Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 61: Slapping An Yirou in the Face

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Slapping An Yirou in the Face

Zhou Yi opened the velvet box, revealing a red rose brooch inside. The petals of the rose were made of red crushed diamonds, intricately inlaid, a testament to an extremely exquisite and stunning craftsmanship.

"Knowing that I love red roses, you really put thought into this." Delight filled her eyes as she looked at the engraving behind the petals, "Is this AY’s?"

This brooch had been crafted by An Yan before, and because she was very satisfied with it, she had always treasured it.

It just so happened to be Old Madam Fu’s birthday celebration, and upon hearing that she had a special fondness for red roses, An Yan decided to give it to her as a gift.

An Yan nodded, "It’s AY’s collector’s item, not available for sale on the market."

"How could Sister have bought a piece that’s not even sold on the market?" An Yirou’s voice rang out from behind.

An Yan found the sound unbearably grating. She turned her head and replied coldly, "I naturally have my own ways of acquiring it."

An Yirou let go of Fu Chenyu’s arm and walked up to Old Madam Fu, placing a red box on the ground, "Grandma, happy birthday. This is my birthday present for you."

Zhou Yi didn’t like An Yirou, even though she had become her prospective granddaughter-in-law. She never had a good impression of mistresses.

She said thank you but did not even look inside the box, handing it to Qiao Jie, "Put it away."

Qiao Jie nodded slightly and passed it to an assistant.

An Yirou felt humiliated by the lack of attention to her gift compared to the regard for An Yan’s. She spoke up, "I’m curious how Sister could buy a collector’s item from AY."

An Yan gave her a sidelong glance, "Is that your business?"

An Yirou pressed her lips together, looking particularly aggrieved, "I’m just worried that Sister might have been deceived and ended up buying a fake AY product."

Bai Qinghan, who had been silent until then, sneered, "Do you think everything others buy is fake and only yours is real?"

An Yirou straightened her back, "I am merely concerned for my sister. Why must Young Master Bai be so aggressive? Besides, the gift I brought is a Ming Dynasty Jingtai Cloisonné box, which cost more than thirty million. How could it be fake?"

An Yan chuckled lightly, "The ’Cloisonné’ from Hua Country, formally known as ’Copper Tire Cloisonné’, peaked during the Jingtai Period. As far as I know, all existing Cloisonné boxes are in private hands. Even if one were to be sold now, it would not go for less than eighty million."

An Yirou felt challenged, especially by a country bumpkin, and immediately showed her displeasure, "Are you suggesting that my Cloisonné box is fake?"

Qiao Jie thought An Yan was pretending to know and opened the red box, "Miss An seems to be very knowledgeable, so why don’t you appraise it for us?"

An Yan was well aware that Qiao Jie was not giving her the opportunity to embarrass An Yirou, but rather was expecting her to make a fool of herself.

She found the pair of earrings in the box particularly glaring and walked up after a brief glance.

An attendant handed over a pair of white gloves quickly, which An Yan put on before she took out the Cloisonné box from the red box and examined it closely.

After a moment, she spoke with conviction, "This is definitely a counterfeit."

An Yirou objected immediately, "That’s impossible!"

Her voice was loud, attracting the attention of many people, who quickly gathered around.

An Yan addressed Fu Haichuan and Zhou Yi, "Grandpa, Grandma, this Cloisonné box is indeed a counterfeit. This imperial Cloisonné lotus scroll box, with its raised eight-petal lotus form on both the cover and the box, is decorated on the exterior with a light blue glaze as the background color. These imitations are exquisitely done, but the core of the blooming lotus on the top of the cover has several trembling lines, which are easily overlooked if one does not observe carefully."

Fu Haichuan was somewhat astonished. How could a girl from the countryside pronounce such professional terms?

Zhou Yi grew even fonder of An Yan. Whether it was her eloquence or her firm and tenacious spirit, it was much to her liking.

An Yirou’s face turned pale, "You can’t just decide it’s fake based on your word. You’ve never studied appraising, you could easily be mistaken."

An Yan scoffed, "You know me so well? How do you know I haven’t studied it? You haven’t even seen me three months ago, right?"

An Yirou was taken aback. Despite her retort, wasn’t An Yan just a country girl they had found?

At that moment, An Zaili, Du Xinlan, and Yang Suhua stepped out from the crowd.

Yang Suhua said with a smile, "An Yan, what are you causing trouble for? Today is Old Madam Fu’s birthday; don’t make a spectacle of yourself here."

An Zaili also added, "Yes, An Yan. Let’s not pretend to know what we don’t."

Du Xinlan felt the angriest, as An Yan had challenged her daughter, "This is a piece I accompanied Yirou to purchase at auction with real money, how could it be fake?"

Qiao Jie, with a keen eye, saw the appraising expert Zou Mingyuan about to leave the crowd, "Master Zou, could you please help us appraise this?"

Zou Mingyuan really didn’t want to offend anyone, cursing inwardly at being called out just as he was about to leave.

He gritted his teeth and stepped forward, "Old Master Fu, Old Madam Fu."

Fu Haichuan nodded, "Then we’ll trouble Master Zou to take a look."

Zou Mingyuan nodded, donning the white gloves before carefully examining the Cloisonné box.

Shortly after, he looked at Fu Haichuan, "This Cloisonné box is indeed a counterfeit."

An Yirou’s originally smiling face instantly froze, she said in disbelief, "How could that be?"

Zou Mingyuan cleared his throat, "The lady here is correct, the patterns do have an issue."

"You must be a plant she brought in!" An Yirou exclaimed furiously.

Zou Mingyuan felt she was unreasonable, "What’s true is true, and what’s fake is fake! I don’t even know this lady, why would I act as her shill?"

"Maybe you’ve taken a liking to her..."

An Yirou had not finished speaking when her face was struck aside by Fu Chenyu.

"Bitch, still not ashamed enough to embarrass me? Get out!"

An Yirou covered her face, her eyes bloodshot. She thought about leaving, but she couldn’t bear it.

She challenged An Yan, "What evidence do you have that this brooch is from AY?"

An Yan raised her eyebrows slightly; this was indeed hard to prove since no one else had seen the brooch, not even Su Yue had seen it.

An Yirou sneered, "Can’t prove it, can you? I was deceived, while you are a deceiver! There’s a fundamental difference between us! If I were you, I’d have no face to stay here!"

Murmurs of disdain rose.

"Being deceived is understandable, but deceiving others is a matter of character."

"Exactly, trying to climb up to the Fu family, such despicable means."

"To dare to fool people at the old lady’s birthday, what audacity."

"It was the right choice for Young Master Fu not to choose her! Such a person, too vain!"

"At such a young age, but you can’t tell how scheming she is!"

...

"Who has such a foul mouth!" Su Yue came arm in arm with Si Heng, "Who says that brooch is fake! Where is the evidence!"

She let go of Si Heng’s arm and pointed at a socialite, "What evidence do you have, blabbering on and on?"

The socialite huffed, "Then what evidence do you have to prove that her brooch is from AY?"

Su Yue smoothed her wavy long hair, her crimson lips curling up, "Because I am Su Yue, the founder of Galaxy!"

The crowd inhaled sharply, having heard that there were two founders of Galaxy; one named Su Yue, and the other very mysterious, not even known to be male or female.

The socialite, wearing AY’s evening gown, instantly shut her mouth.

An Yirou then remembered that this woman was the one she had encountered at Yinsha International Mall, the woman who had been with An Yan.

She couldn’t believe she was actually the founder of Galaxy!

How could this be?

She gritted her teeth, "The founder of Galaxy has never shown their face, it’s always Director Gao who appears in public. Maybe you’re an impostor!"

Gao Min came forward, "Hello everyone, I am Gao Min, the director of Galaxy Design Studio. I can verify that this beautiful lady here is indeed the founder of Galaxy Design Studio, Su Yue! If Miss An continues to question me, I can provide a DNA test report to prove that I am Gao Min, and Gao Min is me!"

An Yirou wanted to say something else when Fu Chenyu slapped her yet again resoundingly.

"Now, get out of my sight!"

An Yirou’s eyes brimmed with tears, "Chenyu brother, I’m your wife! You should stand by me!"

Fu Chenyu gnashed his teeth with hatred, "Are you unaware of how you got this position? Get out! Disgraceful creature!"

An Yan’s lips curled, "If I were you, I’d absolutely have no face to stick around here."

She threw An Yirou’s words back at her.

An Yirou, clenching her teeth, rushed out of the banquet hall.

Du Xinlan followed her out, worried.

Yang Suhua was filled with hatred for An Yan, "You did this on purpose to embarrass Yirou! How could you be so excessive!"

An Yan responded lightheartedly, "Was it me who forced you to buy it? Or did I, knowing it was a fake, still insisted it was genuine? Do you think everyone else is a fool? Questioning the authenticity of the brooch I gifted was at her own initiative, wasn’t it?"

Yang Suhua’s hands trembled with fury, and she cursed venomously before leaving without looking back.

An Zaili’s face was heavy with concern. After a heavy sigh, he also left briskly.

Bai Qinghan moved in close to An Yan, "An Yan, you’re amazing. When did you learn to appraise treasures?"

An Yan told the plain truth, "More than a decade ago."

The crowd: "..."

Fu Haichuan’s expression was dark; after all, An Yirou was Fu Chenyu’s intended fiancée, and this incident was especially humiliating for him.

Realizing the mood, the crowd dispersed, leaving only the Fu family present.

Fu Jinqiao excitedly took An Yan to eat desserts but was stopped by Fu Haichuan, "Hold on. An Yan, come here."