Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 299: An Yan Sheds Tu Long’s Disguise

Chapter 299: Chapter 299: An Yan Sheds Tu Long’s Disguise

The guests within the auction venue were also drawn by the voice, all looking up.

A man and a woman walked shoulder to shoulder.

The man was tall and slender, his features as if meticulously carved by God, exquisitely delicate. His dark eyes were shrouded with a bloodthirsty anger, his presence overwhelmingly forceful.

The woman had a cascade of black hair draped to her waist, making her small, fair face even more luminously translucent. A bone-chilling coldness misted from the depths of her eyes, a cold and detached aura surrounding her.

Together, they evoked a term in people’s minds.

Perfect match!

"Isn’t that guy Fu Shiyan? Am I seeing things?"

"He looks like it to me too!"

"Wasn’t it rumored that he had died? Has he been found?"

"And the woman is Mu Anyan! Are they appearing together as a couple?"

"Anyway, it looks like we might be saved."

...

An Yan glanced at the injured old man and instructed Bi Chong’s subordinates, "Take him to the hospital and call the police."

The subordinate nodded, "Yes, Young Miss."

An Yan narrowed her eyes at the father and daughter on the auction stage, rage welling up from within her.

She tilted her chin up slightly, and the two who were restraining Sheng Yu let go of their grasp.

Sheng Yu was furious, shouting the word "bitch" before charging down the stage.

An Yan stopped in her tracks, watching the fist hurtling towards her face, lifted her hand to grab the assailant’s wrist, pivoted, and threw the attacker over her shoulder.

Sheng Yu felt as if all her internal organs were about to be shattered. Earlier it had been her chest that hurt, her face that ached, and now every organ in her body was in pain.

She saw An Yan looking down at her with eyes that seemed to regard her as trash.

"Bitch!" Sheng Yu vented her internal rage.

An Yan chuckled lightly, simply extending her hand.

Bi Chong hurried forward, placing a pair of white gloves in her hand.

An Yan put them on and said coldly, "Get up."

Sheng Yu felt intimidated, remembering how she and Dongzi had been beaten up in the alley that day.

But Fu Shiyan was just standing there, and she had to rise; she couldn’t be looked down upon.

Sheng Yu clenched her teeth and got up, her previously elegant dress now wrinkled and disheveled.

She raised both fists to her chest, her gaze fierce, "I have been by his side for five years, why do you get to take him away the moment you show up? Why!"

She lunged at An Yan with a rapid punch.

An Yan caught her fist and slapped her across the left cheek.

Sheng Yu’s mouth corner bled from the hit; she launched her other fist in a frenzy, only for An Yan to grab the incoming wrist, twist it harshly backward, and slap her left cheek again with a backhand.

An Yan’s execution was precise, swift, and harsh.

Soon, Sheng Yu’s left cheek swelled beyond recognition.

An Yan clicked her tongue, "I might have hit too hard. The right cheek I got hit on before isn’t as swollen as the left one now."

She smiled at Sheng Yu, "Should I even it out for you?"

Sheng Yu trembled all over at An Yan’s seemingly harmless smile, "No, no need."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "Then how about I give you Fu Shiyan, would you want him?"

Sheng Yu blurted out, "I want him!"

An Yan sneered and fiercely slapped her right cheek, "Do you deserve him?"

Sheng Yu fell to the ground, her heart filled with unwillingness yet fearful of being beaten again, involuntarily scuttling backward.

An Yan asked again, "I give you Fu Shiyan, do you want him?"

Sheng Yu hesitantly shook her head, "I don’t want him anymore, don’t want him."

An Yan bent down and pinched her chin, "Did you think that by removing the tracker from the necklace, Ayan and I would never see each other again?"

Sheng Yu suddenly clenched her fists; that was exactly what she had thought, only to regret that yet they had still met!

An Yan snorted coldly, took off her gloves, and flung them onto Sheng Yu’s face, "Have you even looked at yourself? You dare covet the man of Mu Anyan?"

Sheng Yu sobbed uncontrollably; she saw that divine man standing not far away, not even sparing her a glance, her heart chilled with desolation.

She burst into loud sobs: where did she fall short?

"Fu Shiyan, my daughter saved your life five years ago, is this how you show gratitude?" Sheng Xing roared from the stage, "Fine, if that’s how it is, let’s go down together!"

He looked around the auction venue and shouted, "This man, Fu Shiyan, was saved by my daughter five years ago. Afterwards, he joined our tomb-robbing gang. He is a Tomb Robber! For the past five years, he has robbed countless graves! He is tainted! And when the police come to arrest people, they should take him away too!"

An Yan arched an eyebrow, "Keep talking nonsense."

Sheng Xing’s eyes bulged, "I’m telling the truth, I’m not making it up!"

An Yan scoffed, "Who would believe the words of a tomb robber, a murderer? Besides, everything must be supported by evidence, right?"

Overwhelmed, Sheng Xing blurted out, "Fu Shiyan lost his memory, so we gave him a name, Bo Leng! Everyone in our team knows about Bo Leng!"

"Team? A crime syndicate and you have the nerve to call it a team?" An Yan snorted coldly, "Your gang knows Bo Leng! What does he have to do with Fu Shiyan?"

Sheng Xing’s head buzzed.

Bo Leng, this person, everything about him, from his appearance to his identity and fingerprints, was fake—nonexistent, fictional.

Within the gang, only he and Sheng Yu knew Fu Shiyan’s true identity; none of the others were aware.

For so many years, no one knew that Fu Shiyan was actually behind the mask of Bo Leng.

This was a death without evidence.

An Yan looked at everyone, "My husband Fu Shiyan was indeed severely injured five years ago, but he has been recovering and receiving treatment at a secret base and has only recently recovered. He came with me this time because of the theft at the ancient tomb in Banqiao Town."

Sheng Xing countered, "That’s not true! Do you think people will believe you just like that? You are family! Everyone in my team can prove that Bo Leng is Fu Shiyan!"

Several people, led by Guo Bei, echoed in agreement, although they did not know that Bo Leng was Fu Shiyan.

The crowd also began to buzz with discussion.

An Yan took out a hood, a human skin mask, and a magnetic tag from Fu Shiyan’s pocket, and in an instant, Tu Long appeared.

"Hello everyone, I am not only Guyue, my other identity is Tu Long. I’m sure many in the antiques world have seen me, and I’ve established many rescue foundations. I swear on my name that what I have said is all true."

Everyone was shocked.

An Yan = Guyue = Tu Long!

Sheng Xing could never have imagined that An Yan was Tu Long, "Impossible! How can this be!"

Sheng Yu also froze in shock. Wasn’t this the face she had seen on her way to the restroom?

She could never have guessed that behind that human skin mask was Mu Anyan.

Why does she get to have all these accolades?

Why does she come from such a good family?

Why does she have so many things that she shouldn’t have?

It’s not fair!

This is too unfair!

She felt such hatred!

"We trust Tu Long’s character! You tomb robber, murderer!"

"Tu Long is a deity in the world of antiques, he has done so many good deeds, who are you to compare?"

"Exactly, you’re just a robber!"

"We are all witnesses! We will see to it that you are sentenced to death!"

...

At that moment, several armed policemen arrived.

Everyone pointed out Sheng Xing’s crimes, and with him caught red-handed, whether it was cultural relics or the balance in his card.

The evidence was irrefutable; severe legal sanctions awaited him.

Sheng Xing yelled at the police, "They’ve got guns too, you have to arrest them!"

Bi Zhan and Bi Chong each took out a badge, and upon seeing it, the chief immediately saluted.

This scene left Sheng Xing stunned, "Who, who exactly are you?"

The chief glanced at him coldly, "Do you think you deserve to know? Take him away!"

Sheng Xing, Sheng Yu, and their gang were taken away. The guests at the venue were especially eager to go to the police station to give their statements, after all, their money was still in Sheng Xing’s card.

As Fuhai passed by An Yan, he looked her up and down.

Fu Shiyan did not appreciate this kind of gaze. He stepped in front of An Yan and said coldly, "What, do you want to play Russian roulette?"

Fuhai’s mouth hung open wide enough to fit two eggs, "You, you, you!"

Fu Shiyan raised an eyebrow, "Who am I?"

Fuhai swallowed hard, "You are Fu Shiyan!"

Fu Shiyan laughed softly, "Scram."

Fuhai nodded, "Okay!"

Suddenly, the previously noisy auction hall was left with only An Yan, Fu Shiyan, Bi Zhan, Bi Chong, and a few others.

Bi Chong blew on his badge, "Never thought this thing would actually come in handy."

Bi Zhan gave him a sideward glance, "It’s an honor, not a ’thing.’"

Bi Chong pursed his lips, "You say our chief has been missing for five years, what has he been up to?"

Bi Zhan chuckled, "Perhaps he lost his memory and couldn’t find his way home."

Bi Chong’s brow furrowed, then turned to Fu Shiyan with an incredulous look, "Do you have any relationship with the Bureau of Secrecy?"