Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 343 Teaching Song Xue, Knowing the Truth

Chapter 343: Chapter 343 Teaching Song Xue, Knowing the Truth

The next afternoon, outside the police station.

Song Xue was very surprised that she was released instead of being sentenced.

After all, she had indeed framed Fu Shiyan, and the evidence was conclusive.

Just for the crime of defamation alone, given the gravity of the situation, she could very likely have been sentenced to a fixed-term imprisonment of three to ten years.

Mu Anyan had said at the time to let the ace lawyer Song Chao sue her, and she thought she was definitely going to get ten years, but why is it now that they are no longer suing her?

Suddenly, she remembered what Mu Anyan had said to her, "No matter how many years you’re sentenced, once you get out of the police station, I’ll definitely come find you to settle the score. Anyone who wants to mess with Mu Anyan’s man doesn’t check to see if I’m a pushover!"

Song Xue was panicking. She turned her head to look at the police officer, "Mu Anyan threatened me before. Now that she’s not suing me, she just wants to persecute me directly. I want to go back to the police station, I don’t want to come out."

The officer frowned, "What’s wrong with you? They don’t sue you, and you still want to go to jail voluntarily. Hurry up and leave. From now on, do less of those dirty deeds, go, go, go!"

Song Xue was chased away, clutching her clothes as she quickly walked away along the street.

She was terrified of being retaliated against.

Because the surveillance footage went viral, many people on the street recognized her, all pointing and whispering.

She knew she was in the wrong and didn’t argue, only wanting to flee as quickly as possible.

She flagged down a taxi on the roadside, but when the driver saw her, he not only cursed her as shameless but also refused to take her.

It wasn’t just that one car. Every taxi that passed did the same.

Song Xue was annoyed but helpless, and in the end, walked back to her apartment ten kilometers away.

She grumbled as she entered the fingerprint code into her door, just as she kicked off her high heels and was about to rest on the sofa, her feet seemed to root to the spot, unable to move.

She looked with horror at the woman sitting nonchalantly on the sofa, and her breathing grew ragged.

"How did you, how did you get in here?"

An Yan rested her hands on the back of the sofa and tilted her head, smiling at her, "I naturally came in through the door, fair and square."

"This is breaking and entering, you’re breaking the law!"

An Yan curved her lips, "You have the nerve to talk about the law? Don’t you know what you’ve done? Now there’s no one in Hua Country who doesn’t recognize you."

Song Xue gnashed her teeth, "That’s all because of you, you ruined me! If you hadn’t released that surveillance footage, I wouldn’t have been cursed by the whole internet!"

An Yan sneered. This kind of person truly never knew how outrageous their actions were, and when it came time to reap what they sowed, they still blamed others.

She was too lazy to argue right or wrong with her. She was here today to make it clear that what goes around comes around eventually.

She slowly stood up and walked step by step towards Song Xue.

Song Xue watched as An Yan’s lips were tinged with a chilly arc, and that icy gaze seemed to pin her in place. Her legs went weak, and her hanging hands couldn’t help but clench, "What do you want to do? Violence won’t solve any problems!"

An Yan stood in front of her and enunciated each word, "Violence can’t solve problems, but it can solve the person who creates the problems."

She slightly curved her rose-colored lips and fiercely slapped Song Xue’s already swollen face.

Song Xue was slapped to the ground, her hand covering her face, and she backed away, "I apologize, I was wrong, I’m sorry to you all!"

An Yan clicked her tongue lightly, "It’s too late for apologies. However, you can say something useful. Think carefully. I’ve got all day to keep you company in thinking."

She bent down and directly grabbed Song Xue’s hair, dragging her in front of the sofa.

An Yan took a seat, pulled out a pack of wet wipes, and leisurely cleaned her fingers, "Take your time."

Song Xue’s whole body hurt everywhere. Looking at An Yan on the sofa, that wasn’t a woman, that was a demon, a demon come to claim her life.

Her eyes darted around, avoiding eye contact, refusing to speak, and stalling for time.

An Yan glanced at her wristwatch, "Although I have time, I’m not a patient person. Since you’re not talking, I’ll ask, who wired you the money?"

Song Xue kept her head down, silent.

An Yan hooked her chin up with the tip of her shoe, "I’ll count to three, one front tooth.

Song Xue hurriedly said, "I don’t know them, the other side contacted me directly, offering me one million to find a way to seduce Fu Shiyan.

If I couldn’t seduce him, then I was to ruin his reputation.

I’m President Zhang’s mistress, so I thought to start from him.

He just made some moves in the HR department and got me placed there.

At first, my plan was to seduce him if possible, after all, a man like Fu Shiyan is rare in the world, and then I would have dumped President Zhang.

But it turned out Fu Shiyan was completely indifferent to women, cold as ice, and given the circumstances at the time, I just thought I might as well ruin his reputation.

After all, I had taken the other party’s money.

I swear, I’m not lying to you, I really don’t know who they are!"

An Yan’s eyes were calm like water, yet carried a detached chill that instilled fear.

Fearing another beating, Song Xue hurriedly said, "I didn’t even touch a hair on Shiyan’s head, please let me go."

An Yan hummed lightly.

Song Xue’s eyes brightened, and she thanked her repeatedly.

An Yan got up, dusting off non-existent dust from her clothes, "What goes around comes around. The evil you’ve done is overdue for repayment."

Song Xue didn’t understand her meaning until An Yan opened the door and a wealthy looking woman barged in furiously with a group of bodyguards.

She recognized the woman as Mrs. Zhang.

The woman waved her hand, "Beat her to a pulp, strip her naked and throw her on the street. She’s been making me a cuckold for so long; I must vent this pent-up anger!"

Song Xue shouted at An Yan’s receding back, "Mrs. Fu, I’ve told you the truth, you shouldn’t kick a person when they’re down!"

An Yan looked back at Song Xue on the ground with not a trace of sympathy, "When you framed my husband, did you consider the psychological trauma you caused him?

How much negative impact it might have on my children?

Whether you tell me or not, it just determines if I find out the truth about this matter sooner or later.

Also, I said I would settle the score with you thoroughly, and I wasn’t joking. Do you think it ends with Mrs. Zhang?

No, this is just the beginning.

You must bear the consequences of the sins you have committed."

Song Xue broke down crying, "Mrs. Fu, I beg you, you’ve done so many good deeds, you’re so kind, please forgive me!"

An Yan’s lips curved slightly, "Kindness has its limits. Should I be unhappy just to appease you? Let me tell you something, I’ve never been the good person you think I am."

She closed the door, shutting out everything inside.

Whatever happened to Song Xue, she brought it upon herself.

Later it was heard that Mrs. Zhang had contacted several other high society ladies who had been cuckolded by Song Xue; they took turns teaching Song Xue a lesson. Then, one of them who had some connections managed to send Song Xue to a red-light district abroad.