Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 172: Slapped in the Face Again

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Slapped in the Face Again

Yang Suhua climbed up, flexing her arms, "Get out! You’re not welcome here!"

An Yan hooked her lips, "Fine, I’m leaving now. Take care."

She had just walked out the door when she heard a loud bang behind her, accompanied by cursing from inside.

She didn’t care at all; her visit today was only to test the An Family’s attitudes.

Clearly, there was something fishy going on.

Back in the car, she called Bi Chong, "Find a chance to install surveillance in An Zaili’s house."

"Received!"

She looked up at the building once more and started the car to leave.

Standing by the window, An Zaili ground his teeth, "This An Yan is really a life-threatening ghost!"

Du Xinlan’s eyes were bloodshot, "Quick, check if she installed any surveillance or listening devices here. This vile woman is so malicious, anything’s possible with her."

When the two returned to the living room, Yang Suhua was frantically searching herself, "Did that damned bitch put something on me? Trying to harm me? She already killed one of my granddaughters, does she want to harm another one?"

"Mom!" Du Xinlan was horrified and hissed, mouthing "Don’t talk nonsense."

Yang Suhua nodded and quickly covered her mouth.

After searching for a while, the three of them didn’t find any of the items they feared, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

Du Xinlan collapsed on the couch, "I’ve already lost Yirou, I can’t lose Qianqian too. Now that Qianqian is being targeted, I’m really scared. An Zaili, why didn’t you just strangle this damned bitch in the past?"

An Zaili sighed, "Back then I was also afraid of the swap being exposed. Once Qianqian was kicked out, we could have claimed it was a mix-up at the start, and then send An Yan back to make a good profit off her."

Du Xinlan was so furious she clawed at An Zaili.

Seeing this, Yang Suhua felt sorry for her son and hurried to break it up.

But with a push from Du Xinlan, Yang Suhua was pushed and fell to the ground, hitting her head and immediately passing out.

An Zaili and Du Xinlan helped her up and immediately took her to the hospital.

About an hour after they left, a man in a black down jacket jimmied the door lock, slipped inside, and put on shoe covers.

He moved from room to room, installing cameras and listening devices in suitable places.

After successfully completing his task, the man left and made a call to report his success.

"How did it go, boss?"

An Yan had just parked her car in front of the cinema, "Not bad, they’ve changed their phone numbers; go handle it."

Bi Chong, "No problem, I’m heading to the hospital now."

After finishing the call, An Yan got out of her car and entered the cinema, bought a ticket for a comedy movie, and also bought some popcorn and a milk tea before entering the auditorium.

With Christmas over, everyone returned to their busy work, and there were very few people watching movies.

There were only three people in the entire auditorium including her, the other two being a couple.

The couple laughed heartily while An Yan quietly ate and watched, sipping her milk tea when thirsty.

"Why isn’t that person laughing?"

"Maybe she has a high threshold for humor."

"I feel like she seems unhappy?"

"Maybe, or else she wouldn’t be at the movies alone; it’s quite lonely."

An Yan lowered her eyes; she indeed wanted to watch a comedy to feel better, but it didn’t help.

A text came in on her phone, she looked at it; it was a message from Fu Shiyan asking if she was done with her tasks.

She didn’t reply, just put away her phone and continued watching the movie.

An hour later, the movie ended.

An Yan left the cinema and drove to the Fu Corporation.

Before she could get out of the car, she saw Mu Yingying hurriedly running into the Fu Corporation Mansion.

An Yan sneered, it really was a small world.

She pushed open the door, got out of the car, and adjusted her scarf before walking in.

Mu Yingying rushed into the ordinary staff elevator, and the receptionist was a step too late to stop her.

An Yan patted her on the shoulder, "It’s okay, let her go up."

The receptionist nodded, "Yes, madam."

Because the video of An Yan slapping Mu Yingying last night had been uploaded online, the news of Fu Shiyan and An Yan’s secret marriage had been leaked.

An Yan entered the president’s private elevator and pressed the top floor button.

As the elevator door opened, An Yan stepped out and saw Mu Yingying rushing into the president’s office.

Han Yang tried to stop her, but was called off by An Yan, "Assistant Han, wait a moment."

Han Yang respectfully nodded, "Madam."

"Whatever you hear later, don’t come in."

"Understood." Han Yang took a step back.

An Yan pushed the door open and heard Mu Yingying’s interrogation.

"Shiyan, didn’t you help me delete the record? Why did the police come looking for me again?"

Fu Shiyan’s face, which was originally grim, showed panic the moment he saw An Yan, and he stood up abruptly, "Yanyan, don’t misunderstand."

An Yan walked up to Mu Yingying’s side, "What should I misunderstand?"

Mu Yingying, with tears in her eyes, stuttered, "I..."

An Yan turned around, "What ’I’? You’ve been seeking out my man over and over again. Do you really have no shame?"

"I will leave now." Mu Yingying cried pitifully.

An Yan raised her hand and slapped her; the red mark from last night had not faded, and now a new mark was added.

Mu Yingying looked at Fu Shiyan, "Shiyan, after all, I gave you my first time. Are you just going to watch me get hit?"

Fu Shiyan pondered, considering Mo as a bounty hunter, she should not lack the ability to resist. She simply wanted him to feel sorry for her.

Such deep scheming!

He had not expected Mo to be such a person. He had been mistaken in the past!

Mu Yingying, seeing Fu Shiyan’s indifference, knew he wouldn’t help her again, so she tried to flee.

But she had only run a few steps before An Yan grabbed her by the collar and yanked her over.

An Yan, not holding back, slapped her repeatedly across the face.

Watching Mu Yingying’s mouth bleeding, An Yan threw her onto the floor and sat down on the visitor’s chair, "You can call the police now."

Mu Yingying was unlikely to call the police, since a mistress being beaten by a wife would garner no sympathy.

She hated An Yan with a passion, originally thinking she could ascend by relying on the woman in Fu Shiyan’s mind, but she did not anticipate that this woman held a lesser place in his heart compared to An Yan.

With tears, she looked at Fu Shiyan, "Shiyan, you said that you would wait for me, but you broke your promise."

Fu Shiyan was suppressing something, "What’s past is past."

"But I’m still caught in the memories! I accept the humiliation I endured today. Shiyan, you really have a cruel heart!" Mu Yingying got up and left as if escaping.

Fu Shiyan approached An Yan, "Feeling better now? Does your hand hurt?"

An Yan joked, "I found it quite satisfying. My hand is okay, but I wonder if President Fu feels sorry?"

"I’m only sorry for your hand," Fu Shiyan said, wanting to examine her reddened hand.

An Yan didn’t give him the chance, turned around, and walked into the restroom in the break room, washing her hands thoroughly.

Fu Shiyan followed her like a shadow.

An Yan turned around and asked him, "You said you would wait for her?"