The weather had been beautifully sunny, but at that moment, large raindrops began to fall.
Miss An Yan and Su Yue were driving away from the mall and entering the roadway when they saw An Yirou standing by the roadside, waiting for a car with a joyful face.
"Speed up, dash through!" Miss An Yan's lips curved into a slight smirk.
Su Yue's eyebrows raised, and she forcefully stepped on the accelerator, splashing the dirty water from the roadside high into the air, drenching An Yirou's champagne-colored long dress, even splashing onto her face.
Angrily stomping her feet, An Yirou watched helplessly as the red Porsche sped away.
Inside a Maybach waiting at a nearby red light.
Han Yang reported, "President Fu, the store manager and the salesgirls have all been fired."
Fu Shiyan hummed softly, looked at the phone screen displaying Fu Chenyu's name, and immediately hung up the call and blocked the other party.
Suddenly, Han Yang chuckled.
Fu Shiyan glanced indifferently, "What's so funny?"
"Just now, that red Porsche suddenly sped up when it passed Miss An, splashing her with dirty water."
"Schadenfreude?"
Han Yang coughed lightly. "Miss An Yan was in that Porsche."
A rare smile flickered across Fu Shiyan's usually cold, aloof face, then vanished instantly. "Sometimes, people don't need to be too kind."
"However, President Fu, Miss An Yan really made a tidy sum today from Young Master Fu—over ten million. This time, Miss An Yan isn't poor anymore; you can worry less."
Fu Shiyan furrowed his brows, "When have I ever worried about her?"
Han Yang: "..."
The green light turned on, and the Maybach slowly started moving forward.
Fu Shiyan glanced slightly out the window at An Yirou, who was furiously stomping her feet, a playful glint crossing his indifferent eyes. "Speed up, dash through."
Han Yang was initially stunned, then understanding Fu Shiyan's intent, he accelerated and dashed forward.
An Yirou was in the middle of cursing loudly when a metallic black Maybach sped by, causing her to swallow a mouthful of dirty water and immediately start to retch.
Han Yang stealthily peeked in the rearview mirror, surprised to see the corners of Fu Shiyan's lips curving slightly.
He hadn't expected his boss to have such a mischievous side.
Fu Corporation.
Fu Shiyan had just stepped out of the CEO's private elevator when he saw Fu Chenyu with a tense face.
"Younger Uncle."
Fu Shiyan possessed an inherent nobility and arrogance—just by quietly looking at someone, he exerted a commanding aura.
He glanced at Fu Chenyu and headed towards the office. "You needed something?"
Fu Chenyu cautiously followed behind the man, tentatively asking. "Younger Uncle, why did you suddenly decide to check Yinsha International's revenues?"
Fu Shiyan paused mid-stride, turning his gaze sharply toward him, "I'm giving you two minutes to explain."
Han Yang stepped ahead to open the office door; Fu Shiyan, with his long, straight legs, strode in, while Fu Chenyu clumsily followed.
He stood in front of the desk like a grade schooler, head lowered, focusing on nothing in particular.
Fu Shiyan sat in the black leather executive chair, his hands casually resting on the armrests, his clean, translucent fingertips lightly tapping, the sounds striking Fu Chenyu's heart.
"Cooking the books at Yinsha International, and basing it all on stealing yourself, you've learned well." Fu Shiyan flung the documents on the desk onto his face, the sharp edges of the paper slicing his cheek.
Looking at the densely packed numbers and text, Fu Chenyu knew that his falsification of accounts had been exposed.
He pursed his lips, "Younger Uncle, I need money to run my own company."
"Taking Fu Corporation's money to cover those empty shell companies? Do you think I'm a fool?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Chenyu's hands involuntarily clenched.
Fu Shiyan exuded a chilling presence, his usually expressionless face darkened once again, "On the surface, filling the gaps of the company, but actually transferring it to an overseas account!"
Cold sweat condensed on Fu Chenyu's forehead, "Younger Uncle, forgive me this once."
"Restore the money exactly as it was, and this matter will pass; otherwise, I will call your father right now."
"Don't call; that's how it is. If my dad finds out, he'll definitely throw me in jail!" Fu Chenyu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Fu Shiyan slightly lifted his eyelid, "Within half a month."
Fu Chenyu frowned, thinking about the duck that had almost been in his hands flying away, having to return the money without a single cent missing, which was harder than sucking his blood.
After leaving the office, he called the bank manager, "In a while, a woman will come to withdraw 1,370,000; intercept it for me. What? It's already been transferred to the orphanage?"
Fu Chenyu hadn't expected Miss An Yan to move so quickly, nor had he expected that she wouldn't take the money but instead donated it.
He only felt a stifling pain in his chest, as if someone had punched him hard, the money was now impossible to retrieve.
Han Yang watched him leave, then walked into the office.
"President Fu, Young Master Fu just called the bank trying to intercept the check for Miss An Yan, but he was told that the money from the check had already been transferred to the orphanage."
Upon hearing this, Fu Shiyan who was reviewing documents paused, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
Despite being in dire need of money, he had donated it.
His mind conjured up the girl's pure yet desirous face again...
An Family Villa.
When Miss An Yan came back, she saw Du Xinlan and An Yirou sitting on the sofa, both staring at her as if bearing deep grudges.
"Where's the card?" Du Xinlan demanded coldly.
An Yan raised the bag in her hand, "I only bought clothes today, haven't bought jewelry yet, I'll continue tomorrow. I don't know what happened, the card just got frozen, I'll have Dad unfreeze it later."
Du Xinlan set the tea cup heavily on the table, "Didn't Chenyu give you a check for over ten million? Hand over both the check and the card to me!"
An Yan looked at Du Xinlan whose face seemed bigger than a pot, "Earning money is my ability, and besides, the card is from my dad. Neither of these things do you have any right to demand."
"The company isn't doing so well right now; as a member of the An Family, you have an obligation to contribute!"
An Yan responded nonchalantly, "I see your jewelry should fetch at least twenty million, you should also consciously contribute to the An Family by selling them at the luxury recycling store."
"You!" Du Xinlan felt like An Yan had become a different person, no longer meek, even daring to talk back.
An Yan smirked, "Speaking of being a member of the An Family, I just remembered the shares of the An company should also belong to me, after all, even a stepdaughter has them; how could I have less than her? I need to consult a lawyer about this."
Du Xinlan's mouth dropped open in shock, watching An Yan turn towards the second floor.
"Mom, sister is really after the company's shares."
Du Xinlan fumed, cheeks puffing, "Don't worry, everything of the An Family will belong to you; that little wretch has nothing to do with any of it."
However, An Yirou furrowed her brows, "But, she is Dad's daughter after all."
Du Xinlan held her hand, "Don't worry! All of the An Family's assets are yours."