Chapter 874 Did you bite me again?

"If it's business, have her talk to you directly."

Chu Xing hesitated, "She doesn't seem to want to talk to you about business."

“If it’s not business, then there’s absolutely no need to meet.” Fu Nian’an said coldly. “Although Yangyang and I can’t announce our marriage yet, it’s a fact that I’m married. If necessary, you can tell President Gong directly that I’m married.”

Chu Xing nodded. "I understand."

"Have you prepared everything I asked you to?"

"Everything is ready, it's in the car," Chu Xing said. "As you wished, everyone in the family has been prepared, all in the name of the young mistress."

Fu Nian'an responded indifferently.

...

Le Yan changed into the dress that Fu Nian'an had prepared for her. It was a custom-made dress from a high-end brand, a sleeveless, knee-length, flared skirt in a light pink color. The style was simple and casual, but the price was astonishing!

Her skin was very fair, and the light pink color she wore made her look even more delicate and serene.

Over the years, Le Yan's style in the entertainment industry has been almost always glamorous and eye-catching. This is mainly because stylists believe that her stunning beauty can handle those bright and vibrant looks. However, they don't realize that the simpler and softer the color scheme, the more perfectly it can showcase Le Yan's most beautiful side.

At that moment, Le Yan looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but lift her skirt and twirl around.

A smile appeared on his lips.

She likes herself this way.

Fu Nian'an always understood her so well, always knew what was most suitable for her, and knew best what was the most authentic version of her.

However, one cannot be too casual when going out to meet elders.

Le Yan still put on some light makeup to make her still somewhat pale face look more energetic.

Just as I was about to apply lipstick, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Yangyang, are you alright?"

A deep male voice came from outside the door. Le Yan raised her voice, "I'm almost done, I'll just put on some lipstick and come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door opened.

Fu Nian'an wheeled herself into the room.

The room door closed.

Le Yan looked at him through the mirror and said, "I'll just put on this lipstick and that'll be it."

"I'll do it."

"What?" Le Yan stopped in her tracks when she saw him approaching.

Fu Nian'an remotely controlled her wheelchair to her side, took the lipstick from her hand, and said, "I'll help you put it on."

Le Yan was both amused and exasperated. "You can?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Nian'an raised an eyebrow slightly, "Didn't you say that I can do anything very well?"

Le Yan: "..."

Well, it's rare for Fu Nian'an to be in this kind of mood.

"Then apply it, but don't apply too much, just enough to make your lips look a little pink... Hmm!"

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were already on hers.

Le Yan stared wide-eyed at the man's face in front of her.

Fu Nian'an closed her eyes, her kiss still gentle yet domineering.

But this time he seemed to be doing it on purpose; his sucking on my lips made them feel both tingly and numb...

Just as Le Yan was about to push him away, Fu Nian'an let her go.

Le Yan touched her numb lips and glared at him. "What are you doing? Did you bite me?"

"Look," Fu Nian'an said with a smile, pointing to the mirror, "Now you don't need to wear lipstick anymore."

Le Yan turned to look in the mirror, her expression momentarily stunned.

The woman in the mirror had full, luscious red lips, glistening with moisture...

Le Yan: "..."

Fu Nian'an gently pressed his fingertip against her lower lip, leaned down, and whispered his thin lips near her ear. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, his voice was low and husky: "I'm sorry, you look just too beautiful in this dress, I couldn't resist..."

"Fu Nian'an!" Le Yan blushed deeply and punched his chest. "Stop teasing me! I'm already so nervous!"

Seeing her get flustered, Fu Nian'an chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Don't be nervous, just relax and be yourself."

"You make it sound so easy!" Le Yan glared at him, took a deep breath, and clutched her chest. "My heart is racing. What if I start to stutter?"

"Even if you say that, I will not allow you to desert your post."

Le Yan: "...That's not what I meant!"

Fu Nian'an curled her lips into a smile.

Knowing she was genuinely nervous, he took her hand.

The woman's soft, innocent little palms were sweating.

It made him feel both heartache and fondness.

"Yangyang, how dare you crack Xing Zheng's head open back then?"

Le Yan was taken aback, then pouted and snorted coldly, "Even a rabbit will bite when cornered! If I hadn't been ruthless in that situation, my life would have been ruined!"

"Well said, and well done." Fu Nian'an tapped her nose with her fingertip, her eyes full of affection and doting. "You do bite, you bit me several times this morning!"

Le Yan: "..."

She sighed and extended Er Kang's hand: "Fu Nian'an, I've decided. We're going to have a one-hour cold war. You're not allowed to talk to me anymore!"

Fu Nian'an: "..."

...

At five o'clock in the evening, the setting sun dyed the sky red, the river surface was tinged with red light, and the traffic flowed smoothly on the road.

A black Maybach drove into the Lijiang villa area, and after driving a few hundred meters along the driveway, you would reach the Fu family's current residence—Xingyue Mansion.

In the front yard, Chu Xing parked the car.

Upon hearing the car, everyone inside immediately got up and went out to greet it.

Chu Xing got out of the car, walked around to the back seat, and opened the car door.

Le Yan and Chu Xing worked together to help Fu Nian'an out of the car.

"Young Master Fu, please be careful." Chu Xing pushed the wheelchair over and helped Fu Nian'an sit down.

Le Yan took the initiative to stand behind the wheelchair, grasped the armrest, and then slowly raised her head, only to find that the entrance was crowded with people!

Fu Nian'an looked at the grand scene of her family.

I thought to myself, this must scare the little girl half to death.

He had a bit of a headache, so he raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows, then reached out to Le Yan behind him, "Yan Yan".

Le Yan lowered her head. "What's wrong?"

Give me your hand.

Le Yan obediently placed her hand in his palm, which he held tightly.

Shen Qingshu was the first to react, and immediately stepped down the steps towards them.

Fu Siyan followed closely behind his wife.

"Nian'an, your leg..." Shen Qingshu looked nervous, and her voice was somewhat flustered.

He had come out happily to greet his son and daughter-in-law, but his son was in a wheelchair...

Fu Nian'an hurriedly explained, "Mom, don't worry, it's just a small cut on the sole of my foot. I shouldn't walk during the recovery period after the stitches."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me to death, kid!"

She clutched her chest, then her gaze shifted to Le Yan's face.

Le Yan's breath hitched, and she hurriedly nodded to Shen Qingshu, "Uncle, Aunt, hello, my name is Le Yan, I..."

"Good girl." Shen Qingshu stepped forward, smiling as she looked into Le Yan's eyes. "Don't be nervous. We've all been looking forward to Nian An bringing you home! And now it's finally happened!"

Upon hearing this, Le Yan's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Shen Qingshu has a very strong affinity for people, and as Le Yan held her hand, her nervousness and anxiety gradually dissipated.

"Come on, let's go inside." Shen Qingshu led Le Yan into the house.

Le Yan didn't even have a chance to help Fu Nian'an push her wheelchair.

She turned to look at Fu Nian'an, hesitatingly, "Auntie, Nian'an, he..."

"Don't worry about him. There are so many people here; you don't need to push his wheelchair yourself!"

Le Yan: "..."

Fu Nian'an: ? ? ?