Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 90: Be good, I’ll give it to you when we get home.

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Be good, I’ll give it to you when we get home.

After the two descended the mountain, An Yan opened the trunk of the car, and Fu Shiyan put the travel bags inside.

He took the car keys from An Yan’s hand, opened the passenger door, "This beautiful lady, please get in the car."

An Yan raised her eyebrows, "Are you sharing a car with me?"

Fu Shiyan curved his lips, obviously indicating yes, "Later, I’ll have someone pick up my car."

An Yan got in, and Fu Shiyan closed the car door, then walked around the front of the car to get into the driver’s seat.

He leaned over, and An Yan instinctively closed her eyes.

But the man’s kiss was delayed, and An Yan opened one eye to see the man’s teasing smile.

She huffed, lightly pounding his chest, "Why are you like this?"

"Like what? You should teach me—how should I be?"

An Yan bit her lip, "How can you be so bad?"

Fu Shiyan lifted her chin with his fingertip, "You could never imagine how bad a man can be."

His cool lips touched hers, lingering for a while, "Good girl, I’ll give you more when we get home."

"I don’t want it at all!"

An Yan felt her face burning up, and Fu Shiyan laughed as he helped her fasten the seatbelt, then his own.

The car shot off like an arrow released from a bow, and what was usually a ninety-minute drive took only fifty minutes to reach Bishui Bay.

Fu Shiyan was quite shocked by the car’s performance, "Yanyan, you truly are a genius."

A small smile playing on her lips, An Yan said, "If you like it, I could mod yours too when I’m free."

"Okay."

The two parked the car in the underground garage and went upstairs.

An Yan yawned, "It’s five thirty now, do you want to sleep a bit more?"

Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around her, chuckling softly, "Baby, is that an invitation?"

Exasperated, An Yan glared at him, "No, it’s not! I’m really sleepy."

"Then how about I do absolutely nothing and just quietly sleep for a bit?"

An Yan gave him a reproachful look; she found that Fu Shiyan was quite ’dog-like’, always flying off with flirtatious remarks.

Fu Shiyan bent down to lift her in a bridal carry into the room, gently placed her on the bed, removed her slippers and clothes, changed her into sleepwear, and after changing himself, laid down beside her to hold her, "Let’s sleep for a bit."

When An Yan woke up, the temperature on her side of the bed had cooled, suggesting that Fu Shiyan had already left for the office.

She stretched languidly, got up to wash up in the bathroom, and then smelled the scent of food when she came out of her room.

Through the glass, An Yan saw Fu Shiyan bustling in the kitchen wearing an apron.

She walked in and wrapped her arms around him from behind, "What delicious thing are you making?"

"Soft-boiled eggs, I’ve finally found some tricks," smiled Fu Shiyan as he looked back at her.

An Yana clicked her tongue, "You look quite good in an apron."

"You like it?"

"Mhm."

"Then I will cook for you from now on."

"Ayan, you’re so nice."

Fu Shiyan raised his hand to pinch her little head, "Willing to call me Ayan now?"

"If you want to hear me call you ’Younger Uncle,’ it’s not impossible either."

Fu Shiyan laughed, "I’ll listen to it tonight."

An Yan huffed, "Aren’t you going to work today?"

"After I finish making breakfast. There’s an important international meeting in the morning and another in the afternoon," Fu Shiyan explained as he plated the eggs from the frying pan, "Should I pick you up for lunch at the office?"

An Yan pondered for a moment, "I’ll just order something at noon. Old Master Bai wanted me to repair a painting; I plan to finish it as quickly as possible."

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Then let’s have dinner together in the evening, what would you like to eat?"

"Dumplings with mushroom, carrot, and pork filling?"

"Alright, I’ll pick you up, and we can go to the supermarket together."

"Sure."

The eggs Fu Shiyan made were quite a success, and An Yan ate two.

The press conference led to An Yan being cyberbullied, making it impossible for her to go to school, so after sending Fu Shiyan off, An Yan stayed home to focus on her painting.

She was so engrossed that she even forgot to eat lunch.

It wasn’t until four forty in the afternoon that Fu Shiyan called.

She changed into sportswear, put on a mask and a baseball cap, and left the house.

She opened the passenger door and sat in.

"All geared up like this?"

An Yan nodded, "After all, I ended up at the police station twice yesterday alone; I don’t want to go back today."

Fu Shiyan laughed, "You’ve been to the station quite a few times. Let me think, you’ll probably end up there a few more times."

An Yan glared at him, "Doggie Fu can’t spit out ivory."

Fu Shiyan smiled meaningfully, "You can’t stand it if I don’t shave; if I grew tusks, wouldn’t you cry?"

An Yan: "..."

Before going into the supermarket, An Yan put a mask on Fu Shiyan as well.

The two walked in one after the other, with Fu Shiyan pushing a shopping cart.

An Yan bought dumpling wrappers, pork filling, shiitake mushrooms, and carrots, and also picked up two big boxes of ice cream on the way.

Fu Shiyan frowned as he watched, "Your period is coming, you shouldn’t eat like this."

He took one box and put it back in the freezer.

An Yan swallowed hard; she decided to come buy some more when Fu Shiyan was at work.

As if guessing her thoughts, Fu Shiyan said with a laugh, "If I catch you sneaking a purchase once, I guarantee you won’t get out of bed for three days."

An Yan: "..."

After picking up some daily necessities and snacks, they paid and left.

However, the intimate backs of the two were captured by a cellphone.

"Young Master Fu, what are you looking at?" The woman craned her neck and leaned in closer.

Fu Chenyu pushed her aside and let out a light chuckle.

No wonder, no matter how much he yearned for An Yan, she wouldn’t give him a glance. It turned out she was in bed with his uncle instead.

So the relationship between An Yan and Bai Qinghan was just a front; the one she was truly with was his uncle.

If Old Master Bai found out about this, how could he tolerate An Yan?

He ground his teeth; if he couldn’t have something, neither could anyone else!

Meanwhile, An Yan and Fu Shiyan returned home and wrapped dumplings together.

Watching the man meticulously press each pleat, An Yan couldn’t help but laugh, "Are you embroidering?’

"You paint, I embroider; aren’t we a perfect match?"

An Yan smiled warmly; she relished this moment’s coziness.

"You start boiling the water; I’ll wrap the rest."

Fu Shiyan agreed, leaned in and clicked his tongue, "Just look at that, your little face is all dirty. Let me wipe it off for you." With that, he wiped her face and left with a smile.

It wasn’t until she finished wrapping the dumplings that An Yan realized, and she ran into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she saw several streaks of white flour on her face.

After washing her hands, she ran into the kitchen and flicked water droplets at the man’s face.

Fu Shiyan laughed, "Are you satisfied with my masterpiece?"

"You just like to pick on me."

"Yeah, I just can’t resist bullying you when you look so cute, as long as I have a bit of strength."

An Yan: "..."

Once the dumplings were ready, the two carried their plates into the dining room.

An Yan had just picked up her chopsticks when the phone on the table began to vibrate.

Seeing the unfamiliar string of numbers, she guessed the caller’s identity.

She didn’t answer; shortly after, a different number called.

She clicked her tongue, "They really are persistent."

She answered, and An Zaili’s voice came through, "An Yan, can you come to the hospital to see your sister?"