An Ran's nerves were stung by the man's touch, and the slightest bit of pride buried deep within her was trampled upon.
She clenched her fingers into a tight fist in humiliation, the pain in her reddened fingers not even a fraction of what she felt in her heart.
For the sake of her father's funeral expenses, she had to endure.
Slowly... slowly... Her back slowly bent, and her body unintentionally curled up like a shrimp.
"Bang..."
Just as An Ran's knees were about to hit the ground, the man's rough and calloused hand firmly gripped her pretty shoulder, and he sneered coldly.
"An Ran, you really make me sick."
Finally, the check in the man's fingers fell lightly to the ground.
Fu Lengyu stood up and left.
An Ran bent down and picked up the check that hadfallen to the ground. In that moment, her watery eyes were filled with tears.
...
An Ran took a taxi to the old An family mansion, where the noise seemed to spill out for miles. Ha!
Since the An family fell into ruin, her father had jumped off a building and her mother had been admitted to the ICU. All the relatives who had benefited from the An family avoided them like the plague.
The old mansion had never been so noisy before.
She walked in, exhausted both physically and mentally, and immediately saw An Chunchun sitting on the sofa. The anger that had been hidden deep within her heart flared up like a flame.
An Chunchun looked at An Ran with the same expression as always. "Ranran, look at your father. He jumped off a high-rise building and was disfigured. It's been two days since he was brought back to the An family mansion, but it's not appropriate."
An Ran's hands clenched silently as she looked at AnNuchun's face, wanting to tear it apart.
But reason told her she couldn't do that.
An Ran smiled lightly and floated like a naive little princess as usual.
"Aunt, my father is your brother after all. When the An family was doing well, you didn't miss out on any benefits," An Ran said, deliberately blinking her innocent and cute eyes. "So, it's only natural for my father to have a decent burial arranged by you, Aunt, right?"
She shifted her gaze to the distant branches of the An family who were not very close to them.
"What do you think?"
An Ran smiled, but there was a hint of coldness, calculation, and an invisible coercion.
The burial fee had already been taken by her younger aunt, and it was only natural for her to take care of her father's funeral.
An Ran had to clean up the An family's distant branches to make those opportunistic people come and flatter her.
Sure enough, those aunts and uncles chimed in."Xiao Chun, what Ran Ran said is true. You took the most from the An family before, and now that they're bankrupt... sigh!"
As soon as the words fell, others followed suit, "That's right, Xiao Chun, you took the most from the An family, and now that they're bankrupt, we can't just dig into our own pockets to bury Ran Ran's father."
The discussion went on, and the loudest voice came from the man standing not far from An Ran.
He was An Ran's second uncle, who loved to indulge in pleasure.
"An Yuchun, your father, Ran Ran, has passed away. He was still your brother after all. I think you should take care of the funeral expenses on your own," said the speaker.
An Yuchun was both anxious and angry, and her fury rose uncontrollably. She grabbed the teacup from the table and threw it to the ground, shouting loudly like a shrew.
"All of you have lost your conscience! Everyone here is related to the deceased person in the coffin, why should I be the only one paying for it?"
The more she shouted, the more rebellious the others became.
"You took the most, so you should be responsible for it," someone said.
"Don't tell me that you were already planning to take advantage of your brother's death for your own benefit," another person added.
An Ran raised her eyebrows slightly, knelt in front of her father's coffin, and knocked her head twice with force. Her scalp rubbed and collided fiercely against the ground, and the pain in her forehead made her feel even more desolate.
"Since my aunt is unwilling to help, then I will permanently cut ties with the An family!" Her words were light and airy, but they struck a chord in everyone's hearts.
An Yuchun didn't care about the possibility of the An family falling apart.
"If you want to cut ties, then cut them. The bankrupt company still owes 100 million in external accounts, and I don't want it even if you give it to me for free."
As she spoke, An Yuchun stood up arrogantly and stared contemptuously at An Ran's back.
"You're the one who deserves to die, not your father!" she spat. An Ran remained indifferent. Everyone had the right to call her cheap, except for her cousin, An Yuchun.
She and An Yuchun were five years apart in age, both of them were the apple of their father's eye, but whenever there was something she liked, An Yuchun would always go and snatch it away, whether it was a dress, a toy puppet, or even a boyfriend.
Disgusting.
With a curse that was too vile to repeat, An Yuchun walked away on ten-inch high heels, leaving the others staring at each other in confusion.
An Ran stood up in front of the coffin and asked Song Yi to slowly disperse the crowd. After everyone had left, she burned paper money alone, tears falling into the brazier with a pitter-patter.
She was so afraid, facing An Yuchun, the memories of the abandoned power plant always attacked her heart, tapping deep into her soul, making her panic and fearful.
Suddenly, there were a pair of hot hands on her back, separated by a thin layer of fabric. She could tell that they were a man's hands.
An Ran's heart skipped a beat and she felt half cold, instantly filled with fear.
She quickly turned her head and saw that the person in front of her was her uncle, An Hao.She could almost see the visible lust in his eyes. An Hao looked at An Ran with a lecherous expression, licking his lips with saliva, leaning down, and about to grab her with both hands.
"Ah, no!" An Ran screamed in despair, her hands pressed tightly against her chest. "Are you even human? My father is still here."
An Hao looked at her with a gaze full of aggression, and pounced on her without any regard.
"Ah... get away!"
When that disgusting mouth was only one centimeter away from An Ran, a powerful fist hit An Hao's face, pushing it a few centimeters to the side. With each punch thrown by Fu Lengyu, An Hao screamed in agony, the sound deafening.
Finally, when Fu Lengyu pulled An Ran away, he kicked An Hao's body with his Italian custom-made leather shoes.
An Hao's face turned pale with pain, and he screamed while holding his stomach.
An Ran's arm was sore from being pulled by the man.
Fu Lengyu had never been to An's house before, but he could accurately find her room.He lifted one leg and kicked the door lock hard. After two kicks, the door opened.
He forcefully dragged the woman into the bathroom and stuffed An Ran into the bathtub. Hot water flowed out, scalding her skin red.
An Ran struggled instinctively, but was pressed down by Fu Lengyu's big hand.