Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 96: Other than you, the only thing that can keep me in bed is my period.

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Other than you, the only thing that can keep me in bed is my period.

Fu Haichuan was instantly at a loss for words after being bombarded with criticism, and he went upstairs clutching his dragon-head walking stick.

Fu Jinqiao gave Fu Shiyan a provocative look, "How are you going to reward me?"

Fu Shiyan looked indifferent, "You’ve already promised my girlfriend to someone else, what reward!"

Zhou Yi sighed gently, stood up, "Shiyan, your dad’s getting senile. The Fu Family doesn’t need you to find a well-matched partner, as long as you like her, that’s enough."

Fu Shiyan felt comfortable inside, "I know."

Zhou Yi waved her hand, "Go do what you need to, I’m tired and going to sleep. Jinqiao, come and accompany grandma upstairs."

Fu Jinqiao responded, "Coming."

Fu Shiyan slightly curved his lips, his visit back home hadn’t spoiled his mood after all.

He looked at the time; it was nearly nine o’clock already, so he strode away.

An Yan walked out of the bathroom and sat at the dressing table, drying her hair.

A clicking sound came from the doorway. She put down the hairdryer, walked out of the room, and saw the man walking briskly towards her.

As he came closer, he scooped her up into his arms.

An Yan felt the warm breath on her neck, a bit ticklish, "What’s up?"

"Nothing."

"Don’t tell me your ’old baby’ is demanding marriage?"

Fu Shiyan steadied her by the shoulders and created some distance, looking at her intensely, "Someone captured our photo at the supermarket and sent it to the old man."

"We were both heavily disguised and we still got discovered, which means this person must be familiar with us," analyzed An Yan, "Where’s the photo? Let me have a look."

Fu Shiyan took it out of his pocket, An Yan grabbed it and turned to go back into the room, took a photo of it with her phone, and sent it to Bi Chong, asking him to check for the photographer based on the angle and approximate time.

Very soon, Bi Chong sent back a surveillance photo of the man from the supermarket.

Fu Chenyu!

Fu Shiyan hadn’t expected his own nephew to be the one shooting arrows in the dark; his expression grew exceedingly grim.

It seemed that Fu Chenyu was holding a grudge against him; he was silent for a long while.

Bi Chong also brought another piece of news: An Yirou was confined by Fu Chenyu in a villa in Jiangcheng’s Western Suburbs, and most importantly, An Yirou had not had a miscarriage.

An Yan didn’t quite understand Fu Chenyu’s actions, but this scumbag to the bone wasn’t likely someone who would raise someone else’s child.

This might be a form of retaliation.

An Yirou was not innocent either; she asked for all of it.

An Yan shook the man’s hand, "What are you thinking about?"

"Just a bit disappointed," said Fu Shiyan in a subdued voice.

An Yan understood Fu Shiyan’s feelings of loss and disappointment, having experienced betrayal and abandonment by her own family.

She changed the subject, "So they wanted you to go back tonight to confront you about the issue?"

"Mhm, I actually wanted to acknowledge our relationship, but Jinqiao said she was there as well and defused the situation. However, I didn’t expect that my mom still seemed a bit disappointed; she really likes you."

"Likes me?"

"Who told our Yanyan to have taken a spot in their heart?"

"So now the only barrier between us is just the ’old baby’?"

Whenever Fu Shiyan heard the term ’old baby’ he wanted to laugh, but this ’old baby’ wasn’t cute at all.

"There’s no barrier. He has no right to interfere in who I’m with," Fu Shiyan chuckled, "Have you eaten tonight?"

"Not yet, I was waiting for you to come back. What do you feel like eating?"

"Go for barbecue?"

An Yan’s eyes lit up, "Sure! But I’ll regret it after; we’ll be smelling like barbecue."

Fu Shiyan grinned, "Doesn’t matter, we can take a bath together when we return."

"You’re bad!" An Yan laughed and ran to the cloakroom to change into a grey T-shirt and denim shorts, pairing them with a pair of white shoes.

Fu Shiyan also put on a set of light grey casual wear; standing together, they looked like they were wearing couple outfits.

There’s a night market near Jiang University, which isn’t far, so Fu Shiyan and An Yan, donning caps and masks, walked hand in hand to the market.

The night market had many famous snacks that tasted good, attracting not only students from Jiang University but also many influencers coming to check in.

They kept a low profile; however, they still caught quite a few glances due to their striking appearance.

They lowered their caps and picked a very popular barbecue stall in the market, buying some skewers to take back with them.

While waiting, An Yan spotted a stall selling fried ice fruit not far away.

Fu Shiyan followed her gaze, "Want some?"

"A little."

"Then let’s get one; we can share. I don’t want you to get a stomachache."

An Yan nodded vigorously, "Okay, I’ll have less and you have more."

Fu Shiyan lifted his hand to rub her little head and took her to a stall, where they picked a stir-fried ice fruit mixed with pineapple, peach, and strawberries.

Meanwhile, the skewers were ready.

The two grabbed their spoils and quickly made their way toward Bishui Bay.

As An Yan walked, she ate, "This is just too amazing..."

She didn’t finish her last word when she suddenly gasped in shock and stopped moving.

"What’s wrong?" asked Fu Shiyan.

An Yan felt a bit awkward, "My period has arrived, and now I’m afraid to move."

Fu Shiyan looked at the girl’s long legs pressed tightly together, her face red as a cooked shrimp, and chuckled softly.

"Stop laughing!"

Seeing the girl getting somewhat annoyed, he took off his T-shirt and put it on An Yan, then scooped her up and strode forward.

An Yan held the stir-fried ice fruit in one hand and the bag of skewers in the other, her eyes blinking, "Could you walk a bit faster?"

"Why?"

"I see a lot of girls looking at you on the road, and I don’t want my man to be coveted by others."

"Hmm." Fu Shiyan looked at her, "Are you ready then?"

"For what?"

"To fly!"

Fu Shiyan ran with her in his arms all the way to the elevator.

An Yan looked at the man, his body covered in a light sweat, filled with strong pheromones, exuding desire that made it hard not to entertain wild thoughts.

Many not-child-friendly scenes flashed through her mind, causing her cheeks to turn bright red.

"What are you thinking?" Fu Shiyan, seeing her lovestruck expression, asked with a smile.

"Nothing."

"Hmm, at most, you were thinking of some adult fantasies."

Caught off-guard, An Yan got annoyed and hopped down just as the elevator doors opened, rushing out quickly.

After entering the door with the security code, An Yan put the bags on the coffee table and dived into the closet searching for sanitary pads, to her dismay, she couldn’t find any.

An Yan huddled into the restroom like a quail, not coming out for a long while.

Fu Shiyan knocked on the door, "Yanyan, what’s wrong?"

"That... I ran out of sanitary pads."

Fu Shiyan could imagine her current embarrassment, "You wait for me, I’ll go buy some for you right now."

"Oh." An Yan rested her elbows on her knees and covered her face with her hands, "This is so embarrassing."

Yet, in less than ten minutes, Fu Shiyan stood at the bathroom door with a big bag.

"Daily use, nighttime, ultra-thin, extra-long, and even sleep pants—which one do you want?"

An Yan pursed her lips, "Just throw it over, I’ll pick myself."

Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "Do you need me to help you put it on?"

That was just too much!

An Yan ground her teeth fiercely, like a little leopard.

Fu Shiyan didn’t keep teasing her and laughed as he placed the bag by her feet, "Come out quickly, we’re waiting to eat the skewers together. It’s just a pity, you can’t eat the stir-fried ice fruit now."

An Yan: "..."

After a while, An Yan came out of the bathroom timidly, changed into pajama pants and sat beside the man.

She watched Fu Shiyan happily enjoying the stir-fried ice fruit and swallowed hard.

"Want some?"

An Yan blinked her eyes, seeing the playful smile on the man’s face; she felt a whiff of a scheme surrounding her, yet she couldn’t resist the temptation.

"I want some."

"Not giving."

An Yan: "..."

However, An Yan managed to snatch several bites later on, a look of satisfaction on her face, but the price was heavy—her stomach hurt so much that night that she rolled around in pain.

Fu Shiyan made her some Ginger Red Sugar Water, which finally brought some relief.

On a perfectly good weekend, An Yan spent two days in bed, doing nothing.

Holding Fu Shiyan’s hand, she said earnestly, "Apart from you, only my period can keep me in bed."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

Before they knew it, Monday came.

An Yan didn’t have classes today, and after Fu Shiyan went to the office, she drove to the hospital.