Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 290: Bo Leng’s Cunning Move Infuriates An Yan

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Bo Leng’s Cunning Move Infuriates An Yan

An Yan returned to the hotel, took off the human skin mask and quickly showered.

After coming out, she dried her hair and leaned against the headboard to make a video call.

After two rings, the call connected.

Fu Mu’an’s handsome face appeared on the screen, "Mom, good evening."

This earnest greeting made An Yan burst into laughter, "Good evening, Anan, did you miss Mom?"

"A little, quite a bit, a lot, particularly, enormously, supremely— which one do you think it is?"

An Yan pretended to ponder deeply, "Let’s go with the last one."

Fu Mu’an sighed, "You always guess right, do you have to be so smart?"

An Yan laughed, "Anan, you’ve become humorous."

The kid, Fu Mu’an, furrowed his brows, "Wasn’t I humorous before?"

"You were humorous before, now even more so." An Yan asked, "Where’s Yanyan?"

Fu Mu’an turned the camera to show Fu Jinyan lying on the bed, "Yanyan is particularly gloomy today."

"Why is that?"

Fu Mu’an replied, "Today classmates said there is a big villain named Fu Shenxing, and they said Jinyan and Shenxing are from the same family."

An Yan burst into laughter, "Jinyan and Shenxing are from the same family? Yanyan."

"Mom is calling you, don’t be a slouch." Fu Mu’an passed the tablet to Fu Jinyan.

Fu Jinyan sat up abruptly, holding the tablet with both hands, his eyes reddened, "Mom, they said I am the second Fu Shenxing, I don’t want to be the man who knows half the penal code."

An Yan stifled a laugh, "Our Yanyan will certainly not become that kind of person. We need to be upright, kind, and brave. Living in this world doesn’t require paying attention to how others judge us, as long as we have a clear conscience."

Yanyan sniffed and nodded, "Mom, I understand. When are you coming back? Both brother and I miss you."

An Yan thought for a moment, "Mom’s not sure yet, but I’ll definitely be back within a week. Do you want anything delicious when I return?"

Fu Jinyan shook his head, "We don’t want anything; we just want you to come back soon."

A wave of warmth washed over An Yan, and she softly agreed.

She chatted with the two kids a bit more before hanging up the video call.

An Yan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a vacant gaze.

She thought, if these five years hadn’t been filled with Anan and Yanyan, without Fu Shiyan’s days, she would have struggled to survive.

At that moment, her phone vibrated.

It was a call from Mu Qianfan.

She swiped the screen, "Big brother."

"Little Five, Jinqiao and I are at the Ningcheng Judicial Appraisal Department; the bottle only has your fingerprints."

An Yan furrowed her brows, "Only mine? How is that possible?"

"I suspect he has no fingerprints. Some movies depict it, either rubbed off or wearing some special substance on the fingertips."

An Yan chuckled softly, "Probably to avoid being identified. These tomb robbers are very cautious. The tomb-robbing gang behind him is experienced."

"How are things on your side?"

"Everything is ready except for the opportunity. I’ll make sure to bring back the cultural relics intact."

"Be very careful."

"Don’t worry, I’m close to Xiangcheng here, and if something happens, Bi Zhan and Bi Chong are here."

An Yan turned off the screen and pressed on her temples.

Could Bo Leng be Fu Shiyan?

An Yan felt a bit of a headache.

Forget it, no more thinking.

She played a recording, put on an eye mask, and listened as she fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Fuhai sent Bo Leng out of the clubhouse.

Bo Leng gave him a cold glance, "Make sure to keep your mouth tight, or else."

He curved his lips into a dangerous smile and made a throat-slashing gesture.

Fuhai felt a chill down his spine, feeling as if a cold knife was placed on his neck.

He quickly said, "I understand, you can rely on me."

Bo Leng chuckled softly and drove away.

Fuhai took a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hurried back to his office, and took a pill from a drawer.

This man must be crazy.

Just now, the two of them were sitting face to face when he put a revolver on the table without a word.

He said, "There’s only one bullet inside. Do you dare to play?"

Fuhai certainly didn’t dare to play, "Sir, if you have something to say, let’s not play such dangerous games."

The man laughed, "Okay, just as long as you do as I told, I actually won’t make it difficult for you, just don’t tell Tu Long in advance. Otherwise..."

He glanced at the revolver on the table, "Otherwise, I will come to play this game with you every day, and with your family too."

Fuhai covered his heart with his hand; how had he gotten himself into this situation?

At seven o’clock the next evening, Jinse Clubhouse.

An Yan, impersonating Tu Long, entered the underground auction and went straight backstage to look for Fuhai.

Fuhai suppressed the nervousness in his heart, "I was just about to call you. The seller just came and took two antiques claiming he won’t be auctioning them today."

An Yan was taken aback, "Changed his mind suddenly?"

Fuhai’s heartbeat quickened, and he nodded, "Yes, the seller just left."

"Just left?"

"Yes, a tall, pretty handsome guy."

"What’s his last name?"

"Bo."

An Yan bit her teeth in anger, her eyes narrowed as she stared at him, "Fuhai, you’re not playing tricks on me with him, are you?"

"Of course not. How dare I play tricks on you!"

"You better not be, otherwise the antiques world will expel you."

Fuhai nodded repeatedly, checking the time, "The auction is about to start. I’ll pack these three genuine items for you, then I have to go host."

He packed the three genuine items into An Yan’s backpack, then nodded and quickly left.

Both of those guys, neither can he afford to offend.

An Yan took out her laptop from her backpack, accessed the surveillance to check on Bo Leng’s whereabouts.

Her eyes fell on his irritating face, and she jabbed her finger on the screen over his head, "Burst your dog head! Jab jab jab!"

In the surveillance, Bo Leng with a bag entered the elevator, then got off on the fourth floor, and swiped his card to enter room 409.

An Yan took a deep breath, determined to leave with five antiques tonight.

She packed her backpack, pulled down her cap and walked out of backstage, striding toward the elevator.

At that moment, Sheng Yu, dazzlingly dressed, left the auction room for the restroom.

The two barely brushed past each other.

Since she came out from the backstage, Sheng Yu unconsciously looked back at her.

An Yan pressed the elevator button, entered, and pressed the number 4.

When the elevator doors opened, An Yan stepped out and headed straight for the door of room 409.

Knock, knock, knock!

The door opened, and Bo Leng’s tall figure blocked the doorway, "Who are you looking for?"

An Yan really wanted to jab his eyes out, she couldn’t stand the sight of him.

The plan was set; she would take the genuine items, and when Fuhai was introducing the antiques at the auction, he would pretend to discover that the items were fake.

The sellers definitely wouldn’t dare cause a scene at the auction, as these antiques were acquired by less than legitimate means.

Once this information got out, they would be watched by the Cultural Relics Bureau and the police, they could only suffer in silence.

At that moment, An Yan would appear as Tu Long and suppress them, driving this group of tomb robbers out of the antiques world.

No auction house would accept antiques from them afterward, cutting off their revenue stream.

As for why not inform the police and let the law deal with them, An Yan had personal reasons; she was worried that Bo Leng might be Fu Shiyan.

Now, this perfect plan, had been ruined by Bo Leng, this jerk.

An Yan spoke sharply, "Looking for you!"

Bo Leng chuckled lightly, "Sorry, I didn’t call for any special services."

An Yan: "..."

Seeing the door about to close, An Yan violently rammed the door open and flashed inside, her fingertip armed with a silver needle pressed against Bo Leng’s neck.

Confronted with the sudden assault, Bo Leng raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Sorry, I’m really not interested in men. Even if you force me, I will not compromise."