Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
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บท 1: Chapter 1 She Was Abandoned by Her Fiancé
Inside the abandoned furniture factory, the menacing kidnapper held a phone in one hand and pointed the dark barrel of a gun at the two girls cowering in the corner with the other. "Miss An Yan and An Yirou, you can only take one away!"
"Don't play tricks on me, if you dare call the police, I'll blow them both away right now!"
An Yirou cried pitifully like rain beating on pear blossoms, "Brother Chenyu, I'm so scared! Please come and save me!"
Tears welled up in An Yan's eyes, her voice tinged with sobbing, "Chenyu, please come and save me!"
The kidnapper turned on the speakerphone, and the man, without a second thought, made his choice, "An Yirou, I choose An Yirou."
An Yan screamed as if her heart was being torn apart, "Chenyu, I'm your fiancée! How can you do this to me!"
"What man would like someone like you, a country bumpkin!" Fu Chenyu said firmly, "Bring An Yirou out, the ransom is placed outside."
The kidnapper roughly lifted An Yirou, looked at An Yan and sneered, "Betrayed by your own sister and fiancé, you might as well be dead!"
With that, he pushed An Yirou towards the door.
Under the dim light, An Yirou looked back at An Yan, a smug smile curling up the corners of her mouth.
With eyes full of unwillingness, An Yan sobbed pitifully and helplessly, except that just as An Yirou turned around, her sorrowful expression quickly faded, a mocking curve forming on her lips.
Outside the factory, the kidnapper checked the suitcase containing a million in cash and then pushed An Yirou into the man's arms.
Fu Chenyu embraced her like a treasured possession regained, quickly untying the ropes binding her hands behind her back and checking her up and down, "Yirou, are you all right?"
"I'm okay, just feeling weak in my limbs."
"That's good, let's get out of here quickly!"
"But what about Sister?" An Yirou whispered, "The kidnapper said he should kill Sister since she saw us together. I'm really worried he might harm her!"
Dead and done with?
Sounds like a good idea!
"Yirou, you are truly too kind. Thinking of the woman who always bullied you at such a time," Fu Chenyu looked at the kidnapper, his expression merciless, "I brought the money as I said, you'd best kill that woman! I absolutely won't call the police!"
Clasping his chin, the kidnapper laughed heartily, "That's ruthlessly resolute, I like it!"
Fu Chenyu, with An Yirou, drove off quickly, fearful that the kidnapper, having a change of heart, might shove An Yan into his car.
The kidnapper peeled off the human skin mask, revealing a face full of irreverence.
Swinging the suitcase leisurely back, watching the girl who had been untied and was stretching her neck, he chuckled, "Boss, you acted quite believably. Oscar owes you a little gold man!"
An Yan's lips curved into a cunning smile, pointing at the tiny surveillance camera on his chest, "Send the video to Fu Shiyan, we can fish for another ten million. All the money received should be donated to a center for the disabled."
"Yes, boss!" Bi Chong guffawed, eyes on the girl's heavy makeup and colorful avant-garde hairstyle, "But boss, this makeup?"
An Yan raised an eyebrow.
Bi Chong couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "The number one beauty in Hua Country!"
An Yan chuckled lightly, "Nonsense! Hurry and send it, I'm waiting for Fu Shiyan to come save me!"
"He will really come?"
An Yan slightly curled her lips, "Of course he will!"
Bi Chong shrugged and clicked his tongue softly; this woman was truly ruthless, even towards herself.
He grabbed the money box and left the factory. After getting in the car, he sent the video to a number with five nines in its trailing digits, adding a message: Send ten million to the account below, or I will upload it online!
Inside the Jiulong Pond private room, people were toasting and mingling merrily.
The phone on the table vibrated, and a man with lean and clean hands picked it up. His deep and narrow eyes squinted as he unblinkingly watched the video's content.
Even though there was no sound, it was clear that it was a kidnapping case involving his nephew, Fu Chenyu, and the An sisters.
The bone-chilling oppression and deterrent force exuding from the man caused the surrounding temperature to plummet sharply.
The noisy voices inside the private room became weak and insignificant, and then turned completely silent.
Finally, someone mustered the courage, "President Fu..."
Fu Shiyan suddenly stood up, grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair, and walked out, his tall and upright figure disappearing the moment the door closed.
The man in the back seat of the Maybach exuded a deep and frosty aura, his bottomless eyes casting a layer of frost.
His low and angry voice sounded, "Where is she?"
"Younger Uncle, I'm at the hospital."
"You redeemed An Yirou but gave up your fiancée?"
"How did you know?"
"The kidnapper sent me the video. Do you want to spread your scumbag image across the whole network, or do you want to be an accomplice to a murderer?"
"...Younger Uncle, you can't blame me, who would want that bumpkin."
Fu Shiyan's voice was chilling, "Address."
On the other end of the phone, Fu Chenyu obviously panicked, "It's at the abandoned furniture factory in the Western Suburbs."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Shiyan looked toward the back of Han Yang's head, "The abandoned furniture factory in the Western Suburbs, hurry up!"
"Yes!"
Fu Shiyan gazed out at the pitch-black night sky outside the window, thinking of An Yan in a perilous situation, a sudden tightness seized his heart.
Although he had only seen An Yan twice, her eyes were far too similar to those of the woman in his dreams.
He pursed his thin lips, his grip tightening on the phone in his hand.
Silver moonlight shone through the broken window onto An Yan, who was idly squatting on the ground with a small stick, amusing a cricket.
Glancing at her wristwatch's LCD screen, a tiny red dot moved rapidly across the miniature map.
She nudged the cricket with the stick, "Hurry up and escape, I'm going to start a fire now!"
The cricket, as if understanding her words, scurried out of the factory.
An Yan stood up, picked up the gasoline can placed by the wall, and evenly drenched the surrounding wooden boards with it, then threw a burning lighter into the mix. Instantly, flames soared high, engulfing the boards.
The Maybach stopped outside the factory, the fierce fire unabashedly devouring the premise.
After getting out of the car, Fu Shiyan stared at the billowing black smoke emerging from inside, his brow tightly furrowed.
Using all his strength, Han Yang shouted a couple of times, "Miss An Yan, Miss An Yan, are you in there?"
Filtering out the cracking sounds of the burning wood, a faint response came from the girl, "Help, help me..."
Han Yang rejoiced, "She's still alive!"
He was about to rush in but was harshly pulled back by Fu Shiyan, "I'll go! It's too easy for you to add another casualty!"
A disgruntled Han Yang, "..."
However, he had to admit, Fu Shiyan's skills were extraordinary, and his rescue attempt was bound to be foolproof.
Fu Shiyan tossed his suit jacket to Han Yang and rushed into the blaze, calling out An Yan's name.
The intense heat blasted all around, making it impossible to open one's eyes, while thick smoke burrowed into the nostrils, nearly suffocating him.
At that moment, An Yan, laying on the ground posing dramatically, closed her eyes just in time as the man descended like a god from the heavens.
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