Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 169 There Might Be a Misunderstanding Here

Chapter 169: Chapter 169 There Might Be a Misunderstanding Here

Mu Qianfan crushed his cigarette butt, "Throughout our childhood, regardless of the things you said or the number of times you falsely accused our youngest brother, we all turned a blind eye and held you in the palm of our hands.

Ever since you were hospitalized, the second brother felt you didn’t resemble the Mu family, so he had a DNA test done on you and discovered that you are not a true member of the Mu Family.

After that, we treated you as before, but you developed an intense hatred for everyone in the Mu family and began to stir up trouble among us.

So at that time, we thought, your childhood behavior of falsely accusing our youngest brother was not merely mischief, but something caused by your inherent genes.

I really suspect that you had something to do with our mother’s fall from the cruise ship two years ago."

Mu Yingying cried her heart out, "I never hated the Mu family members, how could I? Mom treated me so well, even knowing I wasn’t her child, she still loved me as her own. How could I repay kindness with ingratitude?"

Mu Qianfan smirked and gestured with his hand to stop, "I am not blind, and even more so, not heart-blind.

The Mu family members all know very well what you are like.

You ask me if our relationship is closer than with An Yan.

Well, I answer you, I wish An Yan were my sister.

She unselfishly contacted Divine Doctor Y to cure our mother.

She was able to protect our mother the moment the horses at the farm went out of control.

That’s something you couldn’t do."

Mu Yingying, wiping her tears, felt wronged, "I don’t have An Yan’s connections, so naturally, I couldn’t help mom. Moreover, that day at the horse farm, I was delayed because of a zipper problem, but if I had seen the horses out of control, I would have rushed to protect mom too."

Mu Qianfan leaned forward suddenly, "Just looking at how relentless you are in pursuing Fu Shiyan, I even suspect that you orchestrated the incident at the horse farm, after all, it would eliminate An Yan."

Mu Yingying vehemently denied, "I didn’t, Brother Three, don’t wrongly accuse me."

"Wrongly accuse or not, I believe that eventually, the truth will out!" Mu Qianfan rose to his feet, tapping his fingertips on the table, "Let me be upfront. If all these disgraceful deeds were yours, rest assured, I will not spare you!"

Watching the man walk away, Mu Yingying dropped her sorrowful façade. She slowly pulled out a tissue, methodically wiping her tears away, a smug smile appearing on her lips.

Fu Shiyan and An Yan had finally gone to war. Given An Yan’s character, she would absolutely never want Fu Shiyan again.

Her situation in the Mu family wasn’t good; from the outside, it appeared glamorous, she was still the esteemed daughter of the Mu family, but in truth, although the Mu family had never mistreated her, she felt no warmth from them anymore.

Now, her goal was to firmly hold Fu Shiyan in her palm, to become the wife of the most outstanding man in Hua Country!

She discarded the soiled tissue, picked up her bag, and left head held high.

On Christmas night, everywhere was filled with laughter and joy.

An Yan sat on a bench in Xinbai Plaza, watching couples pass by, a slight smile on her lips.

"Miss, could you help us take a photo?" a high school-girl approached, standing in front of An Yan.

An Yan nodded, "Sure."

She took the phone and captured six pictures for them.

The girl was impressed as she viewed them, declaring An Yan very professional, "The photos my boyfriend takes always make my face look big, or make me seem super short, they’re just terrible. Thank you!"

"You’re welcome."

"Miss, are you alone?"

An Yan nodded, "Merry Christmas to you both."

"To you too, you’re so beautiful, I hope you find a boyfriend soon."

An Yan hummed softly, "I wish you happiness."

Watching the couple leave, An Yan sat back on the bench, recalling the photos she and Fu Shiyan took near the Taigu River in Linshi.

At that time, Fu Shiyan also took very bad pictures of her.

Suddenly, she laughed, and as she laughed, tears unknowingly began to flow.

The cold winter wind was bone-chilling like a sharp knife, stinging her face.

It was truly ironic; she had never imagined that one day, Fu Shiyan would hurt her for another woman.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t accept Fu Shiyan’s past; after all, she loved him and was willing to embrace his history.

What she couldn’t tolerate was Fu Shiyan’s boundless tolerance and leniency towards another woman.

If Mu Yingying really was the killer of An Yirou?

An Yirou was supposed to provide clues about her parents, yet she was killed at the critical moment.

She claimed to help her find clues, but those clues most likely fell into his hands.

She just felt a sourness at the tip of her nose, and her heart ached along with it.

"Crying it out will help." the man comforted her.

An Yan turned and looked beside her, Mu Qianfan handed her a tissue, "Crying suits you well, if you were an actor, you’d be the most beautiful in crying scenes."

An Yan was amused to laughter, "Who comforts like you do?"

Mu Qianfan scanned the surroundings, "Then wait a moment."

An Yan watched him run off, entering a coffee shop.

Soon after, he returned at a quick pace with a bag in hand.

After sitting down, he took out two cups of steaming coffee from the bag and handed one to An Yan, "Cappuccino, a bit of warmth for you this Christmas."

An Yan accepted it, "Thank you, Brother Mu."

"Thank what? If anyone should say thanks, I should be kneeling to thank you."

"That’s an exaggeration." An Yan laughed.

Mu Qianfan bent his index and middle finger, "I kneeled."

An Yan laughed out loud, "How did you find me?"

"Because I’m quite lucky." Mu Qianfan sipped his coffee, "But aren’t you quite disappointed?"

"Of course not, I’m glad it was you who found me, otherwise I would have felt even worse." An Yan sipped the hot coffee, feeling a bit of warmth in her heart.

"What do you plan to do?" Mu Qianfan asked.

An Yan was silent for a long while before exhaling two words, "Divorce. This marriage is a joke. I once thought Fu Shiyan was my way home, but it turns out he was my dead end."

Mu Qianfan watched the girl’s distressed look, feeling upset as well, "An Yan, there might be some misunderstandings here."

An Yan lowered her gaze, looking at the dark brown coffee, "Brother Mu, if a drop of ink fell into this coffee and dissipated, wouldn’t it seem unchanged, but would you still drink it? No matter what Fu Shiyan and Mu Yingying had in the past, I could accept it, but I cannot accept him secretly helping her now; that’s the greatest insult to me."

Mu Qianfan sighed, watching as a loving couple turned into bitter mates, feeling uncomfortable.

"Mu Yingying is very scheming, I’m very suspicious that the boating accident of my mother two years ago and the horse stampede a few months ago were related to her."

An Yan’s eyes darkened, "How is your mother now?"

"She says she’s been having some dreams lately—dreams of her falling into the sea, but she can’t see who it was." Mu Qianfan said.

An Yan thought for a moment, "Based on her condition, she’s likely close to recovering her memory. Take good care of her, and make sure no one else handles her medication."

Mu Qianfan looked at her with slight surprise.

An Yan smiled, "Divine Doctor Y once told me, I just remembered and thought to remind you."

She finished the coffee in her cup, which had grown a bit cool due to the chilly weather.

She stood up, "Brother Mu, thank you for coming to find me, you should head back soon."

Mu Qianfan also rose to his feet, "I’ll take you back."

"No need, I’ll walk alone." An Yan waved her hand, "Goodbye."

An Yan crossed the bustling square, feeling an unprecedented loneliness.

She walked down the long street, her chin tucked into her red scarf.

Flecks of snow started to fall.

An Yan stretched out her hand, catching them; the snowflakes melted the instant they touched her palm, much like her love with Fu Shiyan, fleeting.

She scoffed with irony, her hands buried in the pockets of her oversized down jacket.

Looking up, she saw a man standing ahead.