Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 109: It’s Only Right to Earn Boyfriend’s Money

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: It’s Only Right to Earn Boyfriend’s Money

An Yan fluttered her eyelids, "Why would you say that?"

"That night, when I called Bi Chong to look for you, he said your phone was encrypted, and only you could crack it, not even S is a match for you." Fu Shiyan gazed into An Yan’s eyes, seeking an answer.

An Yan knew all too well that Bi Chong’s mouth was as loose as the waistband of cotton pants. She laughed and said, "Bi Chong probably just didn’t want to help you, so he came up with such a grand excuse."

Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes, "Did the kid actually dare to lie to me?"

"There’s a saying that one is short on words after accepting another’s gift. But it seems he’s quite comfortable both taking and telling lies." An Yan hooked up her lips, thinking that since Bi Chong betrayed her, she might as well pin the blame on him. Now they were even.

She went on, "You only need to believe about twenty percent of what comes out of Bi Chong’s mouth."

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Got it."

At this moment, far away in Hua Country, Bi Chong who was eating hot pot sneezed, causing the chili oil in his bowl to splash up, landing right in his eye, "Ouch, damn, I must’ve had a string of bad luck for eight hundred lifetimes! Who is cursing me?"

He narrowed his eyes and called An Yan, "Boss, are you cursing me?"

"What’s wrong?"

"I just sneezed."

An Yan clicked her tongue, "Then you should’ve sneezed twice."

"Why?"

"Because two people cursed you."

Bi Chong: "..." This world is devoid of love.

An Yan hung up the call, in very good spirits.

Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around her waist, "Time to wash up and go to bed?"

"Sure."

The pair entered the bathroom, each squeezing toothpaste for the other.

One tall and one short, they stood in front of the mirror, their movements in unison.

An Yan burst into laughter, and just so happened to spray onto the part of the mirror where Fu Shiyan’s eyes were reflected, exactly obscuring his pupils, "Guess an idiom."

Fu Shiyan looked at her mischievous smile and chuckled lightly, "Blind as a bat."

"Wow, you’re so smart!"

Fu Shiyan clicked his tongue, "What position should we try tonight?"

An Yan’s mouth twitched, and her laughter stopped abruptly, "I was wrong."

Fu Shiyan said nothing but silently rinsed his mouth, then handed her a cup of water, watching her gargle with great interest.

After An Yan gargled with rising and falling noises, she properly placed the toothbrush and cup back in place, turned around, and said, "Alright, we can go out now."

"Hmm, we haven’t tried it in the bathroom yet," Fu Shiyan said, wiping the toothpaste foam from the corner of her mouth, "Sounds quite fresh."

"Didn’t you say we were washing up and going to bed?" An Yan looked at the man’s curling lips, feeling a bit apprehensive.

Fu Shiyan made a sound of agreement, "I never said whether that sleep was going to be static or dynamic."

An Yan: "..."

The strong, slender arms encircled the girl’s waist, as Fu Shiyan directly lifted her onto the bathroom counter and wedged between her legs.

The cold surface made An Yan inhale sharply, and she shyly bit her lower lip, "It’s so cold and wet here."

"How did it get wet?"

An Yan, flushed with anger and embarrassment, started pounding on the man’s chest.

Fu Shiyan grabbed the girl’s small fists, "Baby, tell me, hmm?"

"Go to hell!"

"So cute, let me kiss your little treasure." Fu Shiyan’s lips moved from hers downwards, his fingers teasingly undoing the tie at her waistband...

Around one in the morning, An Yan suddenly opened her eyes. She carefully moved the arm that lay across her and got out of bed, nearly kneeling on the floor.

Guided by the silver moonlight, she turned around and mouthed the words ’Old Dog Fu’.

She picked up the pajamas from the floor, put them on, and tiptoed to take out a mini laptop from her suitcase and headed into the bathroom.

As soon as she entered, her gaze fell on the bathroom counter, and scenes of intimacy flashed through her mind.

Her cheeks burned with heat.

Seated on the toilet lid, she balanced the laptop on her thighs and powered it on.

After startup, she delved into the dark web, having overheard Fu Shiyan telling Han Yang over the phone to check Director Li’s recent communication and transaction records.

She knew Han Yang would surely contact Lone Wolf first.

As the saying goes, "A fool turns down money."

If she didn’t take this job, wouldn’t she be leaving money on the table for Hacker S to snatch?

Besides, wasn’t it perfectly justified to earn money from one’s own boyfriend?

Once on the dark web, she took on a task and shrugged when she saw the bounty was 3 million yuan.

Although it couldn’t compare with tasks worth tens or hundreds of millions, even a louse counts as meat—it was better to earn what she could.

Knowing Director Li’s number made it a breeze for her to hack into his phone.

She identified the numbers in close contact with Director Li recently and accessed his account, finding that a foreign account had transferred 5 million yuan to him.

The account she discovered turned out to be a virtual one, belonging to an average person.

An Yan guessed the other party must have randomly selected an account to transfer funds to Director Li’s account.

She began tracing the origin of the remittance, but the account holder had enabled a firewall.

Tsk!

An Yan arched an eyebrow slightly, finding the program somewhat familiar.

Her delicate fingers flew over the keyboard, lines of code appearing on the screen.

Before long, the counterparty began protecting the account and attacked hers.

An Yan rapidly entered codes, and just as she pressed enter after the last letter,

The opponent’s account was hacked and a virus was implanted. An Yan watched in surprise as Hacker S’s account on the dark web appeared on her screen. She let out a light laugh as she saw the two billion yuan from S’s account transferred into her own.

She left a message: "For aiding the villain, consider this little sum as your tribute to me, your granny!"

S enraged: "Lone Wolf! Return my f***ing money!"

Lone Wolf: "Everyone for themselves, take it back if you can!"

S: "Who the hell did I aid?"

Lone Wolf: "I’ve already traced the instigator through your account, thanks!"

S: "..."

Lone Wolf: "When are we going to meet in person?"

S: "..."

In a dim room, a man rose in fury, slamming the wall switch; the room was pierced by the glaring incandescent light.

With his silver hair in disarray, he pressed at his temple, finding Lone Wolf utterly despicable.

To have transferred all the money from his account—this vengeance, he must exact.

How to find him (her)?

A wicked smile curled on the man’s lips as he faintly sensed the person who had hired him bore a grudge against Lone Wolf, or else Lone Wolf wouldn’t have lashed out at him.

All he needed was to find this person and follow the trail straight to Lone Wolf.

If he ever came face to face with Lone Wolf, he would make sure to smash his (her) skull!

He returned to his desk and began working on the computer; soon, the data of the other party was displayed on his screen.

Meanwhile, An Yan stretched lazily, only to see the man leaning against the door frame.

Feigning innocence, she closed the laptop, "You’re awake?"

"I can’t sleep without you," Fu Shiyan said as he walked in, picking up her laptop. "May I have a look?"

An Yan thought, if I say no, will you misunderstand again?

But if you look, won’t I be exposed?

She pursed her lips with a smile, watching as Fu Shiyan slowly opened the laptop.