The Rejected Heiress's Possesive Tycoon Husband
Chapter 44: Get the Enemy Moving

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Get the Enemy Moving

An Yan’s lips curved slightly as she nodded. "It is quite nice."

"You’ve heard about it too?"

"Mhm."

An Yaoluo had been silently watching An Yan, hoping that after hearing Dad mention how important the project was, she would sensibly let him attend to company affairs first.

But An Yan finished chatting with Dad and went upstairs, without sparing him a single glance throughout.

After An Yan reached her room, she took out her mobile phone and dialed Ling Xiao.

"Is there a tender at the company today?"

"Yes."

"The An Family is also participating in the bidding. Keep a close eye on things. I suspect Bai Xiaoyun is going to pull something at the tender meeting. Whatever she does, don’t stop her; just gather evidence. Also, reserve this particular tender; it’s to be given to the An Family later!"

"This... might be difficult to manage!"

"Hmm?"

That single sound was filled with threat.

The humble working man Ling Xiao changed his mind in a second. "It’s manageable, Boss. Don’t worry!"

"Mhm!"

After ending the call with Ling Xiao, An Yan picked up her bag and went downstairs.

An Yaoluo sat ramrod-straight on the shoe-changing bench by the door, his brow deeply creased.

He wasn’t particularly worried about Dad handling the tender, but he had been in charge of this project all along. At the crucial moment that would determine its fate, he naturally wanted to be present. But this sister of his insisted on going to school today, utterly inconsiderate of anything else! Unlike Mengmeng, who was always so understanding. He had only briefly mentioned today’s tender meeting to Mengmeng, yet she had taken it to heart, afraid he would miss it. The slight positive change in his perception of An Yan over the past few days showed signs of reverting due to her behavior this morning.

Seeing An Yan come down, An Yaoluo raised his hand to rub his temples, adjusted his composure, then stood up, reaching out to take her backpack.

But he was rejected.

"I’ve said it, I can go to school on my own!"

An Yaoluo’s hand paused mid-air, his expression helpless. "I know. It’s me who’s uneasy and insists on taking you."

"Brother, are you sure it’s *you* who insists on taking me?" An Yan’s lips curled, her emphasis heavy on the word "you."

"Yes, I’m sure!"

An Yaoluo shook his head, quickened his pace a few steps, and moved past An Yan to open the front passenger door for her.

Instead, An Yan coldly bypassed him and sat in the back seat.

Throughout the ride, An Yan was focused on her laptop, the sound of her typing never ceasing for a moment.

As Luocheng University drew closer, An Yaoluo couldn’t help but glance back at her again.

She had stopped typing now and was gazing absently out the car window.

Sigh!

At the school entrance, An Yaoluo braked, about to get out and try to smooth things over with the guard, but An Yan preempted him, lowering the rear window.

"Hello, my name is An Yan!" she said to the security guard.

An Yaoluo was speechless. Just as he was thinking that stating her name would be useless, he saw the guard instantly straighten up.

The guard smiled courteously and politely at An Yan, saying, "Hello, Student An Yan. The principal has left instructions; he’s waiting for you in the West District office building."

With that, he opened the main gate.

An Yaoluo was still processing this. Only after the car had driven about ten meters did An Yaoluo snap back to his senses. "Yanyan, do you really know the principal?"

"I’ve seen him on TV!"

"Then why would he have specifically instructed the guard and be waiting for you?"

"Who knows? Maybe he sees me as an exceptional talent worth nurturing."

An Yaoluo was utterly bewildered. He could hear the blatant perfunctoriness in An Yan’s voice. Instantly, he recalled the look she had given him this morning when he’d mentioned finding the Luocheng University principal. Because he hadn’t trusted her, she no longer wanted to bother with him! A heavy feeling settled in his chest.

Fortunately, the office building wasn’t far, and the car quickly arrived.

As An Yaoluo was getting out, he saw several people rushing out of the office building.

The one in the lead was none other than the principal of Luocheng University, Liang Quanming. He had shed his usual stern, intellectual demeanor, his face wreathed in smiles.

From a distance, Liang Quanming’s hands were already eagerly extended. "Student An Yan, my apologies for making you wait."

An Yan reached out and lightly shook the principal’s hand. "Not at all. I’ve just arrived."

"Shall we go and see the laboratory now?"

"Alright."

An Yaoluo’s mind was filled with doubts. Why was An Yan receiving such a warm welcome from the principal? And the laboratory... why did the principal want to take An Yan to a laboratory?

Harboring a bellyful of questions, An Yaoluo followed the group.

The laboratory was high-end, spacious, and spotlessly clean, filled with all manner of sophisticated equipment.

An Yaoluo roughly estimated that this laboratory alone must have cost at least a billion to construct.

"Yanyan, where did you all get the money to donate a laboratory to the school?"

The principal laughed, saying, "Sir, Student An Yan didn’t donate a laboratory to the school. Our school built this laboratory specifically *for* Student An Yan!"

"What?"

An Yaoluo was shocked. The school built a laboratory specifically for Yanyan? Why?

"Student An Yan possesses exceptional talent in the field of medicine. We at Luocheng University cherish talent and are committed to providing an outstanding environment for every student dedicated to scientific research!"

"Talent?"

"Yes. Student An Yan has been studying medicine under the divine healer Luoshen since she was young. Surely you knew that?"

An Yaoluo was dumbfounded. Luo... what divine healer? Wasn’t the person who took An Yan away a Taoist priest surnamed Luo?

An Yaoluo was filled with a myriad of questions. He felt completely bewildered as he watched the Luocheng University principal—someone whose contact information he had tried so desperately to obtain without success—being so cordial and affable in An Yan’s presence. All the principal’s expressions conveyed a single fact: An Yan choosing to study at Luocheng University was an honor for the university! It was an honor for the principal himself!

Thinking about how he had doubted An Yan repeatedly over the past few days, An Yaoluo’s face suddenly burned. "Yanyan, you..."

How many things have you been hiding from me? But he couldn’t bring himself to voice the question; after all, he had been prejudiced from the very beginning. He hadn’t even made an effort to truly understand An Yan’s past, simply writing her off as an academic failure because she’d mentioned not taking the college entrance exam. The result... His face stung with shame.

"Since your matters here are settled, I’ll head back first." An Yaoluo’s face was burning, and he felt somewhat ashamed to face An Yan.

An Yan glanced at her phone. Ling Xiao’s message had arrived. Bai Xiaoyun had leaked the An Family’s confidential bid details to a rival company. Even if An Yaoluo rushed over now, it would be futile. However, he would get to hear the news of the failed tender. A resonant drum needs no heavy mallet! But this particular drum, her elder brother, needed a solid strike. Hopefully, he could take it.

Principal Liang Quanming enthusiastically offered to personally escort An Yan to her classroom.

An Yan declined, saying, "There’s no need. Having a teacher guide me there will be fine."

If the principal personally escorted her, what if An Shimeng got too scared and didn’t dare to cause trouble anymore? If the enemy doesn’t make a move, how can she?

"Very well, very well." The principal beamed and waved over a teacher. "Teacher Zhang, please be sure to escort Student An Yan right to her classroom door."

"Certainly, Principal."

Teacher Zhang, looking honored, led An Yan towards the classroom. "Our school’s medical department has a total of eight classes, streamed by academic performance. Class One students have the best records, and the other classes follow in that order..."

Chatting as they walked, they soon arrived before a building. "Student An Yan, this is the Huizhi Building, our medical department’s dedicated teaching facility."