shiyan, Manxi’s hand got burnt accidentally by the caregiver. Can you come to the hospital?"

Fu Shiyan looked at An Yan, after all, it was he who had Han Yang bring in the caregiver. He naturally couldn’t ignore the situation.

"Okay, I’m on my way."

An Yan sat up, "What happened?"

"The caregiver Han Yang found burned Su Manxi’s hand, I’m going to take a look."

An Yan pouted, held his arm, "So, will you not come back tonight again?"

"I’ll try to come back early."

"I admit I’m jealous, but I’m more worried about your staying up late. You didn’t sleep last night, and if you stay up again tonight, even a strong body can’t handle it."

Fu Shiyan pinched her cheek, "Don’t worry, I’ll have Han Yang bring dinner to you later."

"No need, I’ll make something myself. Wait a moment."An Yan jumped off the couch and ran into the walk-in closet, returning with a tube of ointment, the same one she had previously used for Fu Shiyan.

"Take this for her. It’s not that I care about her, but I just don’t want her to be scarred and have you blame yourself," An Yan said.

Fu Shiyan took it, "Wait for me at home."

An Yan nodded, "I’ll wait for you."

After Fu Shiyan left, An Yan nestled on the couch and picked another movie.

Her gaze unfocused, her mind a tangled mess of yarn, thoroughly knotted.

She stood up, walked into the walk-in closet, changed into a tracksuit, donned a cap and mask, and left with a bag in hand.

Hospital.

Before Fu Shiyan even entered the ward, he heard crying, accusations, and apologies coming from inside.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Fu Shiyan walked in.

Su Bingcheng stood with a stern face, hands clasped behind his back.

Ailin, who had been scolding the caregiver, stopped when she saw the man enter.

Su Manxi, with bandages removed from her surgically treated right hand, which was covered in blisters, lay on the hospital bed looking truly disheartening.

Her eyes were swollen, her face pale and haggard, "Shiyan, you’re here."

Fu Shiyan furrowed his brows, "What happened?"

The caregiver kept apologizing, "I’m so sorry, Mr. Fu. I was extremely tired today, probably because I didn’t rest well last night. I accidentally spilled soup on Miss Su’s hand. You can ask for any compensation, but please don’t let me lose my job as a caregiver. If I leave the service company, no other company will hire me."

Fu Shiyan glanced at Han Yang behind him, without any sympathy, "Do what needs to be done."

Nanny Zhang pleaded tearfully.

Su Manxi spoke up, "Let it go, it’s hard for her too. Shiyan, just let her compensate and leave."

Nanny Zhang gratefully paid fifty thousand yuan for medical expenses and then left.

Ailin wiped her tears, "Why is my daughter so unfortunate? Not only did she fracture her bone, but she also got her hand burnt. She won’t be able to hold a pen in the future, and this hand is ruined."

Fu Shiyan’s lips tightened, "I’m very sorry, we didn’t choose the caregiver well."

Han Yang looked down, "I apologize, President Fu. It’s my fault."

Su Bingcheng glared at Ailin, "You should speak less, what do you want Shiyan to think? We asked Shiyan to come mainly because the caregiver was assigned by him. Whether it’s about compensation or firing, his approval is needed, it’s not for him to listen to your complaints."

Su Manxi’s tears wouldn’t stop, "Dad, Mom, stop talking."

Su Bingcheng sighed, "Alright, we won’t talk about it anymore. What do you want to eat? Your mom and I will buy something."

Su Manxi shook her head, "I don’t want to eat anything. You go eat, you’ve been taking care of me all day."

Fu Shiyan glanced at Han Yang, "Take uncle and aunt to have dinner."

Han Yang, "Yes."

After the three left, only Fu Shiyan and Su Manxi were left in the ward.

Su Manxi looked at her hand, sobbing, "I thought that a metacarpal fracture, after recovery, wouldn’t affect my life too much. But now I’m so worried about scarring. Shiyan, do you think I will scar?"

Fu Shiyan, remembering the ointment An Yan had given him, took it out, found a cotton swab, and sat down beside the hospital bed, "This ointment is very effective, it won’t leave a scar."

He dipped the cotton swab in the ointment and gently applied it to the burnt area.

Su Manxi watched the man attentively applying the ointment for her. What was the pain in her hand compared to this?

She noticed a shadow at the small window on the door of the hospital room, a flicker passed through her eyes.

She leaned forward, tilting her head slightly.

An Yan stood at the door, and what she saw was the image of the two "kissing"...