Chapter 15 Don't be afraid, Younger Uncle is here

The next evening at 8 PM.

"I'll have a chocolate cone," An Yan said as she handed over the card An Zaili gave her, spending the last fifty yuan on it.

She sat in the ice cream shop near the window, glanced at the towering Fu Corporation Mansion, took a photo with her phone of her hand holding the ice cream, and added the caption: Wondering what the person I'm about to have a blind date with will be like?

She clicked 'send' to post it to her Moments.

Of course, she had set the privacy so that only one person could see it.

Chocolate may be bitter, but compared to the hardships she had endured over the years, it tasted sweet.

She licked her lips contentedly and wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

The buzz of her phone vibrating on the table drew An Yan's attention—it was An Zaili.

She answered, "What's up?"

"Don't be late and leave a bad impression on Young Master Li. Go along with what he says, don't act up..."

An Yan hung up and scoffed loudly.

Go along with him?

What kind of father was this?

He was practically a pimp!

It was as if he couldn't wait to throw her directly into Li Rongwei's bed.

She checked WeChat and didn't receive the concerned inquiry she was waiting for from the man.

She was betting, betting that Fu Shiyan would still care about her.

Fifteen minutes later, An Yan let out a sigh and left the ice cream shop to take a taxi to the agreed-upon Charm Color Bar.

Sitting in the taxi, she looked at the bustling street scene outside the window and felt the irony.

Nicely put, it's a blind date, but who goes on a blind date in such a debauched place?

If it weren't for creating an opportunity to interact with Fu Shiyan, she wouldn't have allowed the An Family to arrange for her to come to this kind of place to see disgusting faces.

Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of the bar.

An Yan scanned the code to pay, just as she was about to open the door to get out, she heard the driver's advice.

"Young lady, there are no good people in places like this. Go home early, and don't drink too much!"

The concern from a stranger warmed An Yan's heart, and she smiled, "Thank you, I'll take care of myself."

After getting out of the car, An Yan received another vibration from her phone.

She glanced at it, it was a message from An Zaili, asking if she had arrived at the location.

She didn't reply and set her phone to silent mode before walking in.

Walking through a dimly lit corridor, crowded with passionately kissing couples, she stood at the entrance to the dance floor. In contrast to the wild and bold atmosphere around her, her quiet and pure demeanor seemed out of place.

She looked around for Li Rongwei and spotted her blind date up at the balcony rail, with a man who was currently kissing a scantily-clad hot girl.

She narrowed her eyes and started climbing the stairs...

Meanwhile, in the Fu Corporation Mansion's conference room.

Fu Shiyan sat at the head of the table, lips pursed tightly, his angular face showing displeasure.

He glanced at his watch—it was already 7 PM.

It had been half an hour since he saw that Moments post.

He tapped on the girl's profile picture and sent a message: Where are you?

Less than a minute after sending the message, it felt to him like an eternity had passed.

He rubbed his forehead and stood up, striding out of the conference room with long steps.

Han Yang quickly followed suit.

The attendees in the meeting room did not understand the reason, but they could all see that the president was not pleased, very much displeased.

Standing in front of the large screen, the car series design director felt at a loss, not knowing what he had said wrong to anger the president so much.

Everyone cast sympathetic glances his way: You're done for.

Director: I'm done for!

Inside the private elevator.

Fu Shiyan was emanating an aura of low pressure, making Han Yang too nervous to even breathe heavily.

"Where did she and Li Rongwei go for their blind date?"

Han Yang immediately realized 'she' referred to An Yan.

He replied, "I will check right away."

As the car exited the underground parking garage, Han Yang received a reply from his subordinate, saying An Yan and Li Rongwei were currently at Charm Color Bar.

The phone screen lit up, illuminating the man's deep and perfect contours, he pulled up An Yan's name and dialed the number.

The phone was answered, but no one picked up.

The usually composed Fu Shiyan felt very uneasy, his handsome face partly hidden in shadows and neon lights, enigmatic and hard to read.

His shiny leather shoes kicked the back of the car seat, "Drive faster!"

Han Yang's mouth twitched, he was already doing his best within the city limits.

Inside the bar's second-floor booth.

An Yan looked at the man opposite her with trendy red hair and slammed the dice cup onto the table, "Guess!"

Li Rongwei scratched his head in frustration, "Nine points!"

An Yan smirked, lifting the cup, "Sorry, three ones, three points. That's your turn, Young Master Li!"

"Damn it, that's just freaky! I've already had fourteen or fifteen drinks!" Li Rongwei picked up a cocktail and gulped it down, "Again! I refuse to believe this!"

An Yan saw that the little red dot on her wristwatch screen had reached its destination. She dropped a rice-sized white pill into the glass in front of her and then downed it in one gulp.

Putting down her glass, she said, "Young Master Li, I'm afraid I can't keep you company anymore."

As she stood to leave, Li Rongwei, his eyes red, grabbed her arm, "No, you have to stay with me tonight! I am the God of Gamblers, yet tonight, I haven't won a single hand!"

An Yan tried to pull away, but he held onto her firmly and wouldn't let go.

For a moment, she thought about decking him with a punch, but she couldn't; she had to maintain her delicate image, she couldn't break her persona!

In the midst of the scuffle, An Yan's seized arm suddenly broke free, and she fell into a broad and warm chest, a faint and cool fragrance filled her nostrils.

Looking up at the man, her eyes filled with joy and emotion, "Younger Uncle."

Fu Shiyan wrapped one arm around her and looked at Li Rongwei, "My niece has had too much to drink, I'm taking her away."

Li Rongwei laughed heartily, "And who are you exactly!"

People around quickly stepped forward to support the man who was clearly very drunk, "Stop talking, that's Fu Shiyan!"

"Exactly, he's not someone we can afford to offend."

"Young Master Li, let's go."

Protests rose from around them, but Li Rongwei violently shook off the people trying to help him, "All of you, get lost! Who is Fu Shiyan? Today I'll slay gods if they stand in my way, and Buddha if he dares to confront me!"

He picked up a bottle and smashed it on the marble tabletop. With the sound of shattering glass, he raised the jagged edge of the bottle toward Fu Shiyan, "This woman is mine. If you dare to take her away, I'll kill you!"

A fighting fury started to swirl in An Yan's eyes, her fingers tightening around the fabric of Fu Shiyan's shirt.

Fu Shiyan thought An Yan was frightened and patted her back gently, "Don't be afraid, your younger uncle is here."

He pulled the woman into his arms, stepping behind her as his dark eyes filled with frost. He said coldly to Li Rongwei, "You try it."

Numbed by alcohol and having lost all reason, Li Rongwei lunged with the bottle at Fu Shiyan.