Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 20: Don’t Mess with An Yan

Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Don’t Mess with An Yan

Fu Family mansion.

When Fu Chenyu returned, it was already past midnight. Yet, the living room was still brightly lit, and Fu Shiyan was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a world-famous novel.

He had intended to lower his presence and sneak upstairs, but the moment his left foot touched the stair, the man’s stern voice rang out from behind him.

"Come here."

Fu Chenyu had no choice but to go over and sit on the couch opposite the man, "Younger Uncle."

Fu Shiyan, clad in a deep blue silk pajama set, looked dignified and profound. He closed the book and his gaze fell on Fu Chenyu, "Don’t provoke An Yan."

"But she was originally engaged to me."

"Not anymore."

"If I want to continue, I can still switch out the person. Grandpa and Grandma had agreed to An Yan in the first place."

Fu Shiyan’s sharp black eyes glared at him with a hint of severity and iciness, "I am telling you for the last time, stop provoking her."

Watching the man stand up and go upstairs, Fu Chenyu lightly pressed his tongue against his cheek. An Yan was originally his—he refused to simply do as his Younger Uncle said.

Thinking of An Yan’s refreshingly pure little face, he found An Yirou increasingly bland and tasteless.

An Yan, he was determined to have her!

...

Bishui Bay was only a kilometer away from Jiang University. It took An Yan less than ten minutes to walk to the university gate.

On her way to the teaching building, she attracted quite a few gazes until she entered the 302 lecture hall of the first teaching building and took a seat in the last row by the window.

"Who is this girl? Is she from our school?"

"Can’t be! She’s even prettier than our campus belle An Yirou. It’s impossible we haven’t seen her before!"

"Her face is too pure, stunningly beautiful! Which department is she from?"

"She must be sitting in for the class, right? After all, we haven’t seen her in the previous calculus class."

"I really want to get to know her!"

"Go on then! Add her on WeChat!"

...

In the midst of the discussions and cheering, a tall and handsome boy walked over.

He stood in front of An Yan’s desk, extending his right hand, "Hi, classmate. I’m from the Fashion and Jewelry Design department..."

An Yan slightly raised her delicate eyebrows, leaning nonchalantly against the chair, with a hint of disdain in her smile, "I am the very ’ugly freak’ you guys often mock, An Yan!"

Instantly, the classroom fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

The smile on the boy’s face froze, and he stammered, "You, you’re joking, right? How could you be that ugly..."

He scrutinized her closely, recalling the former appearance of An Yan and gradually blending it with the features of the person before him.

He was rather embarrassed, "I’m sorry, really sorry."

An Yan scoffed, "It doesn’t matter. I don’t care about anything any of you said before, after all, you have mouths but not necessarily brains!"

The crowd: "..."

"Yo! Who’s got such a big mouth, daring to insult the entire department’s students?"

An irritating sharp voice came through, and a sharp look flickered in An Yan’s eyes as she turned to the classroom door.

An Yirou and Guan Lulu walked in.

Guan Lulu watched her crush standing carefully beside An Yan’s desk, and jealousy surged within her.

She had not believed it when An Yirou mentioned that the little wretch An Yan had become beautiful, but seeing her without makeup looking so stunning, even the unattainable crush of hers deigned to flatter her.

It made her so furious!

She began to stir the pot, "Did everyone hear that? An Yan just said that none of you have brains!"

The boy’s face looked terrible as he pursed his lips, "I’m sorry, An Yan. I said some wrong things before. Can you forgive me?"

Guan Lulu: "..."

An Yan glanced at him, "I’m not close to you, so there’s no need to forgive or not forgive." After she spoke, her gaze returned to her phone.

Guan Lulu watched the boy she had a crush on leave with his head down dejectedly. In a fury, she rushed over and fiercely slammed her hand on the table, "An Yan, you really were born without any nurturing..."

With a "smack,"

Guan Lulu’s face was struck to the side, her eyes instantly reddening with tears streaming down. She looked at An Yan in disbelief, "You actually dared to hit me? What do you think you are..."

An Yan slapped her again with the back of her hand and clicked her tongue, "If you’re going to hit someone, it has to be the face, and it’s pretty symmetrical! You’re so arrogant all the time, is it because you’re protected by some animal rights organization? If I ever hear any more insults about my mother, it won’t be as simple as just two slaps like today!"

An Yirou stepped forward to support Guan Lulu’s arm, reprimanding An Yan, "Sister, it’s wrong to hit someone."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "Is your face better?"

An Yirou’s face changed, feigning calmness, "Sister, when you were upset, scalding my face with boiling water to vent your anger was enough. Why do you have to make things difficult for my friend too?"

"Oh my God! She scalded Yirou’s face with boiling water?"

"Exactly, such a gentle person being bullied like that."

"Don’t let An Yan’s improved looks deceive you now. Everyone, don’t forget how she used to bully Yirou!"

"Right, even if a person becomes more beautiful, their heart is still black!"

"So she must have had plastic surgery to look pretty!"

"I remember now, last night I saw her being carried into a Maybach at the bar, I can’t be mistaken! Could she have been kept by someone?"

"The man keeping her must be old and ugly, right?"

...

An Yirou’s face was filled with a pained and aggrieved expression, "Sister, you didn’t come home last night. Is it true what they’re saying?"

An Yan laughed out loud, "How can you not know what happened last night? And aren’t you often not returning at night with my fiancé? You’re quite the tea for a ’62 green tea!"

These words quieted the classroom, as everyone seemed to have stumbled upon a shocking revelation today.

An Yan took her seat with a light sneer, "Stay away from me in the future!"

This statement was not only directed at Guan Lulu and An Yirou but also a warning to those who enjoyed gossiping.

The bell for class rang, and the advanced mathematics teacher walked in.

An Yirou pulled Guan Lulu to her seat, and the classroom was silent.

With her face swollen, Guan Lulu gave An Yan a death glare, while An Yan took out a wet wipe from her bag and started cleaning her fingers one by one.

She was seething with rage!

Guan Lulu whispered, "Yirou, in a while I’ll make sure that dead bitch gets what she deserves!"

An Yirou looked serious, "Lulu, maybe you shouldn’t provoke her. What if she gets violent with you again?"

"Hmph! I won’t let today’s incident go so easily! I’m definitely going to make her the enemy of the whole school! Even if she’s prettier now, I won’t let her into the circle of socialites! I’ll ruin her reputation!"

An Yirou sighed softly, "Lulu, she is my sister after all. I apologize to you on her behalf."

"You’re just too kind, Yirou."

"It’s my fault for wronging my sister..."

Guan Lulu held her hand, "No more talk, I understand. Young Master Fu had been with you even before that dead bitch came back. She’s the one trying to break you two apart! Your love will stand the test of time! If there’s a misunderstanding, I’ll explain to everyone for you."

An Yirou’s eyes brimmed with tears, "Thank you, Lulu. I’ve caused you trouble because of me."

Guan Lulu sighed, "Don’t worry, Yirou, I’m your friend forever, and I’ll always support you!"

Touched, An Yirou wiped away her tears, "Once I get engaged to Chenyu, I’ll have him introduce his friends to you."

Guan Lulu was moved beyond comparison, knowing that hanging on the arm of a wealthy heir like Fu Chenyu would skyrocket her status.