Moving

"An Zhiyan, what are you so proud of?! You're just a lowly poor person now!" An Yimo said angrily.

An Zhiyan laughed. "So what if I'm poor? It's better than someone who can't hide their inferiority no matter how well-dressed they are!" 

An Yimo was so angry that her chest was heaving up and down. "I'll let you know that a fake is a fake. You'll be trampled under my feet for the rest of your life!" 

She spat out this sentence and turned around to get in the car.

An Zhiyan picked up the pumpkin pie and put it away. She didn't like desserts. She thought that maybe it was time to move so that she wouldn't be harassed by others.

Moreover, she had enough assets to buy them a small apartment.

An Zhiyan was a person of action. It only took her three days to contact the moving company. Without asking Jiang Xinlan for help, she moved everything to her newly bought apartment.

On the day of the move, Wen Tingsheng heard the news from God knows where and even specially sent an assistant to help her.

The assistant's name was Jiang Yu. He was very young and wore a black suit. He was in his early twenties. He was six feet tall and had a handsome face.

An Zhiyan refused Jiang Yu's help. However, Jiang Yu ignored her completely. No matter what she wanted to do, he always beat her to it.

An Zhiyan could only stand aside and sigh helplessly.

Finally, An Zhiyan handed a bank card to Jiang Yu. "Here's a sum of money. Consider it your pay for today." 

Jiang Yu did not accept it. "Mr. Wen pays me every month. Miss An does not need to pay me anything else." 

An Zhiyan's head hurt. She shoved the bank card into Jiang Yu's hand. "Just take it as a tip." 

At the same time that An Zhiyan moved, the news of Fu Ziheng's crippled leg spread throughout the wealthy circle of Jiangzhou.

An Zhiyan's racing skills instantly became something that everyone in the circle feared. Of course, there were also many people who began to idolize An Zhiyan.

When An Yimo heard the news, it was as if a bolt of lightning had exploded above her head. She rushed to the hospital.

"Ziheng! Tell me who did this! I'll definitely get justice for you!" Sun Lanfang asked as she cried.

Fu Ziheng's face was gloomy. He was covered in bandages and one of his legs was in a cast.

He slammed the table impatiently. "Stop crying! It's not like I can't walk anymore." 

His mind was filled with the thoughts of An Zhiyan looking at him through the window during the race.

His expression instantly turned even gloomier.

He finally understood. An Zhiyan had asked him to race for revenge.

An Yimo rushed to the hospital room. She walked to the hospital bed. Seeing that it was her, the Fu family's parents did not say anything. In the past, they had despised An Yimo. But now, An Yimo's identity was different.

Seeing the girl he loved, Fu Ziheng's mood was much better. A smile finally appeared on his face. "Yimo." 

"How are you?" An Yimo asked worriedly.

Fu Rong sighed. "Ziheng's life isn't in danger now. But his right leg got hurt... In the future, I'm afraid his movement will be affected." 

His movement would be affected, which meant that his leg was crippled.

An Yimo's expression changed, "It's alright. Let's take care of his body first." 

Fu Ziheng frowned. He stared straight at An Yimo.

An Yimo deliberately avoided his gaze and averted her own gaze.