Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 26: Tonight, Even If It Means Bringing Shame on Myself

Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Tonight, Even If It Means Bringing Shame on Myself

Two years ago, she had promised him that she would come back to find him, and if not for that promise, she wouldn’t be chasing after him so dejectedly! An Yan tilted her head slightly upwards, restraining the sense of grievance from spilling out of her eyes before opening the door and walking out, her gaze immediately meeting with Su Yue who had come to find her.

Su Yue raised an eyebrow, as if to ask, "How did it go?"

An Yan shook her head, "Take me home, please. Tonight was just me humiliating myself."

Su Yue wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Baby Yan, if you’re tired, lean on my shoulder. If that’s still not enough, then there are plenty of men in the world, we can always find another. It’s not like it has to be Old Dog Fu!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than she saw Old Dog Fu leaning against the wall not far away, smoking a cigarette.

Su Yue’s mouth twitched involuntarily. This is why you shouldn’t talk behind people’s backs, it’s easy to get caught.

An Yan lifted her eyes to look, and their gazes met in the air.

Fu Shiyan’s eyes were ice-cold, and he turned and left.

Feeling the disgust in his glance, that’s why he would say those words in the message, An Yan thought.

Su Yue patted her on the back, and An Yan’s lips slightly curled up as the two of them walked out of the club.

Si Heng had already been waiting, he opened the rear door of the car, and the two of them got in.

Just as he was about to start the car, Bai Qinghan knocked on the window, "Sister An Yan, add me on WeChat."

Su Yue took An Yan’s phone to help her add Bai Qinghan’s WeChat, "Don’t bully my Baby Yan, or else I’ll fight you to the death!"

"Don’t worry, I’m serious," Bai Qinghan grinned, his small canine teeth showing. He looked at An Yan, "Remember to reply to my message, okay?"

Watching the tail lights of the car get swallowed up by the traffic, Bai Qinghan covered his chest, "The young master’s heart has started beating again."

Shang Wenhang walked up beside him and sneered, "With all the ex-girlfriends you have, you could form ten ’Zheng’ characters. Stop causing trouble for the little sister. I think Brother Yan really treats her like a niece."

Bai Qinghan, thinking back to the scene where Fu Shiyan had interrupted his good times, felt that was probably the case, "I guess the young lady got cheated on by his nephew, and he’s worried she might be hurt again."

He ran his hand through his silver-grey hair, "I’m serious this time, more genuine than real gold. I absolutely won’t do something as deplorable and heart-wrenching as cheating or being a cuckold!"

The silver Bentley stopped below the apartments at Bishui Bay.

An Yan got out of the car, "You guys should head back now, be careful on the road."

Su Yue wanted to stay, "Let me stay with you."

An Yan shook her head, "I want some quiet time alone."

Watching the car turn the corner, An Yan then went upstairs.

On the roadside outside Bishui Bay residential area, a metallic black Maybach had been parked there for quite some time.

The light and shadow from the street lights outside the car window fell ambiguously on the handsome face of the man, whose fingertips resting on the windowframe gently flicked, knocking off the ash of the burnt-out cigarette to the ground.

"Head back to the old residence."

Han Yang nodded, "Yes."

...

As soon as An Yan got home, An Zaili’s phone call came through.

"Is something the matter?"

"You finally answered the phone! What on earth happened that night? How did Li Rongwei and several other scions end up in jail and are now facing sentencing?"

An Yan closed her eyes tightly, "I haven’t been home for a few days, shouldn’t your first question be asking where I am staying?"

An Zaili huffed, "Worst comes to worst you can stay at a hotel, what? Are you sleeping on the streets?"

An Yan sneered at herself; what hope was she even clinging to now?

Her dark eyes carried a touch of indifference. "So, you’ve come to seek retribution now?"

"Was it really you who called the police on them?"

An Yan scoffed lightly, not denying it, "So I should just tolerate being wronged and take it lying down?"

An Zaili exploded in rage, "What did I tell you the other day, huh? Didn’t I tell you to just play along, to not throw tantrums? Do you realize your actions have offended the Li Family, Wang Family, Wei Family, and Zheng Family, all because of you!"

An Yan’s hand gripping her phone tightened slightly. "So I deserve to be humiliated?"

Du Xinlan’s scream came through, "Do you think you’re some paragon of chastity? Spending all day with smoky makeup and colorful wigs, not at nightclubs then where? It doesn’t matter how many men you sleep with, but you cannot bring it into the open! With a little ’patch-up,’ you could still marry into wealth! But now, the whole upper social circle knows what kind of person you are, who would want you? You not only made enemies for our An Family but also lost all our family’s face!"

"That’s rich; when have you ever considered me a part of the An Family?" An Yan dried her hair with a towel, "Tomorrow I will go back and pack up my things, and we can talk about the shares as well." With that, she hung up the call.

Yang Suhua, who was dining, set down her chopsticks and wiped the corner of her mouth.

"That scourge said she’ll come back to pack her things tomorrow. Xinlan, go check her room to see if she has taken anything from the house that doesn’t belong to her."

Just thinking of the 1.1 million wiped clean from the card by An Yan made Du Xinlan seethe with unresolved anger. She turned to An Zaili, "Young Master Li wasn’t seduced, yet we threw in 1.1 million for nothing. Is she worth that much?"

At the thought of this money, An Zaili was also furious, "This fool who is only good at screwing things up!"

Du Xinlan had no appetite to continue and slammed her chopsticks on the table, turning to go upstairs.

Yang Suhua said, "Yirou, you go take a look too."

"Yes, Grandma." An Yirou followed her up.

Turned inside out, Du Xinlan and An Yirou could find nothing of value and couldn’t help but wonder where An Yan had spent that 1.1 million.

An Yirou suddenly thought of the woman who shopped with An Yan. "Mom, maybe she spent it on someone else."

"That little wretch! To think she’d be so generous with outsiders!" She placed her hands on her hips, her head throbbing with anger, when she suddenly caught sight of the computer at the desk and snickered, "What does a country bumpkin need a computer for?"

An Yirou furrowed her brow and recounted today’s incident and the advanced math class.

Du Xinlan found it incredible that a country bumpkin could learn advanced mathematics in merely three months and even solve problems with out-of-syllabus solutions.

Could she actually be a genius?

And An Yan knew how to cover her tracks, playing her daughter like a fiddle?

Suddenly, her mind flashed back to that incident years ago, her fingers trembling at the thought that perhaps genetics truly were powerful.

"Mom, what’s wrong?"

Du Xinlan caught her breath, "Nothing, it’s nothing. So, Yirou, what about you and Lulu and the others? "

An Yirou smiled, "Don’t worry, Principal Guan is Lulu’s uncle after all; the consequences won’t be too severe."

"What about Fu Shiyan?"

"The mountains are high, and the Emperor is far away. The younger uncle of the Fu Family is so busy, how could he remember such a matter."

Du Xinlan nodded, "Well, that’s good, that’s good."

She booted up the computer, and a password prompt appeared.

"It needs a password." An Yirou said disdainfully, "Even a country bumpkin knows to set a password! Such a jinx!"

An Yan watched the surveillance feed on her cell phone’s screen, her gaze growing cold as she saw the ugly expressions of the mother and daughter.