Chapter 11 Did You Sell Me Out?

An Zaili cleared his throat, "One million!"

An Yan clicked his tongue, "I remember you gave An Yirou twenty million for a shopping trip last time!"

Yang Suhua burst out, "How can you compare yourself with Yirou? Yirou is going to marry into the Fu Family!"

"Oh, so the Li Family isn't even worth one-twentieth of the Fu Family!" An Yan sneered lightly, "Is this what you call being responsible for my future and seeking a good match for me?"

Yang Suhua snorted coldly, "You say you grew up in the countryside, which of the arts of poetry, rites, music, or painting can you do? For the young master of the Li Family to fancy you, that would be your good fortune!"

An Yan shrugged, "So, with my qualifications, I could only be matched with the Li Family. Fine, I will make sure to relay Grandma's words accurately to the young master of the Li Family."

"You! You are such a curse!" Yang Suhua trembled with anger, "If you speak nonsense, I will make you regret it!"

"Are you threatening me now? I can't guarantee that a country bumpkin like me won't say something out of line." An Yan winked mischievously.

An Zaili's face turned gloomy as he took out another card and handed it over irritably, "There's about ten million in this card; it should be enough for your spending."

An Yan curled his lip and unabashedly took the card, "Then thank you, Daddy."

As he reached the door, he suddenly turned around, "By the way, Auntie Du said that smoky makeup and the 'Killer Matt' hairstyle suit me better."

Yang Suhua's eyes widened, "No! You cannot dress up like that..."

An Yan didn't listen to her rambling and quickly left.

After leaving the villa area, An Yan took a taxi to Fortune Garden.

On the way, she called Bi Chong.

"Big Brother, are you coming to see me?"

"Yes, tidy up your place, don't be sloppy."

"How could I be? I'm a neat boy!" Bi Chong grabbed the phone with one hand and started cleaning up the T-shirts and shorts on the sofa, "Big Brother, what do you want to eat? I'll cook for you at noon!"

Upon hearing this, An Yan lightly touched her nose with her fingertip, "No need, just clean up."

An Yan put away her phone and opened her laptop, logged into the dark web, and sent a message: The kidnapper is at Fortune Garden A2-1-1002.

The other party replied quickly: Received! Your reward will be paid immediately.

In less than a minute, her account was up by one million.

She immediately transferred five hundred thousand to Bi Chong's account and called him, "Bi Chong, your mission has arrived."

"So sudden? Boss, what's the mission?"

"To escape."

"? What kind of mission is that?" Bi Chong was utterly confused, but he quickly caught on, "Big Brother, you haven't sold me out, have you?"

An Yan smiled while stroking her chin, "You could put it that way, but escaping is your forte after all! They won't catch you; you just need to show your back, and I'll handle your tracks."

Bi Chong: "…I really am your scapegoat, little brother. But why only half a million, not five million? Why is there a zero missing?"

"Would you take the job happily if it weren't so?" An Yan glanced at her wristwatch, "You have roughly ten minutes, I'd guess."

Bi Chong put down his phone, packed his laptop and other important electronics into his backpack, and prepared to flee.

He looked down from his window to see three black Land Rovers parked at the entrance of his building.

He muttered a curse, quickly changed into a different outfit, and left.

As the car door opened, Bi Chong adjusted the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and twisted his hips as he walked out.

The more than ten bodyguards facing the beautiful woman in a red dress with flowing hair automatically made way.

Bi Chong walked out of the unit door at an unhurried pace and turned to see the sedan door had closed.

He sprinted to a Mercedes in seven-centimeter-high, size 44 heels and, after getting in, sped away.

The bodyguards reached the tenth floor, pried open the door to room 1002, and found nothing but disheveled clothing. The kidnapper was already nowhere to be seen.

One of them realized something, "Damn! That woman in the red dress is suspicious, he must be the kidnapper!"

"What do you mean?"

"I remember what was strange about him! What woman has feet as big as boats!"

"Chase him!"

"Quick, notify Assistant Han to track that woman's escape route!"

"What woman, it's clearly a man!"

...

An Yan, sitting in a pavilion not far away, watched the bodyguards drive off. She then opened her laptop and hacked into the transportation bureau, erasing all traces of Bi Chong's escape and making it irreparable.

She stretched her neck, packed up her backpack, and headed to meet Su Yue at Yinsha International as arranged.

When An Yan arrived at the entrance, Su Yue had just turned down a pickup attempt by a young hunk.

That boldly red dress showcased her fiery figure without any reservations.

She rushed over and hugged An Yan tightly, "Baby Yan, I've missed you so much!"

"You call me for no reason, and you still miss me?"

Su Yue let her go, her eyes instantly welling up, "Of course, I miss you. You've been living on the edge these past two years; I'm always afraid that one day you won't answer my call, and I'll think you..."

"All right, I'm back now, aren't I?"

"But Michael hasn't found him yet."

An Yan fell silent, "I've already sent people to search in the M country; we'll find him eventually. Now, let's enjoy our shopping spree today!" She took out two cards. "Eleven million in total, whatever you like, I'll buy for you!"

Yinsha International Mall is a top shopping, entertainment, and cinema complex in Hua Country, comprising all the high-end, luxury brands in the world and is a beloved haunt for the upper class.

As An Yan and Su Yue shopped, they also discussed the latest designs.

"Baby Yan, look, CC has released a new line that resembles some of our older designs," said Su Yue, tilting her chin up.

An Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, "They've only merged some elements; it doesn't qualify as plagiarism, but the designers are quite sly."

Su Yue folded her arms across her chest, "The person behind CC is Fu Chenyu, that big scumbag is really annoying."

"He is quite nauseating," An Yan chuckled lightly. "Let those designers merge elements if they want. Their inability to create new elements just shows their limited ability. For that alone, CC will never surpass AY."

Su Yue nodded, "That makes sense."

An Yan swung the cards in her hand, "Come on, it's time to start the card swipe fest!"

At that moment, at the An Family's residence.

An Yirou looked at Du Xinlan, who was rubbing her temples, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"That little bitch An Yan actually managed to take two cards from your dad today, totaling eleven million," gritted Du Xinlan through clenched teeth. "Just thinking about her spending all that money makes my temples throb."

An Yirou frowned, "Sister shouldn't be able to spend that much, right? After all, her taste is only fit for street stall goods."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Du Xinlan's phone began to incessantly ping with notifications. She picked it up and her blood pressure surged, as a string of million-dollar spending records popped up.