An Yan looked at the underwear draped over the man’s arm, her face turning beet red. She snatched the clothes and leaped out of bed, rushing into the washroom—after all, she couldn’t manage to change her clothes in front of a man without batting an eyelid.
After changing, she ca out from inside.
Fu Shiyan handed her a pair of flats, "Put these on, we’re going to the first-floor dining room for breakfast."
An Yan put on the shoes. "Younger Uncle, what do you plan to do with An Yirou?"
Fu Shiyan’s eyes gradually cooled, but he still said, "What do you think we should do?"
An Yan understood his aning; after all, An Yirou was a mber of the An Family, and even though there was no blood relation, she was still nominally her younger sister.
He was considering her feelings, respecting her opinion.
An Yan took his hand, "Younger Uncle doesn’t need to consider my feelings, after all, what she did to you is unforgivable. And I have no more affection for the An Family."
Fu Shiyan gently stroked her cheek, "I’ll listen to you."
"People say Fu Shiyan doesn’t listen to anyone’s opinion," she teased, "how co you’re bending to mine?"
Fu Shiyan chuckled, "I only bend to you."
Listening to the man’s sweet nothings, An Yan’s heart skipped a beat.
"Bending to you isn’t just about submitting," he said.
An Yan blinked, "What else is it for?"
"To kiss you."
An Yan playfully punched his chest, "How are you so good with words?"
With a laugh, Fu Shiyan took her hand and walked her to the door, just as he opened it, An Yan pulled her hand back.
He turned to ask, "What’s wrong?"
An Yan coughed lightly, "Although your wish to go public is a sign of respect and recognition for , I feel it’s better not to let others know about our relationship for now. I’m worried your parents may not agree, especially since I was previously engaged to Fu Chenyu."
Fu Shiyan didn’t want to dean An Yan, didn’t want her to be without status by his side, but her words reminded him—his parents strongly opposed his closeness with An Yan, let alone an intimate relationship.
In their eyes, their being together would be considered incestuous.
Fu Shiyan raised his hand and rubbed her temple, "Then we won’t go public for now. I’ll try to gauge their attitudes."
An Yan nodded, "Okay. You go out first, I’ll co out if there’s no one around."
Fu Shiyan gave a wry smile, knowing they could be together in the open, yet now it seed like they were sneaking around.
No one was in the corridor, so they walked out one after the other and took separate elevators down to the dining room.
Su Yue imdiately got up and hurried over when she saw An Yan arrive, eyeing her up and down, "Feeling good?"
An Yan was speechless, "You and Si Heng should give it a try, then you’d know."
"You know very well that what’s between him and is fake," Su Yue gave her a aningful look, "How co Fu Chenyu is back with An Yirou? He dumped her so dominantly yesterday, and yet they’ve reconciled today."
An Yan followed her gaze and saw An Yirou virtuously spoon-feeding Fu Chenyu egg custard.
Even though An Yirou was wearing makeup, it was still evident her cheeks were swollen, and she was dressed in long sleeves and pants, wanting to wrap herself up like a dumpling—as if she had taken a severe beating.
An Yan imagined a few scenarios and laughed, "Maybe so leverage has been taken hold of."
Su Yue’s eyes darted about, "Could it be that An Yirou caught them in the act?"
An Yan didn’t respond, leaving Su Yue with space for imagination.
She noticed Fu Chenyu staring at her, so she turned and took a seat at the table, showing him only the cold back of her head.
As An Yan ate her sandwich, she said lightly, "I guess they will be married soon."
Su Yue sat across from her, "Marriage? Wasn’t it an engagent?"
An Yan scoffed lightly, "How could An Yirou let go of this opportunity so easily?"
She glanced at President Fu Shiyan at another table, and clearly, he had anticipated sothing.
In any case, if Fu Chenyu reconciled with An Yirou, then President Fu Shiyan would be unable to deal with An Yirou, after all, no matter what, he wouldn’t fail to give Fu Chenyu face.
You have to say, An Yirou choosing Fu Chenyu as her protector was the smartest choice.
However, although President Fu Shiyan didn’t take action against An Yirou, the An Family’s company started experiencing turbulence once he returned.
The An Corporation’s stocks hit the limit down for three consecutive days, and An Zaili had no idea whom he had offended in the business world, so he went to seek help from President Fu Shiyan.
"President Fu, look, Chenyu and Yirou are getting married at the end of the month, could you please help ? I still don’t know whom I’ve offended, and with us losing a billion a day, the An Family can’t hold on!"
President Fu Shiyan stirred his coffee with a small spoon, "President An, I’m afraid I’m helpless as well."
"You’re influential, just calling a press conference to announce that the Fu Family and An Corporation are entering into a marriage alliance at the end of the month would make things smooth for An Corporation in the business world." An Zaili pleaded with a look of flattery.
Logically speaking, there were less than ten days left until the wedding day of Fu Chenyu and An Yirou, but the Fu Family had yet to call a press conference, which was making An Zaili very anxious.
He knew the Fu Family had no affection for An Yirou, but to this point, with the rice already turned to cooked rice, the Fu Family still expressing no stance was a slight they dared not bla, but the An Family hadn’t even received the agreed-upon dowry of five hundred million from the Fu Family, which made it hard for him to keep his patience.
President Fu Shiyan smiled faintly, "I don’t have that much influence. As for when to call a press conference and whether to hold one at all, that’s up to the old man."
An Zaili wanted to kneel before him; everyone knew that President Fu Shiyan was the one in charge of the Fu Family.
His eyes darting around, he thought of how well President Fu Shiyan seed to treat An Yan, "President Fu, even if you don’t take care of , could you please have pity on An Yan?"
President Fu Shiyan continued to stir his spoon quietly, listening as An Zaili went on.
"An Yan owns 25% of An Corporation’s shares. If they keep falling like this, her assets will shrink too. An Yan has lived abroad for a long ti and doesn’t get along with us. I’m worried that she will be bullied, so I transferred 25% of the company shares to her. Even if you don’t look at the monk, you should look at the Buddha’s face. An Yan isn’t asking you, but that doesn’t an she doesn’t have thoughts about it, right?"
President Fu Shiyan took a sip of coffee, "As far as I know, An Yan got her shares back through a lawyer."
An Zaili’s mouth twitched, "An Yan is a stubborn child; I kept the shares for her for fear she would sell them for money or sothing."
President Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, "The An Corporation is about to decline; selling shares might not be a bad option."
An Zaili: "..."
President Fu Shiyan set the coffee cup on the table, "You should head back first."
An Zaili’s eyes lit up; this signified President Fu Shiyan was relenting.
He stood up and bowed respectfully, "Then I will have to trouble President Fu."
President Fu Shiyan picked up his phone and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, then dialed An Yan’s number.
"What are you doing?"
An Yan answered with a laugh, "Doing what lovers do."
President Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes and tugged at his tie, "How can you do it without there?"
"What are you thinking? I’m making a cake. Have you co back yet?"
President Fu Shiyan humd in response, "Got to the office an hour ago to sort out so docunts, I’ll look for you tonight. What do you want to eat? I’ll take you there."
"Let cook for you, what do you like to eat?"
"Whatever you cook, I’ll like it."
"Then I’ll just cook sothing to my own taste."
"Okay."
At that mont, there was a knock on the door.
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