Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 75 Wedding 3

Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Wedding 3

Fu Chenyu looked at An Yirou clutching the hem of his trousers and shook her off mercilessly.

Blood reddened the pure white wedding dress, and despair filled An Yirou’s eyes, "My stomach hurts so much! Brother Chenyu, save me!"

Fu Haichuan saw that the situation was grim. After all, this was the Fu Family’s first great-grandchild. He struggled to his feet, "Chenyu, quickly carry Yirou to the hospital!"

Fu Chenyu truly didn’t want to save her. Even though the child in An Yirou’s belly was his, he wished it would miscarry, so he could divorce her.

He pressed his tongue to his cheek, lifted her in his arms, and strode towards the banquet hall’s main door.

Du Xinlan ran out following them.

An Zaili and Yang Suhua stayed behind, suppressing the pain in their hearts, after all, they still had to clean up the mess.

Fu Haichuan was extremely dissatisfied with An Yan. If it weren’t for her provoking An Yirou, An Yirou wouldn’t have fallen and endangered the child in her belly.

He pointed at An Yan with his cane, "Regardless of whether you had an engagement with the Fu Family in the past, that’s in the past now! From now on, you and the Fu Family have nothing to do with each other! You are not welcome here, get out!"

An Yan’s cold face bore a trace of a smile, which to those watching seemed exceptionally cruel, given that her stepsister might be having a miscarriage.

"Does this person have no heart? Happy to see someone miscarry, is that it?"

"Not a shred of sympathy, truly inhuman!"

"Screwing up someone else’s wedding, that’s just immoral!"

"Really, what kind of things is she capable of doing!"

...

An Yan caressed the microphone stand, "Sorry, I haven’t finished speaking, so I can’t leave."

Fu Haichuan pounded his cane, "Someone, throw her out for me!"

Fu Shiyan’s expression changed, and he stepped forward.

But someone else beat him to it, rushing to An Yan’s side.

Bai Qinghan glared at everyone, "I’d like to see who dares!"

Fu Haichuan looked at Fu Shiyan, "Shiyan!"

Fu Shiyan took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the stage, turned around and, with a towering presence like an inaccessible pine, intimidated everyone. He said coldly, "Let her speak."

Fu Haichuan looked at him in shock, "You!"

An Yan chuckled softly, "The words I’m going to say next are responsible ones, directed at the Fu Family. Are you sure you don’t want to listen?"

Fu Haichuan felt for the first time in his life like his lungs were about to explode with rage, "Speak!"

An Yan glanced at the crowd below the stage and tapped the control panel. A test report appeared on the screen, with a pseudonym for a name.

She smiled and said, "This is An Yirou’s test report. Her pregnancy is not seven weeks but four weeks. As to whose child it is, Fu Chenyu knows best. Let me share a little knowledge with everyone: Pregnancy is counted from the last menstrual period."

An Zaili turned ashen. An Yan’s words implied that the child in An Yirou’s belly was not Fu Chenyu’s at all.

If it wasn’t... the consequences were unthinkable.

Zhou Yi supported Fu Haichuan and looked at An Yan, "An Yan, you must take responsibility for these words!"

"If you want to know the truth, I suggest you arrange for a trustworthy doctor," An Yan said with a smile.

An Zaili hurried to Fu Haichuan’s side, "It’s impossible, don’t listen to An Yan’s nonsense, the child in Yirou’s belly is definitely Chenyu’s."

Fu Jingxiang snorted, "Whether or not it’s the blood of the Fu Family, just a test will tell." He called Yang Limin, "Have Chenyu get checked at the Fu Corporation’s hospital!"

An Zaili’s eyes almost burst with fire, "It must be!" He looked at An Yan, "What exactly are you making a fuss about?"

An Yan’s smile vanished rapidly, "I already said that I didn’t make the video. But every time something happened, you blamed me for it, which is intolerable. At first, I was only prepared to see how you would act before deciding whether to go public or not. But you’ve been too disappointing. So today, let’s have a big reveal. I want to ask Mr. An, what exactly is your relationship to An Yirou?"

An Zaili was stunned, looking into An Yan’s eyes filled with sorrow, desolation, and despair.

His breathing almost stopped; An Yan must have known, otherwise, she wouldn’t be asking like this.

He clenched his fists, "An Yan, aren’t you making Daddy feel embarrassed?"

An Yan tapped the screen, displaying a paternity test report for everyone to see.

The result was: Father-daughter relationship.

An Yan looked at him coldly, "This is the DNA test report of An Yirou and An Zaili. Yirou and I are the same age, so when my mother was pregnant, your mistress Du Xinlan was also pregnant.

After my mother passed away, you couldn’t wait to bring her in, abandoning me in the countryside under the guise of jinxing my parents, while you two comfortably lived in the Xu Family’s villa, enjoyed the Xu Family’s resources and squandered the Xu Family’s wealth.

I didn’t think much of it at first, but during these four months since I’ve been back, your attitudes toward me have made me suspicious, and now it turns out An Yirou is indeed your biological child!

Mr. An, you’ve committed bigamy, I will sue you in court, and you will be stripped of all the An Family’s property!

I want you to leave with nothing but the clothes on your back!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire banquet hall erupted.

"So the legitimate child was discarded in the countryside, while the mistress’s child was brought into the house."

"The mistress took over the legitimate wife’s position, and now the mistress’s daughter is stealing the legitimate daughter’s fiancé!"

"This is too melodramatic, it must run in the mistress’s genes!"

"An Zaili looks so respectable, who would have thought he was such a sanctimonious hypocrite!"

"The An Family is finished, tsk tsk tsk!"

...

An Zaili’s whole body was trembling; he had never expected An Yan to deal him such a fatal blow.

Now he could only pray that the child in An Yirou’s belly was indeed Fu Chenyu’s.

Otherwise, the An Family would be done for.

An Zaili, tears streaming down his face, "An Yan, I am your father, why must you be so aggressive?"

An Yan chuckled lightly, "I am ashamed to have you as a father!"

She lifted her radiant smile to the crowd below, "I’m truly sorry for taking up such a sacred wedding venue and societal resources."

She playfully waved at the camera, "My friends from the media outside, I guess you’ve got plenty of material for writing today, don’t forget the follow-up reports!"

The crowd: "..." This is the legendary attitude of relishing the drama regardless of the scale!

An Yan turned to Bai Qinghan, "Thank you, Young Master Bai."

Bai Qinghan nodded, "Don’t worry, with me here, no one will dare to bully you!"

Fu Shiyan’s expression turned shockingly dark, "Get An Yan out of here first."

Bai Qinghan murmured a soft "Hmm," "Leave it to me."

What do you mean, leave it to you?

Watching Bai Qinghan loosely encircling An Yan’s waist, Fu Shiyan felt his anger surge, wanting nothing more than to chop off that obnoxious hand.

Fu Shiyan called Si Heng, "Have Su Yue take An Yan away immediately."

Si Heng laughed, "Su Yue is already waiting at the door. Look at how anxious you are."

Fu Shiyan hung up the phone and began to disperse the guests, turning what should have been the wedding of the century into an utter farce.

Fu Haichuan watched as the once bustling banquet hall emptied out, seething with suppressed rage.

He tapped his cane forcefully a few times, "Shiyan, you come back to the old house with me!"

Su Manxi approached, "Uncle, let me help you."