The Rejected Heiress's Possesive Tycoon Husband
Chapter 64 An Shimeng Ran Too Fast

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 An Shimeng Ran Too Fast

「An Family.」

As soon as An Yaoluo entered the house, he said directly to An Shimeng, "Pack your things upstairs. I’m taking you back to the Bai Family."

An Shimeng was not a child of the An Family, but she was the niece of the Bai Family. With Bai Xiaoyun in prison, An Shimeng naturally should return to the Bai Family.

"No!" An Shimeng shook her head pitifully. "Big Bwuddah, I don’t want to go back to the Bai Famiwy! They don’t wike Mama, and they don’t wike me!"

"Whether you go back or not, this house will no longer keep you."

An Shimeng stared at An Yaoluo blankly. "Big Bwuddah, awe Lou weawwy going to dwive me away?"

"You must go!"

If she had truly been naive and ignorant, they might have continued to care for her. But she wasn’t. Her actions make me feel a chill in my heart. An Yaoluo thought. Fortunately, An Yan was smart enough to uncover everything. What if she hadn’t? How much more mistreatment would my own sister, An Yan, have had to endure at the hands of this mother and daughter?

An Shimeng, crying, looked at An Zhongbo. "Dad..."

"I’m not your dad. You know that yourself; your mom had you before she came to this family," An Zhongbo said with a cold face. "When the things went missing, you probably guessed Yanyan took them. Yet you didn’t hesitate to call the police. At that time, you and your mother wanted to send Yanyan to prison, didn’t you?"

After today’s incident, An Zhongbo seemed to have become shrewd all of a sudden.

An Shimeng shook her head pitifully. "No, that’th not it, I..."

"I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore. This house was never yours in the first place!"

An Shimeng completely lost hope. "Fine, I’ll weave!"

I really want to walk out with dignity, leaving without taking anything. But considering my life ahead, I have to suppress the impulse.

After packing her belongings upstairs, washing up, and changing her clothes, she came out with her suitcase.

From now on, I, An Shimeng, will be synonymous with strength and independence. I will no longer beg anyone in the An Family. I will live a splendid life of my own, to the point where the An Family will come begging to me.

Just as she was coming downstairs, An Yan returned.

She wore a sapphire-blue long coat, with a light coffee-colored knit sweater and black skinny pants underneath. Her hair, no longer in a plain bun, was now smoothly draped. She looked like a true lady of nobility.

And me... An Shimeng subconsciously looked down at her own clothes: a milk-white long dress complemented by a light purple cardigan. Her usual gentle style, which she favored, now seemed as immature as a middle school student’s next to An Yan. She was outclassed in every aspect.

"Wen Ya, search the suitcase. Don’t let her take anything that doesn’t belong to her."

An Shimeng is far too calm! An Yan thought. The way she’s looking at me, she’s clearly comparing our clothes! To be focused on such trivial details at a time like this... it just shows today’s events haven’t pushed her to absolute desperation!

An Shimeng stood to the side, pretending to be strong but looking deeply humiliated.

Wen Ya quickly emptied all the contents of the suitcase onto the floor, including items from the hidden compartments. The search actually turned up several bank cards!

An Shimeng clenched her teeth, not uttering a word.

These bank cards hold my hard-earned savings over the years, the money I’ll need to support myself after leaving the An Family.

"Wen Ya, take the bank cards. Other than clothes and shoes, don’t let her take anything else!" An Yan ordered.

"Yes." Wen Ya started to sort through the items.

"An Yan, Lou’ve gone too faw!" An Shimeng trembled with anger, turning to An Yaoluo. "Big Bwuddah, ith it weawwy that I can’t even take my own things wif me?"

An Yan raised her hand, signaling Wen Ya to pause. Her gaze thoughtfully fell on An Yaoluo, as if waiting for his decision.

An Yaoluo chuckled bitterly and said, "When you and your mother were plotting to send Yanyan to jail, you stopped being my sister. As for these things, if I remember correctly, from childhood until now, you’ve only spent money. You’ve never earned a single cent for this family, right? So, what right do you have to the family’s money? Don’t tell me you were playing the stock market. That was just a screenshot, wasn’t it?"

Back then, I believed her without much thought. Now, recalling everything, I see flaws everywhere.

"If it wasn’t, show me your stock account right now. Let me have another look."

An Shimeng was completely stunned. Her eldest brother, the person in the family who doted on her the most, was now just as ruthless as An Yan!

This time, An Shimeng cried genuinely.

"Big Bwuddah, pwease don’t tweat me wike thith, okay? I weawwy..."

As she was crying, Wen Ya reached into her pocket, took out her phone, and began disconnecting various payment apps from the bank cards!

An Shimeng was utterly provoked. "What awe you doin’?! What awe you doin’?! Give me back my phone!"

Wen Ya paid her no heed. An Yan slapped her, sending her stumbling to the side.

Hmm, I seem to be getting experienced at this—three teeth out in one slap! An Yan mused.

...

I swear I didn’t do it on purpose this time, but... Alright, the fog in her mind stirred again. It only moved slightly, as if it wanted to reveal something but also seemed to suggest that the benefit offered wasn’t enough. An Yan’s eyes lit up.

She raised her hand, ready to slap again, but this time An Shimeng was too fast. After being slapped, she scrambled away. Her instinctive reaction was utterly devoid of a young lady’s grace, so undignified that An Yaoluo couldn’t bear to watch.

"Uncle Xiao, see her off!" An Yaoluo ordered.

If it weren’t for Yanyan, I wouldn’t have even known An Shimeng had so many bank cards! Ha! The docile, obedient sister I thought I had was actually a complete liar. I seriously doubt my intelligence was eaten by a dog back then!

"Miss Shimeng, please leave!" Uncle Xiao said.

An Shimeng, realizing she had no chance of staying, dared not fuss. She crouched down to pack the things scattered on the floor back into her suitcase. These were all her favorite clothes, the ones she’d spent money on. Who knew when she’d be able to buy new ones next.

BOO HOO...

Damn An Yan! This is all because of that damn An Yan!

Sobbing and wailing, An Shimeng reluctantly departed, looking back over and over again.

An Yan pondered. Although I knew An Shimeng wasn’t a good person, I always thought she was still young. Even if she had the traits of a manipulative woman, they shouldn’t have fully manifested yet. But have they? If An Shimeng can provide this... ’benefit’... can her friends do the same? I wonder about Xu Muwei—is she as bad? And then there’s Chen Xiangyu, Ma Chao, Lin Jiahang... An Yan suddenly felt an urge to slap each of An Shimeng’s friends.

Watching An Shimeng get into the car, An Yan withdrew her gaze and looked at An Yaoluo with interest, "Big brother, you don’t feel sorry for her?"

An Yaoluo was full of shame. "Yanyan, I was so confused before. I... Can you forgive me?"