Recognized by My Ex After Being Reborn
Chapter 294 - Chapter 294 294 You listen to my sophistry

Chapter 294: 294 You listen to my sophistry. Chapter 294: 294 You listen to my sophistry. After Yan Shixiu left, Shi Lan started reading the email about An Yang, the Little Demon King, at his seat.

He and An Lan’s father were the eldest at home, with father having a total of three brothers.

After their father passed away, the two siblings were taken in by their second uncle, but it wasn’t long before An Yang, unable to bear the violence of his aunt, moved to live with his third uncle. Clearly, no matter which uncle’s house they stayed at, the siblings never received a warm welcome.

It was from the age of fourteen that An Yang was tempted by his cousins, who suggested there were quick ways to make money and wanted to pull An Yang into their scheme, urging him to find ways to invest.

Seeing that his cousin had saved several hundred thousand at a young age, An Yang really got crooked ideas. He began borrowing money in all kinds of ways; as long as he could scrape together some cash, he was willing to do anything.

A mere teenager, he put several hundred thousand into the “investment” just like his cousin, only to end up losing every penny as his cousin made off with the profit.

At that point, his cousin, “kindly” having made money, couldn’t bear to see his little brother suffer and “shared” a part with him to help him continue his life.

This matter had always been kept secret, but later on, An Yang’s debts became too overwhelming to conceal, and that was when An Lan found out.

An Lan had no choice but to sell herself to the King to fill her brother’s pit, not realizing he was still delusional, because he knew that, besides the eldest brother in their second uncle’s family, even the second brother in the third uncle’s family was making money. Thus, he continued to invest but never expected to be the only one to consistently come out empty-handed.

Time and again, his two cousins improved their lives, buying cars and houses all by exploiting An Yang.

And An Yang, the idiot, still believed that his two cousins were his benefactors, giving him many opportunities to make money, and that it was just his bad luck.

How could the young miss bear to see such things?

After reading it, she wanted to flip over President Yan’s desk.

She really wanted to cut open An Yang’s head to see if it was filled with water on the inside.

What’s most important is that, thanks to An Yang, those brothers wore nothing but designer brands in their food, clothing, shelter, and transport.

These two probably never saw money in their previous lives.

Fine, the young miss thought. During this period when the matter with the King has yet to result, she had something to do.

Taking advantage of the time President Yan was in a meeting, Shi Lan made a phone call to Huo Zhao.

At that moment, Huo Zhao had just taken An Yang out to sea for some thrill seeking with jet-skiing. An Yang was currently dazed and scared pale, lying on the deck, not daring to move.

“After he tans for three days, find a chance to let him slip away.”

“Got a new plan?”

“I’ve sent a file to your WeChat. Take a look when you have time. Whatever An Lan suffered, I want all these people to taste it,” said Shi Lan.

If An Yang were to be released, he would most likely go to those two cousins to weep and complain.

To protect themselves, those cousins would very likely use the abuse An Yang suffered at her hands as a reason to expose her, and they might use that to continue to extort money from An Lan.

When that happens, she would compile a list of all the money An Yang has wasted on those brothers over the years.

She had already prepared for both outcomes. If the brothers kept quiet as mice, she would expose them herself, bringing everyone into the game.

She wanted to make sure that every cent An Lan had paid out would become like a knife stabbing those brothers.

“Okay,” Huo Zhao nodded. In fact, Huo Zhao had already tried many ways to lead An Yang back onto the right path, but after spending a day and a night, he realized that An Yang was very stubborn and extremely guarded. No matter what Huo Zhao said, An Yang could always find his own reasoning and was good at debating.

Huo Zhao had also told Shi Lan about this problem–this little bastard couldn’t be subdued by brute force alone.

“I never intended to make him submit. I just wanted to peel off a layer of his skin. What follows will be the beginning of the conquest game. Before you let him go, make sure to have proof that this little bastard is still alive and kicking. Once he leaves, follow him and gather evidence at any moment. A mere sunburn won’t satisfy this drama king; let him think he’s playing a game of wits against me.”

“Understood.”

Huo Zhao had a way of handling things that always set Shi Lan’s mind at ease.

As for the pop king’s side, since it involved a significant amount of money, the investigation was still ongoing and it might not be resolved for a week.

Netizens had already opened a betting pool online, all guessing whether the two brothers would ultimately break through the one-billion mark.

By the time the investigation ended, it would be the beginning of Shi Lan’s acquisition plan.

…

Seven o’clock in the evening.

It was rare for President Yan to get off work early, but when he came home to cook dinner, he saw the young miss carrying a toolbox down from the parking lot.

After he finished cooking a Western dinner for two and called Shi Lan to eat, he found that the young miss had already dismantled the speed limiter and thrown it on the ground on her way back home.

President Yan looked at her, and she looked back at him.

“What are you looking at? Didn’t I say it would have a lifespan of one day?”

“It’s dangerous,” Yan Shixiu sighed.

“Listen to me argue, fair’s fair, Uncle Yan, sixty miles per hour truly undermines the dignity of a motorcycle. I have no reason to sabotage myself. If there’s another accident with the motorcycle, you’ll definitely revoke my riding privileges, and then I can only cycle in and out in the future.”

Yan Shixiu was amused by her sophistry, saying, “The art of your bluffing is improving by the day.”

Shi Lan threw away the tool, washed her hands, and sat down to eat. Meanwhile, the luxury car brothers in the living room started a new round of chase, and in the end, the Ferrari emerged victorious, hiding by President Yan’s feet and licking its paws.

Maybach, dim-witted as ever, after losing the fight, was rubbing around the young miss’s feet, meowing pitifully for attention, but no one was paying it any mind.

The young miss fundamentally enjoyed such an atmosphere.

After dinner, President Yan did the dishes while Shi Lan went upstairs to shower. When she came back down after getting herself ready, Yan Shixiu had already started dealing with the remaining work. At this point, the young miss began her own charades, essentially preventing President Yan from even touching the computer.

Tonight was a collision of two tattoos, each bearing the other’s name, acting like the most intense catalyst.

The feeling of belonging that filled their entire beings made their breathing fluctuate throughout the night…

The young miss had never thought she would have such a day, hopelessly infatuated with President Yan’s charm.

In her past life, she must have lived all her days in the belly of a dog.

…

The next morning, Gu Chengyu’s team announced his brief departure.

And the gossip channels also captured Chen Beini bidding farewell to her boyfriend at the airport, a tender scene indeed.

With that, the grievances between An Lan and the others were conclusively drawn to a close, yet no one expected that in the end, the three of them would actually become friends.

The National Couple was happy, but An Lan’s future still seemed fraught with ordeal.

The contract was still in effect, the pop king was in trouble again, and she seemed to still be caught in the whirlpool of the entertainment industry, with no agency of her own.

Many entertainment channels speculated that An Lan, caught in the pop king’s troubles, would probably never be able to turn her fortunes around in this lifetime, which is why she would get a tattoo without any reservations.

And that netizen who had speculated An Lan would next confront her brother, was still sticking to their own guess.

@PudgyTiger: “I’m still waiting, and I will keep waiting.”

Alright, it seems you really will have to keep waiting.