Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 147: The Bloodbath in the Banquet Hall

The image of that woman hadn’t appeared in his mind for a long time.

He collected himself and looked sternly at the woman who was accusing An Yan, "How can you prove that this necklace is yours?"

The woman pointed to someone nearby, "My friends can vouch for me."

Two witnesses nodded.

"Indeed, it is Weiwei’s."

"I was with her when she bought the necklace, it’s true, and I can testify to that."

Han Yang couldn’t stand it, "Do you know who she is? She’s the master of authentication and painting repair, Guyue, and also President Fu’s girlfriend. Would she take your necklace? Ridiculous!"

He especially wanted to say An Yan was President Fu’s little spoiled wife, but since she was not public about it, he didn’t dare to say.

Weiwei snorted, "I don’t care who she is! Anyway, the necklace was found in her bag!"

Fu Shiyan looked at An Yan with a gentle voice, "Was your bag left on the table?"

An Yan nodded, "Yes, it was inconvenient to carry while getting cake, so I left it on the table. That was careless of me."

Fu Shiyan said, "So there are no fingerprints of yours on this necklace."

He looked at Han Yang, "Call the police, and remember to ask the evidence department to come too."

Han Yang nodded, "Yes."

Fu Shiyan then turned to President Qiu and said coldly, "Seal the doors to the banquet hall and go check the security footage."

President Qiu hadn’t expected something like this to happen, and hurriedly contacted the hotel manager to retrieve the footage, only to be told that the surveillance for that time period had been deleted.

An Yan directly called Bi Chong, but this unreliable guy didn’t answer his phone.

After thinking for a moment, she decided not to act on her own and called Mu Shaoze instead.

"Missing me, little sister?"

That single sentence succeeded in making Fu Shiyan, standing next to An Yan, turn his face black instantly.

An Yan held her phone in one hand and squeezed Fu Shiyan’s hand with the other.

"I’m attending a banquet at Xiangcheng Donghe Hotel right now. Someone accused me of stealing a necklace, but the surveillance footage has been deleted."

"Outrageous, a master authenticator like Guyue would steal stuff, what haven’t I seen?" Mu Shaoze was especially angry, "To accuse someone without thinking, brainless idiot! I’ll restore it now."

Ten minutes later, Mu Shaoze called An Yan to get her computer connected.

Soon, the banquet hall’s big screen showed footage from the dessert surveillance area.

Weiwei was seen sneaking glances towards An Yan, approaching the spot where An Yan’s handbag was placed, staying for less than ten seconds before leaving.

Another surveillance feed was quickly called up, showing a front view of Weiwei’s actions.

Everyone watched as she opened An Yan’s handbag and placed the red necklace inside.

Weiwei, watching her own image on the big screen, covered her mouth in disbelief.

How could this be?

Why would she do such a thing?

"I don’t know why this happened? I don’t know anything!" Weiwei pushed through the crowd in a frenzy, trying to escape.

Han Yang grabbed her and dragged her back, "Trying to run?"

"Let me go, I don’t know anything!" Weiwei struggled.

Han Yang kicked her behind the knee, and Weiwei fell to her knees with a thud.

"You even thought to frame President Fu’s girlfriend, you really overestimate yourself!"

Weiwei suddenly seemed to go crazy, continuously muttering, "I don’t know..."

Suddenly, she bit down hard.

An Yan frowned, "This is bad!"

She hastily grabbed a spoon and stepped forward, prying open her jaw to put the spoon in her mouth, but it was already too late—a soft, fresh red tongue fell to the floor.

Weiwei spat out fresh blood, then, as if choking, started coughing violently.

She violently shook off An Yan and rushed out, grabbing a fork from the table and stabbing it directly into the artery in her neck. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and then she collapsed onto the ground.

An Yan stepped forward and pressed down on her artery, watching blood spurt out from between her fingers.

"Call an ambulance quickly!" An Yan yelled, although she knew it was already too late.

Weiwei’s eyes widened, and she began to convulse.

She clutched An Yan’s wrist, "I... don’t want... to die..."

Blood sprayed from her mouth.

An Yan watched helplessly as Weiwei’s pupils dilated, and the hand gripping her wrist dropped limply.

Weiwei’s cream-colored gown and An Yan’s white dress were both stained with fresh blood.

An Yan frowned, Weiwei’s actions and her last words were clearly contradictory. How could someone suddenly act as if they were possessed?

She gently laid her on the ground, and said indifferently, "She’s already showing no signs of life."

Everyone was stunned, never imagining a gala could turn into such a bloody scene.

Fu Shiyan saw her covered in blood and took hold of her shoulder, "I’ll take you to wash your hands and change clothes."

He glanced at Han Yang, who immediately understood and went to the car to get spare clothes.

Inside the restroom.

Fu Shiyan stood behind An Yan, squirting hand soap to clean her hands.

An Yan watched the bright red on her hands slowly fade and wash away, feeling a myriad of emotions in her heart.

As a doctor, she had treated many patients and witnessed many live broadcasts of suicide attempts.

The vast majority of would-be suicides were filled with regret just before death, but it was a pity that life only comes once, and regret at that point is futile.

But Weiwei’s death felt very wrong to An Yan.

It was as if she had attempted suicide unconsciously, then regained awareness just before death.

What could have gone wrong?

Fu Shiyan turned off the tap and used a paper towel to dry her hands, "You were very brave earlier."

An Yan hummed lightly, "I’m not a saint. I won’t forgive a slanderer, but that was still a life, vanishing right before my eyes."

Fu Shiyan unfastened the hidden zipper on the back of her dress, exposing her bare white back to the air.

He helped her into a new gown.

"People always pay for their actions. Just relax. Later, we need to go to the police station to give statements."

An Yan nodded.

It was four in the afternoon by the time they finished giving statements at the police station.

The wind in Xiangcheng was slightly cool, Fu Shiyan took off his suit jacket and draped it over An Yan. He tucked her stray hair behind her ear, "You didn’t eat lunch, what would you like for dinner?"

An Yan shook her head, "I have no appetite, I won’t eat. Let’s go back to the manor."

Fu Shiyan agreed, wrapping his arm around her as they walked towards the car.

At this time, Gu Han caught up to them, asking with concern, "How are you, An Yan? Were you scared?"

An Yan replied, "I’m fine."

Gu Han nodded, "If you need psychological counseling, you can come to me anytime."

An Yan smiled, "Thank you."

As Gu Han watched the two drive away, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Her long-planned scheme had truly succeeded tonight.

It wouldn’t be long before An Yan meant nothing to Fu Shiyan!

Plus, she was so foresighted in setting up this expendable woman’s death in advance; otherwise, the truth would have been revealed sooner or later.

She got into the car, looked at the necklace in her bag that was identical to the one worn by the deceased, and curled her lips into a smirk.