vrcanaries Chapter 81 What kind of trouble are you causing me!
Chapter 81 What kind of trouble are you causing me!
Lai Yuqiang seemed to feel that it wasn't enough.
Thinking about how An Ying openly confronted her during the day, implying that she was just a cook, made her furious.
Today, some of Fu Chengli's close friends came to IRIS Bar.
An Ying was not invited.
This is enough to show that, in Fu Chengli's eyes, she was not qualified to be part of his circle of friends.
Thinking of this, she felt a little smug.
Lai Yuqiang leaned over, her whole body curving into an S-shape, and whispered something in Fu Chengli's ear in an extremely intimate manner.
Fu Chengli's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips.
People around the card table turned to look, and some even made jokes:
"Hey, what's going on? You two are showing off your love?"
"Tell me honestly, what's going on between you two right now?"
"Yu Qiang, we're all looking forward to the wedding banquet."
"President Fu, President Lai's devotion to you is as clear as day!"
"I feel like that single dog on the side of the road who suddenly gets kicked."
"Ha ha ha ha........"
The VIP room erupted in laughter.
Lai Yuqiang covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
Fu Chengli remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged. With a flick of his long, slender finger, he tossed out an eight of bamboo.
Laughter filled the private room.
The door was gently closed.
An Ying stared thoughtfully at the closed door of the private room for a few seconds, then walked away with her hands behind her back.
An Ying raised her eyebrows and smiled faintly.
It's true that Fu Chengli is not interested in women.
An Ying had been to his house twice and had never seen any trace of a woman.
Just now, Lai Yuqiang's butt was sticking out so high it looked like it was holding up a glass of soda.
The other men at the card table were completely captivated by her, their very souls practically bewitched.
He remained as steady as a Buddha, his eyes fixed only on that broken eight of bamboo.
However, it's also true that he has no shortage of women.
Even without Lai Yuqiang, there were Wang Yuqiang, Zhang Yuqiang, and Li Yuqiang, who all pounced on him.
Currently, An Ying feels that her relationship with Fu Chengli is just right, within a comfortable range.
He was her boss at work.
She was his cousin in name only.
As long as those women who fawn over Fu Chengli don't cause him trouble, that's fine.
An Ying lowered her head and washed her hands at the bathroom sink.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a dark figure darted in.
Looking up at herself through the mirror on the sink, An Ying couldn't help but frown.
"This is the women's restroom. Men are not allowed to enter. Please leave."
The short man in the mirror was wearing a black oversized men's hoodie, a plain black baseball cap, and a black face mask.
I can't see their faces clearly.
The man seemed deaf, completely ignoring An Ying's warning, and even slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.
There was a clang.
Locked.
There were only two people left in the bathroom.
An Ying's heart jumped into her throat.
The noisy singing outside was completely inaudible.
All I could hear was my heart pounding wildly.
"Who are you! Didn't you hear me tell you to get out?!"
An Ying felt her voice trembling as she spoke.
The icy water from the tap flowed across An Ying's fingertips.
An Ying's hands trembled, and she retreated step by step.
She suddenly reached into her bag and started searching for her phone.
Ye Rao is still downstairs, she should make it in time...
The man in the hoodie strode forward and kicked the hand that had just touched the phone.
The phone was kicked over and landed on the other side of the bathroom.
An Ying hissed in pain.
The man in the hoodie cornered An Ying against the wall and forcefully covered her mouth with his hand.
The man used his other hand to remove his hat and mask.
An Ying then got a clear look at the man's face.
What kind of man is he?
It was An Xiaoxiao, whose face was sallow and whose expression was haggard.
An Ying's nose and mouth were stuffed shut, and she was sobbing.
An Xiaoxiao took out a small knife from her pocket and held it against An Ying's neck.
"Sister, be a good girl, okay?"
An Xiaoxiao tied An Ying's hands and feet with a rope.
Still reeling from the shock, An Ying felt her legs go weak and collapsed to the ground.
An Xiaoxiao held the small knife in her hand, playing with it with great interest.
With all her might, An Ying suddenly turned to the locked door and shouted, "Is anyone there?! Help! Help—"
Before she could even finish saying the word "fate," a sharp blade was pressed against her cheek.
A sharp, stabbing pain.
An Xiaoxiao's tone was laced with mockery.
"Stop shouting. I just had the DJ change to a really loud song. Nobody can hear you now."
An Ying gritted her teeth: "An Xiaoxiao, what exactly do you want to do!"
An Xiaoxiao looked down contemptuously at the woman who was tied to the ground.
"Sister, I told you, you'll never be able to get rid of me in this lifetime."
An Ying angrily said, "An Xiaoxiao, you're pregnant, how can you do this!"
An Xiaoxiao said indifferently, "Sister, how dare you mention this child?"
An Ying was taken aback: "What's wrong with the child?"
An Xiaoxiao's eyes were full of mockery: "You've hurt me so badly, and you still have the leisure to pretend you don't know anything?"
"An Ying, do you know why I hate you?"
"You're always like this, always with that innocent and aloof look, so hypocritical, it makes me want to vomit."
An Ying was completely confused.
An Xiaoxiao lowered her head and stroked her slightly protruding belly, but her eyes gradually turned sinister:
“Lu Qiyao doesn’t want me anymore, the Lu family doesn’t acknowledge the child in my belly, Lu’s mother took back all the betrothal gifts, and I became the laughing stock in the entire circle.”
"I've fallen so low, why won't you leave me alone?"
"Sister, you've had it all, why aren't you satisfied?!"
An Ying steadied herself, took a deep breath, and said:
“An Xiaoxiao, Lu Qiyao breaking off your engagement is a matter between the two of you. He doesn’t love you anymore, and he doesn’t want to marry you. I haven’t contacted him since your engagement party. Your relationship has run into problems, so why are you causing me trouble!”
An Xiaoxiao sneered: "Don't you know why I'm causing you trouble? You've been secretly investigating me and even had people follow me, and now you're denying it?"
An Ying frowned: "What do I investigate about you?!"
An Xiaoxiao closed her eyes briefly, then suddenly pressed the sharp blade against An Ying's neck: "An Ying, the child in my belly isn't Lu Qiyao's. Did you leak this information?"
An Ying's breath hitched, and her eyes widened in shock.
What did she just hear?
The child in An Xiaoxiao's belly isn't Lu Qiyao's?!
"What did you say...? I have no idea..."
An Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth: "Otherwise, who else would be so scheming to kill me!"
"An Ying, if I die, you won't live either!"
An Xiaoxiao grabbed the knife in her hand and slashed at An Ying.
An Ying instinctively dodged, suddenly grabbing the bag in her hand.