Fu Shiyan stood up, carrying a hint of anger, "I’m going to the study to deal with so docunts."
An Yan stood up and hugged the man’s narrow waist from behind, cooing, "Are you angry?"
She moved to face the man, tilting her little face to look at him, "Even when Ayan is angry, he looks so handso. What should I do? I’m a Yan dog, I love it so much!"
"Your cajoling won’t work, I’m still very angry."
"Really?"
"Really."
An Yan dropped her hands, shrugged her shoulders, "Alright then, I won’t coax you, since you’re angry no matter what."
Seeing the girl about to leave, Fu Shiyan wrapped his arm around her waist, "When we first started, you didn’t treat this way. How co now that you’ve got , you don’t cherish anymore? You really are a little tramp!"
An Yan laughed and wrapped her hands around the man’s neck, "Why be angry? You’re turning into a petty man. Have the lines on this face beco more nurous?"
"Wrinkles? Where?"
An Yan pressed down his head and, standing on tiptoes, kissed his thin lips, "Just that your lip lines have beco more nurous and deeper."
Fu Shiyan laughed out loud, "The road I’ve walked the most is your trickery. If you want to kiss , just say so, why beat around the bush?"
An Yan was slightly stunned; she just intended to coax this petty man. How did it beco about her wanting to kiss him?
Before she could explain, the man’s fervent kisses descended upon her densely, pressing her onto the couch for a deep kiss, his hands sliding under the hem of her clothes, setting fires everywhere.
After a while, Fu Shiyan looked down at her, "I don’t like you getting too close with Mu Qianfan. Everyone in the Mu Family looks like a seductive demon."
An Yan laughed loudly, "You think you don’t look like a demon?"
Her fingertips traced the man’s handso and exquisite features, each part was unbelievably perfect, "You are the most handso man I have ever seen; there is no one else."
"But I’m afraid you’ll get tired of , what if you have enough of ?"
"Never, I will never have enough of you." An Yan’s smiling eyes curved, and seeing the man’s eyes grow deeper, she pushed him lightly, "Stop it, I’m going to restore Old Master Bai’s ’Life Sketch of Butterflies,’ aiming to finish it within a week."
Fu Shiyan chuckled. He knew she was exhausted from last night’s activities. And she had even thrown a small tantrum.
"Then I’ll read in the study while you restore the painting?"
"Okay."
They both entered the study, Fu Shiyan sat at the computer dealing with docunts, while An Yan sat opposite spreading out the painting and carefully restoring it.
From ti to ti, Fu Shiyan glanced at the girl across from him; his eyes shone with light.
The broken wings of the butterflies were completely restored under An Yan’s magical brush, even the fine antennae were vividly detailed.
A glint of amazent flashed through Fu Shiyan’s eyes. He picked up his phone and snapped a photo of the butterflies to send to Zhou Yi.
Upon receiving the ssage, Zhou Yi opened the picture and couldn’t help but admire, "Such beautiful butterflies!"
Fu Haichuan leaned over, "Indeed, it does resemble Zhao Chang’s work."
Zhou Yi inquired from Fu Shiyan who drew it.
Fu Shiyan promptly replied that it was An Yan and said she was helping Old Master Bai restore the ’Life Sketch of Butterflies.’
Zhou Yi pointed to the picture, "This was restored by An Yan; rember, at my birthday banquet, An Yan appraised antiques. She is really sothing special."
Fu Haichuan glanced sidelong again, "The painting is not all that great."
Zhou Yi huffed, "You just said the painting was good, and now you’ve changed your tune. You are just narrow-minded, refusing to admit soone else’s excellence."
Fu Haichuan curled his lip, "She’s just a country bumpkin who by chance appraised an antique and restored a painting, that’s all. If she’s outstanding, I’ll take my head off and kick it around like a ball for her."
Zhou Yi looked at him, "What did you say? Say it again."
Fu Haichuan repeated it once more.
Zhou Yi shook her phone, "I’ve recorded it. When An Yan becos famous far and wide one day, you better keep your promise and hand over your head for her to kick."
Fu Haichuan: "..."
At this point, An Yan saw that it was already four o’clock. She put down her paintbrush, tidied up, walked around the table, and sat on the armrest of the large boss chair. She removed the silver-frad radiation-proof glasses perched on the man’s nose.
"Tired?" she gently massaged his temples.
"Not bad," Fu Shiyan enjoyed it with his eyes closed, "Press harder, mmm, that feels comfortable."
"Like this?"
"Too hard, you can be gentler. Mmm, Yanyan does it so well, we can continue this evening."
An Yan, hearing his words, blushed and her heart raced, as various not-suitable-for-children images popped into her mind.
She hopped down from the armrest, "It’s almost ti, we should get ready to go."
Fu Shiyan scooped her into his lap, "In a hurry?"
"Jealous again? It’s not polite to be late on our first visit. Besides, I’m not going to see Brother Mu, I’m mainly going to see Mrs. Mu. It’s not nice to go empty-handed, let’s leave early to buy so nourishing gifts."
"You think of everything," he patted the girl’s behind, "Go change your clothes first."
The two entered the walk-in closet, and Fu Shiyan changed into a custom-made deep blue suit.
He picked out a pure white knee-length puff sleeve AY dress for An Yan, along with a pair of white vintage flat shoes.
"Shall I help you change?" Fu Shiyan arched an eyebrow.
"No way!"
He clicked his tongue lightly, "There isn’t a spot on your body I haven’t seen."
An Yan huffed, "If you help change, we might not need to go out at all."
Fu Shiyan smiled contentedly, "Then hurry up and change, I’m a bit anxious."
An Yan quickly shut the door and changed with haste, fearing the man might barge in unexpectedly, which wasn’t a first.
She glanced at the dressing mirror beside her, as if her tiny palm print was still there.
Annoyed with herself, she stamped her foot and walked out quickly.
She was promptly scooped into the man’s arms as she left the walk-in closet.
"What’s wrong, recalling sothing?"
"No!"
"Then why is your little face so flushed?"
An Yan, irritated, thumped the man’s chest, "You’re not allowed to talk."
"I’m sorry, my little treasure."
Fu Shiyan laughed and ushered her out the door, wrapping his arm around her waist.
They took the elevator down to the underground garage, where Han Yang was waiting.
Upon seeing them, he greeted them respectfully, then opened the trunk of the car and moved several expensive nutritional gifts into the trunk of Fu Shiyan’s Cullinan.
An Yan glanced over, and these were easily worth nearly a million.
Fu Shiyan laughed, "We can’t lose face."
An hour later, they arrived at the Mu Family manor.
Standing at the entryway of the mansion, a silver-haired man, with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette slanted in his mouth, the smoke partially obscured his face, which was still discernibly handso.
As Fu Shiyan said, all the Mu Family mbers had devilishly beautiful faces.
After stepping out of the car, Fu Shiyan opened the passenger-side door, and An Yan got out.
The man adjusted his tousled fringe and walked over with a rogue’s grin, "Hey, I’m Mu Shaoze."
Fu Shiyan nodded slightly and took the nutritional gifts out of the trunk, holding three boxes in each hand.
Mu Shaoze arched an eyebrow at An Yan, "So you’re An Yan?"
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