Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 275: Who Am I After All?

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Who Am I After All?

An Yan suddenly recalled the embrace of the man again, her thoughts becoming restless as she furrowed her brows, then relaxed them shortly after.

"It’s just that my phone almost got stolen. There are quite a few thieves around here, you should be careful too."

Fu Jinqiao hurriedly searched through her bag to check if her own phone was still there.

"Good, good, it’s not lost. Otherwise, those indescribable photos with Elder Brother would have been exposed."

An Yan: "..."

This kid hasn’t grown a bit smarter over the years.

After discussing, the two of them ended up at a distinctive wonton shop and found a corner to seat themselves.

They ordered two bowls of wontons and a couple of side dishes.

While waiting for the food, An Yan suddenly remembered the time she went with Fu Shiyan to that famous wonton shop in the deep alleys of Linshi.

When they arrived, the owner was preparing to close up and go home to celebrate his wife’s birthday.

Fu Shiyan immediately transferred the owner 100,000 yuan, allowing them to stay in the shop and wrap wontons themselves.

An Yan thought Fu Shiyan was particularly extravagant to spend 100,000 yuan and still have to wrap wontons himself.

But now, thinking about it, all these were beautiful memories.

They were the bits and pieces that no amount of money could buy back.

At that moment, the door of the shop was pushed open, and two men and a woman walked in.

An Yan lifted her eyes to look, and as the saying goes, enemies often cross each other’s path; one of the men was the person she had mistaken for Fu Shiyan.

Their gazes met in mid-air, the man’s eyebrows slightly raised, as if he was a little surprised.

An Yan lowered her gaze, avoiding his.

Fu Jinqiao, noticing An Yan’s poor complexion, blinked and then looked back to see the three people sitting diagonally opposite them.

The woman, about the same age as her, had wheat-colored skin, large eyes, a melon-seeded face with high cheekbones, which made her look somewhat harsh and mean.

The man beside her was rather handsome, with a solid chest and robust arms. He wore a loose black T-shirt that looked exceptionally stylish on him, and a long scar on his arm gave off a wild and untamed vibe.

The blond buzz-cut man sitting opposite the man casually smoked, shaking his leg in a rather frivolous manner.

Fu Jinqiao turned back and asked An Yan in a low voice, "Why do I feel like that hunk is watching you?"

An Yan, with her head still down and her eyes not open, replied, "You’re imagining things."

"I definitely didn’t see it wrong. From now on, I won’t call you ’Younger Auntie’ anymore, to avoid interfering with your romantic encounters."

An Yan frowned, "Stop talking nonsense."

Fu Jinqiao looked back again, only to meet the hostile gaze thrown by the woman.

She quickly turned her head back, cupping her mouth with her hand in an arc and whispered, "I wonder if that woman is his girlfriend? Her taste isn’t that great, she can’t compare to you. It’s like you are a fairy from the heavens, and she’s a coal miner from below the ground."

An Yan raised her hand to her forehead, "If you keep this up, I’m going back to Jiangcheng tonight."

Fu Jinqiao stuck out her tongue and quickly shut up.

The wontons and side dishes were served, and the two of them started to eat earnestly.

The wontons and side dishes at the diagonally opposite table were also brought out, and the three began to eat as well.

The woman placed a slice of pig’s liver into Bo Leng’s plate, "Brother Leng, you should eat more, it’s good for nourishing your energy and blood. That way, your arm will heal faster."

With a cold expression, Bo Leng thanked her, but the pig’s liver on his plate remained untouched.

Dongzi spoke up, "Brother Leng, Sheng Yu picked that pig’s liver for you, at least eat some!"

Bo Leng lifted his eyelids, "If you like it, you take it."

Sheng Yu gave Dongzi a look, "Dongzi, keep it down."

Dongzi stopped talking and ate his wontons in silence.

Sheng Yu carefully watched Bo Leng, noticing that his gaze kept drifting towards the corner table.

She frowned tightly, could it be that he was interested in the girl who looked back earlier?

She may have a fair and clean appearance, but that delicate and gentle demeanor is not at all likable.

She’s the one who is the best match for Brother Leng, after all, she was the one who saved him.

If not for her, he would have been a floating corpse at sea.

Thinking this way, Sheng Yu couldn’t help but sit up straight to assert her dominance.

Fu Jinqiao finished the last wonton in her bowl, "Why do I always feel like a pair of eyes is staring at me from behind?"

She looked back and immediately turned back around, "Younger Auntie, is this a grudge or what?"

An Yan glanced over, the woman was indeed looking over with a sullen and hostile gaze.

Fu Jinqiao’s description was quite apt; wasn’t the woman’s resentment akin to a curse?

An Yan looked over coldly, her superior demeanor invoking a sense of wariness in others.

In the stare-down with An Yan, Sheng Yu gradually lost her presence and was the first to lower her gaze.

She was annoyed, actually being suppressed by someone.

An Yan said, "There, avenged you."

Only then did Fu Jinqiao carefully turn her head back and, seeing that the woman no longer looked in their direction, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the two of them stood up to leave, passing the diagonally opposite table, An Yan noticed the woman’s outstretched foot.

Some people still seek trouble these days.

As the saying goes, heaven collects its dues, but if heaven doesn’t collect, then she would do it instead.

An Yan stepped on that wheat-colored Roman sandal.

Sheng Yu let out a shriek, springing to her feet, "Are you blind? With all this space, you don’t walk around but step on my foot."

An Yan gave her a cold look, "Who walks with their head down? Keep your athlete’s foot under the table instead of sticking it out in the aisle to spread the smell. That’s really unethical."

Sheng Yu was startled to find herself stepped on so forcefully and publicly humiliated. She swiftly swung her hand towards An Yan’s face.

But before her hand could land, it was caught by a man’s grasp.

Then there was a slap, and Sheng Yu’s face turned aside.

Dongzi got up rubbing, but was stopped by a look from Bo Leng.

Sheng Yu looked at Bo Leng in astonishment, "Brother Leng, why are you stopping me? I was hit!"

Bo Leng’s dark eyes simmered with a thin anger, "Stop making a scene."

"How is it me making a scene when I was the one who got hit?"

Bo Leng’s gaze swept over, "If you want to cause trouble, go back to Nanwan."

Sheng Yu, eyes red, sat down with a huff.

Bo Leng said, "Apologize."

Sheng Yu clenched her teeth, her nostrils quivering with anger, then turned to An Yan, "I’m sorry!"

An Yan laughed lightly, "To recognize a fault and amend it is the best virtue. The difference between humans and dogs is that humans can reflect on themselves, whereas dogs can’t stop eating their own shit. Reflect and better yourself, try to be a good person."

Finishing, An Yan left the wonton shop with Fu Jinqiao.

Sheng Yu, too angry to eat, glanced at Dongzi, their eyes met with silent agreement.

Bo Leng put down his chopsticks, "I’ll say it again, if you want this operation to go smoothly, then don’t stir up trouble."

After dropping this line, he got up and left.

Dongzi whispered, "Sister Yu, I’ll avenge you later."

Sheng Yu thought of Bo Leng’s morose appearance and his words, and shook her head, "Wait until the operation is over, then we’ll deal with them!"

The two of them got up and followed Bo Leng’s steps.

The trio returned to an inn, knocking on the door of the room adjacent to the east side.

Soon, the door opened.

An elderly man about sixty years old, with graying temples, smiled, "Did everything go smoothly?"

Bo Leng entered, "The ancient tomb is guarded by professionals; it won’t be easy to get what we want. The archaeological team will also arrive by midnight at the latest."

Elder Sheng’s eyes twirled, "Then let’s make sure their vehicle has issues."

Bo Leng frowned, "That’s not proper. The archaeological team consists of over ten people; tampering with their car can easily lead to a major accident with casualties."

Elder Sheng’s murky eyes squinted, "Aleng, you’re just too soft-hearted. Otherwise, we could have made a fortune over these years."

Bo Leng didn’t respond, and knowing that Elder Sheng wouldn’t listen to him but needing to maintain balance in their relationship, had to let it go.

Bo Leng spoke indifferently, "Ou and the others shouldn’t have gone far; call them back."

Elder Sheng sighed, "All right."

Bo Leng nodded slightly, "Then I’ll head back to my room first."

Elder Sheng nodded, watching Bo Leng leave, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Bo Leng was smart, decisive, and loyal. Elder Sheng wanted to pass his position on to him, but Bo Leng was too soft-hearted. To make big money, one needed to be ruthless.

"Dad."

Sheng Yu’s voice brought Elder Sheng back to reality, "What’s up?"

Sheng Yu hesitated, then said, "Dad, I’ve liked Brother Leng for five years, can you ask him to marry me?"

Elder Sheng laughed heartily, "My daughter has grown up and wants to get married?"

Sheng Yu clung to his arm, "Please, dad."

Elder Sheng nodded, "Aleng is indeed a man worth entrusting your life to. After this operation, I’ll talk to him."

Sheng Yu’s heart finally felt some relief, the previous irritation disappearing like smoke.

In the next room.

Bo Leng stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He peeled off a circular magnetic patch from the back of his neck and placed it on the washstand, then slowly rolled up the human skin mask from the side of his ear, revealing a face with well-defined features and handsome angles.

He squinted at his reflection in the mirror. Due to the nature of his job, only at night could he reveal such a face.

He murmured, "Who am I, really?"