An Ran furrowed her brows and noticed the strange looks from her servants. "Butler, what's going on?" she asked.
The butler shook his head. "You should check your phone."
With a sense of unease, An Ran took out her phone and saw a stream of news and hot searches.
"#The fallen heiress An Ran maliciously framed her colleague? Netizens: We thought she had turned over a new leaf, but she still can't stop being a scumbag."
"#An Ran's private life exposed, already married, but openly flirting with her ex-fiance in a coffee shop! Netizens: Heartbroken for Mr. Fu!"
The more she read, the more ridiculous it became. Then she came across the last one, and her body turned cold as if she had been plunged into ice water.
"#An Ran's cousin cries and exposes her, An Ran has no self-restraint and sleeps around! Now that she has hooked up with Mr. Fu, she wants to destroy her own family! Netizens: A woman who sleeps with anyone! A heartless wolf!"
Was this a return to the Cultural Revolution overnight? Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. An Ran was angry and sad at the same time, her body trembling, and her fingertips dug into her palms. After a moment, she curled her lips into a cold and mournful arc.
Since they wouldn't let her go, she would fight back with all her might and drag them down with her.
An Ran took out the business card that lu had given her and dialed the number on it.
In the evening, An Ran disguised herself in casual clothes, wearing a hat and a mask, and left the house.
Second floor study.
The man was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He stood in front of the French window in a casual black robe, his sexy and imposing figure towering over the room.
"Mr. Fu, should I stop her?" The butler stood beside him, his body slightly bent and his tone respectful.
Fu Lengyu looked at the graceful figure outside with a cold sneer, but there was no trace of humor in his dark and deep eyes. "It's pointless to fight for something with all your might, only to find out it's all in vain. It will only make people more desperate."
The butler looked at An Ran, who had already left the Fu family, and felt a twinge of sympathy and pity. He sighed and the crow's feet around his eyes became more pronounced. "She has suffered enough and paid off her debts. Mr. Fu..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Fu Lengyu'scold and stern voice. "Fubo, you're talking too much today."
Fubo's forehead broke out in a cold sweat and he dared not say another word, retreating quietly.
Fu Lengyu looked out the window. It was true that their family had been destroyed and they had experienced despair time and time again, enough to pay off their debts.
But if they let go of their hatred, what would be left between them...
An Ran left the Fu family and hailed a taxi. The driver was a middle-aged man who looked at her through the rearview mirror in her disguise. "Miss, where to?"
An Ran lowered her hat and gave him the address. The car drove slowly and it took about half an hour to reach the destination.
An Ran paid the fare and got off, looking at the luxurious hotel in front of her. She lowered her hat. Lu had told her that Tang Yu was in this hotel.
She was trapped, and there was nowhere for Tang Yu to hide. As autumn approached, the cold wind blew through the night, causing An Ran to shiver involuntarily. Suddenly, a car horn sounded, and a luxury car pulled up outside the hotel.
An Ran stared intently at the car, as if trying to see through it. Inside the car, a couple was passionately kissing, reluctant to part. An Ran could only vaguely see their outlines. Soon, a man and a woman got out of the car, hugging and kissing each other.
An Ran looked at the woman's face and her eyes narrowed. It was really her... Tang Yu!
An Ran looked at the man who could have been her father: he had an evil smile, a beer belly, and a gold chain around his neck. He didn't look like a decent person at all.
An Ran took out her phone and recorded a video of the couple kissing. Suddenly, she remembered her conversation with Lu Baiye.
"Lu Beiyi, can I ask you for a favor? I want to know Tang Yu's address..."
"Haha, what favor? Just come and see Ruirui when you have time. He misses you a lot and talks about you all the time. Tang Yu's address is not fixed, but I know she's going to the Century Hotel with the latest rich man tonight. You can go there and wait for her."
"Rich man? Hotel!? Aren't you afraid that I'll see something I shouldn't see... and post the video online, ruining your sister's reputation?"
"Up to you. If it can make her sober up, my dad and I will support you with both hands."
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Tang Yu was Lu Baiye's cousin, but it seemed that apart from this relationship, they were like strangers.
An Ran looked at the man and woman walking into the hotel, put away her phone, and was about to turn around and leave when she heard a sharp female voice behind her, "Hey, what are you doing!"
An Ranxin's heart skipped a beat when she mentioned her throat. Was she discovered? How unlucky! An Ran turned around, lifted her hat, and revealed her clear eyes. She looked at the several young men and women who were blocking her way, all of
whom were dressed in an unusual way.
A girl with smoky eye makeup was startled when she saw An Ran's eyes. "Teacher?!"
An Ran calmed down her emotions and said in a low voice,"You've got the wrong person."
The girl looked at her carefully. "Your voice doesn't sound like hers. You're right, you're not the teacher."
After a moment, she shouted, "Hey! Aren't you paparazzi? You take pictures of people's private affairs and post them online. What are you going to write this time? You're just a clickbait! Haven't you killed enough people yet?"
Several companions also looked at An Ran with extremely disgusted expressions.
An Ran's fair and delicate hand clenched her phone, and her bones turned slightly white.
These people... were they so bored that they had to interfere with everything?
An Ran forced herself to calm down and didn't want to continue the entanglement. She lifted her foot and wanted to leave. "I'm not a paparazzi. You've got the wrong person."
The girl's expression turned cold, and she shouted to her companions, "Attack!"
Several companions looked at each other and waved their fists, pushing An Ran to the ground, grabbing her hair, kicking and hitting her.
An Ran's face turned pale. "Do you know that this is illegal?"
In the midst of her words, she dodged the punches and kicks that were coming at her, but was kicked again. Perhaps An Ran's words were too ridiculous, but the young men and women around her didn't seem to be afraid. They looked at each other and burst into laughter.
The girl with heavy makeup walked over and snatched the phone from An Ran's hand, smashing it into pieces right in front of her. An Ran's pupils shrank, and her anger almost consumed her rationality. "What are you doing?" The girl sneered, "I'm just doing some justice for the people! Besides, no one knows about tonight except for you. We have connections! Who do you think will believe you if you tell anyone?"
An Ran's hands and feet trembled as she dodged punches and kicks. She stood up and ran away. "Ah!" Her hair was forcefully pulled, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground in a sorry state.
The next second, An Ran was lifted up by her hair and beaten up, gasping for breath on the ground. "Stop!"