"Pretty girl, co hang out with us, will you?"
"You gonna co quietly, or do we have to beat you up first?"
"If you listen, it’ll just be a few bruises; if you don’t, you’ll hurt your face too."
...
Five n spoke with lewd intentions in their eyes as they approached An Yan.
Suddenly, a rush of hurried footsteps sounded.
An Yan turned to look, and it was the girl who had been eating stead buns across from her.
She furrowed her brows, her voice cold and stern, "Get lost!"
The girl stopped in her tracks, staring at the five nacing n advancing toward her, frozen in fear.
She swallowed hard, "You, you shouldn’t bully people!"
The leader, a man with a scarred face, barked, "Scram, this doesn’t concern you!"
An Yan’s eyes were cold and fierce, "Hurry up and go!"
The girl, quite righteous and brave, stepped beside An Yan, "Let tell you, if my younger uncle finds out about this, you won’t know how you died!"
The mont An Yan heard the words "younger uncle," she thought of Fu Shiyan and couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smirk.
One of the n said, "Big brother, look at that chick still smiling; it’s a straight insult to us."
Scarface growled, "Quit the yapping, take her!"
An Yan took off the bag from her shoulder and stuffed it into the girl’s hands, "Stand aside."
The girl let out an "okay" and ran to the side with her bag, then used her phone to call the police.
Two n charged at her with clubs, but An Yan grabbed the arm of one and with a fist smashed it on his elbow.
There was a crack, and the man’s arm broke.
An Yan grabbed his collar and slamd him into the other man, both of them falling heavily to the ground.
At this mont, two other n ard with daggers rushed at her.
An Yan feinted a few tis to snatch away the shiny blade, waited for the right mont, then twisted a man’s wrist, causing the dagger to drop to the ground instantly.
With a flick of her shoe tip, she caught the handle, and with force, she stabbed it into the other arm of the man. As she pulled out the blade, blood splattered onto her white T-shirt, causing her to frown slightly, unhappy.
Then she kicked the man in the chest, sending him flying through the air.
She toyed with the dagger, mockingly eyeing the other man still ard with a dagger.
The man clenched his teeth and charged her, but An Yan stepped on the chest of the man on the ground, leapt up, and kicked the assailant in the face, sending him to the ground with two teeth spitting out of his mouth.
Seeing that the situation was going awry, Scarface turned to run.
An Yan threw the dagger in her hand, stabbing it into his thigh.
Scarface fell to the ground, turning back in terror to watch the girl approaching him step by step, resembling a Female Asura erging from hell, her footsteps pressing upon his heart.
An Yan squatted in front of him, grabbing his jaw, a silver needle aid at his eyeball.
"Who sent you? Speak!" she demanded.
Scarface, looking at the piercing silver needle, fiercely shut his eyes, "There are rules..."
An Yan pressed the silver needle into his temple slowly, "Just five more centiters, and you won’t just be paralyzed; you’ll go mad."
"Stop, I’ll tell, I’ll tell! Soone hired us; I have her number in my phone, it’s a woman."
Just as An Yan took out the phone to check, several police officers ran over.
They pointed at An Yan, "Don’t move!"
The girl quickly ran over, "I’m the one who called the cops; these five n were carrying heavy weapons and tried to kidnap this lady. Officer, quickly arrest them all."
The officers: "..."
Looking at the injured n scattered on the ground, are we sure they were kidnappers?
And heavy weapons?
Where?
Eventually, both An Yan and the girl were taken to the police station.
anwhile, at the Wanjiang Banquet.
The mont Fu Haichuan and Fu Shiyan entered the private room, Fu Shiyan understood his father’s intentions.
The so-called important banquet concerning major interests of Fu Corporation was actually a matchmaking dinner.
Qiao Bansen and his wife, along with their daughter Qiao Jie, stood up with welcoming smiles.
Qiao Bansen stepped forward to assist Fu Haichuan, very attentively, "Old Master Fu, President Fu, please have a seat."
Once all five were seated, Qiao Bansen gave Qiao Jie a look, "Qiao Jie, aren’t you going to pour drinks for Old Master Fu and President Fu?"
The woman’s skin was as white as snow; although her features weren’t particularly delicate, her composure was splendid, the hallmark of a well-bred lady.
She was wearing a knee-length, sleeveless black dress from AY, which revealed her slender and fair limbs, glowing softly.
She stood up, walked around the table to Fu Haichuan’s side first to pour a drink, then poured one for Fu Shiyan too.
"Old Master Fu, Junior Qiao Jie would like to offer you a toast first," Qiao Jie said, squatting slightly to touch her glass to Old Master Fu’s glass, maintaining a very humble posture.
Fu Haichuan nodded and took a sip of his drink, quite satisfied with Qiao Jie.
Qiao Jie filled up her own glass again and turned to Fu Shiyan, "President Fu, I’d like to offer you a toast."
Fu Shiyan raised his glass to touch hers lightly, taking a small sip.
Qiao Jie didn’t return to her original seat but naturally sat next to Fu Haichuan, diligently serving him food.
In the midst of conversation and laughter, Fu Haichuan repeatedly praised Qiao Jie, "Qiao Jie is truly outstanding! A graduate with double master’s degrees from Yale, she’s been a full-ride scholarship recipient every year while in school. I heard she was also the captain of the cheerleading team. She’s got excellent athletic genes too!"
Qiao Jie smiled as she tried to read Fu Shiyan’s expression but couldn’t discern anything. She responded with a chuckle, "Old Master Fu, you’re too kind."
Fu Haichuan glanced at the serene-faced Fu Shiyan, "Shiyan, you should exchange contact information with Qiao Jie. One can’t always be centered on work—you should find ti to watch movies, chat a bit, don’t you think so?"
Fu Shiyan did not answer but kept glancing at his wristwatch.
Qiao Bansen laughed awkwardly, "Jie, hurry and serve so food for President Fu..."
Before he could finish, Fu Shiyan took a phone call, his brow slightly furrowed, "Alright, I’ll be right there."
He looked up towards Qiao Bansen, "President Qiao, I apologize, but an important matter has co up, and I must excuse myself."
Fu Haichuan was visibly displeased, speaking in a soft tone, "What important matter could you have? Didn’t I ask you to clear your schedule for today?"
Fu Shiyan knew Old Master Fu would not let it go and said directly, "Fu Jinqiao is at the police station right now. I’ll have the butler co to pick you up and take you back to the old mansion."
Fu Haichuan was taken aback, "Then hurry over there."
Fu Shiyan nodded slightly to everyone and then turned to leave.
Fu Haichuan turned to Qiao Jie, "You should follow and take a look as well."
Qiao Jie, knowing she had Old Master Fu’s approval, quickly got up, grabbed her purse, and followed.
But she was a step too late; she could only watch as Fu Shiyan’s car drove away.
She called her driver, and soon the car arrived; once inside, she instructed the driver to head to the police station.
Fu Shiyan arrived quickly at the police station where the chief, Song Zhiwen, greeted him.
"President Fu, you’ve arrived," Song Zhiwen said as he followed alongside, "This case isn’t directly related to your niece, but she is the one who reported it. Moreover, she hopes you could bail out the involved girl, so she refuses to leave."
Fu Shiyan was sowhat surprised; he hadn’t expected Fu Jinqiao to end up in the station on her very first day of school, defending a new acquaintance so adamantly.
Song Zhiwen explained, "Those five robbers intended to abduct the girl, but they didn’t expect her to beat them until they couldn’t tell north from south."
Fu Shiyan found this quite interesting; taking on five adversaries singlehandedly, this girl was fierce.
However, when he saw the girl sitting next to Fu Jinqiao, he couldn’t help but be stunned.
This fierce girl was none other than his seemingly delicate and frail little girlfriend!
The corners of Fu Shiyan’s mouth curved up slightly, his eyes filling with a cold amusent.
Fu Jinqiao looked up, her face alight with joy, "Younger Uncle, why did you only co now? This is An Yan, my new friend!"
An Yan hadn’t expected that Fu Jinqiao’s younger uncle would be Fu Shiyan; her fingers reflexively curled in.
She was dood!
Her persona as a tender and pitiful beauty had utterly collapsed!
She ekly called out, "Younger Uncle."
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