Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 92: Are You Afraid I’ll Be Your Undoing?

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Are You Afraid I’ll Be Your Undoing?

An Zaili’s gaze darted away as he snorted coldly, "It’s you who teaches others how to treat you. You’ve hurt Yirou, and this is far from over!"

Du Xinlan’s eyes were nearly bursting with rage as she wanted to lunge at her, but An Zaili stopped her, murmuring, "Don’t go, she can fight well."

A wise man does not take grief at face value. Now that her purpose had been achieved, of course, she wouldn’t let herself get hurt again.

Yang Suhua pointed at An Yan, "I have already called the police, you have committed intentional assault! I will have the law punish you!"

An Yan looked deeply at An Zaili and said calmly, "I’ll give you one last chance, are you really going to frame me?"

An Zaili uttered a cold snort, "Everyone saw it, you pushed Yirou against the railing. How is this framing?"

An Yan laughed at herself, "What am I still hoping for? An Zaili, I’m throwing your words right back at you, it’s you who teaches others how to treat you!"

She took out her phone and lightly tapped the screen, "I hope you are ready to bear the consequences."

Soon, the police officers arrived and understood what had happened.

The young officer froze when he saw An Yan, the corner of his mouth twitching. This was apparently their fifth encounter.

The first was when An Yan identified the perpetrator who threw sulfuric acid, the second was when she beat up the kidnapper and brought him to the station, the third was when she fought those delinquents in the café, the fourth was when she taught a lesson to the societal scum in the bar, and now this was the fifth, she was practically a regular at the station.

He came forward, "Please cooperate with our investigation and come to the police station with us."

An Yan nodded, "Of course."

Director Li turned to An Zaili, "All of you also need to make a statement at the police station."

"No problem, but my daughter needs someone to accompany her," said Du Xinlan.

An Yan looked at the officer, "Her husband, Fu Chenyu, can stay with her."

Du Xinlan’s heart trembled because Director Yang had told her that Fu Chenyu was determined to keep the baby, whereas their goal was to cause a miscarriage.

She glared venomously at An Yan, wishing she could tear her to pieces.

The officer nodded, "Let her husband stay with her, but all other involved parties must come to the station to give their statements."

The group was escorted out of the hospital by the police, and as they reached the entrance, suddenly many people rushed up.

All wearing masks and carrying various things in their hands - eggs, vegetable leaves, water bottles stuffed with some unknown disgusting liquid - they looked repulsive.

"Murderer, you can’t even spare an unborn child!"

"Truly deserving of death, a life for a life, you should just die!"

"Disrupting your sister’s wedding and can’t tolerate her child in her womb, absolutely vile to the extreme."

...

The eight officers were taken aback at first, then yelled, "This is personal assault and obstruction of official duties, and you will be detained according to the law as well."

But the crowd, energized and relentless, ignored the officers’ efforts to stop them. Just as they were about to throw the items in their hands, a group of well-trained men in suits appeared out of nowhere, pinning them forcefully to the ground.

An Yan spoke softly, "This hasn’t leaked from the obstetrics ward, yet you knew about it so quickly. Where did the information come from? Who hired you?"

One of the men, pinned down with his face against the ground, shouted, "We are here for justice..."

An Yan pointed to the large screen at the hospital entrance, "Take a look, that is your so-called justice."

On the large screen, surveillance footage from the ward was playing, with the sound audible for all to hear.

At the busy hospital entrance, passersby stopped.

Anyone with eyes could see and anyone with a heart could understand what this was about, a self-directed and self-performed play.

The pregnant woman had intentionally collided with the railing, causing her to lose the baby, and blamed someone else.

In an instant, An Zaili, Du Xinlan, and Yang Sulan were petrified.

The officers exchanged glances—was there even a need for interrogation?

This was clear and incontrovertible evidence!

Du Xinlan charged at An Yan but was stopped by the officers, her eyes brimming with hatred, "You bitch, you actually installed surveillance in the hospital room! You just want to crush us completely, don’t you!"

An Yan smiled faintly, "If you hadn’t conspired against me, this surveillance footage would have been useless."

Yang Suhua’s lips trembled, "You, when did you install the surveillance?"

An Yan looked thoughtful, sending Yang Suhua into a state of extreme nervousness.

She then feigned a sudden realization, "It was on the day of the press conference. Oh, the content of your conversation was quite interesting as well. In a moment, the big screen will bring back memories of your vile faces."

As she finished speaking, the big screen switched to the day of the press conference, displaying their entire plan to frame An Yan in the hospital room, including the matter of An Yirou’s unborn child not being Fu Chenyu’s.

An Zaili’s mouth gaped open in shock, "An Yan, you’ve destroyed the An Family!"

An Yan’s expression darkened, "Mr. An, when you planned all these conscienceless acts, did you not consider they might destroy me?"

She looked at the police officers, then broke into a pure smile, "Officers, may we leave now?"

The officers nodded again and again, "Yes, yes."

All those involved in the case and those who had caused disturbances were taken away.

On the way to the police station, LED screens in the big malls, small screens in the shops of business districts, and even televisions for sale in the malls were playing the surveillance clips.

It wasn’t just Jiangcheng—across the entire Hua Country, the videos were being aired simultaneously.

The An Family’s plan against An Yan pushed themselves into the abyss.

After completing her statement, An Yan walked out of the interrogation room to see Fu Shiyan speaking with Director Li not far away.

Upon seeing the girl’s figure, Fu Shiyan waved at her.

An Yan ran over with a smile in her eyes, "Younger Uncle."

Fu Shiyan’s eyebrows slightly raised, "You sure say those two words quite readily." He chuckled lightly, "Leave the rest to Song Chao. Let’s go."

An Yan nodded obediently and followed him out.

The officer went up to Director Li, "One surnamed Fu, the other An, how is he called Younger Uncle? Some distant relative?"

Director Li gave him a look, thinking what kind of eyes does he have!

That was not the look of an elder towards a younger relative, but clearly a man’s look at a woman.

He said, "Could it be any more obvious?"

The officer scratched his head, "This young lady has come in five times, and her Younger Uncle has shown up five times—talk about being attentive!"

Director Li chuckled: You really are clueless!

Once in the car, Fu Shiyan took her hand, "You’ve still got me."

An Yan pressed her lips together, "I’m not upset."

"Yes, just a little heartbroken," Fu Shiyan said, squeezing her slender fingers.

An Yan, feeling her thoughts laid bare, looked down, "After all, An Zaili is my father. I didn’t want things to come to this."

She laughed helplessly, "I really don’t understand why I’m so unloved as a daughter."

"You’re wonderful. It’s his loss that he can’t see it," Fu Shiyan drew her into his embrace, "Yanyan, not all parents deserve to be called parents. They just gave you life but didn’t add vibrant strokes to it. Such shallow kinship."

An Yan looked into the man’s eyes, "Ayan, they say I bring misfortune to my parents. Aren’t you afraid I might bring misfortune to my husband?"