The originally sunny weather had suddenly turned into a deluge of large raindrops.
As An Yan and Su Yue drove out of the mall and into the lane, they glimpsed An Yirou standing on the roadside awaiting a car, joy painted across her face.
"Step on it, splash her!" An Yan's lips curved faintly.
Su Yue raised an eyebrow and slammed the pedal. The car surged forward, sending dirty puddle water splashing high into the air, soaking An Yirou's champagne-colored gown and even hitting her face.
An Yirou stomped her feet in anger, watching helplessly as the red Porsche sped away.
Not far away, inside a Maybach waiting at the red light.
Han Yang reported, "President Fu, the store manager and the staff at the counter were all fired."
Fu Shiyan gave a faint "Hmm," looking at his phone's screen where Fu Chenyu's name appeared, he hung up the call directly and blocked the number.
Suddenly, Han Yang burst into laughter.
Fu Shiyan shot him an indifferent glance, "What's so funny?"
"That red Porsche just sped past Miss An and splashed her with dirty water from head to toe."
"Schadenfreude, are we?"
Han Yang coughed lightly, "Inside the Porsche was Miss An Yan."
Fu Shiyan's aloof and aristocratic face revealed a rare trace of a smile, though fleeting. "Sometimes, it doesn't pay to be too kind."
"But President Fu, Miss An Yan made over ten million from Young Master Fu today. She's no longer poor, so you can stop worrying about her."
Fu Shiyan frowned, "When have I ever worried about her?"
Han Yang: "..."
The green light turned on, and the Maybach started moving forward.
Fu Shiyan glanced slightly at An Yirou on the roadside, jumping in rage, his icy gaze flashing with amusement, "Step on it, splash her."
Han Yang was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood Fu Shiyan's intent. He accelerated forward.
An Yirou was in the midst of cursing loudly when a metallic black Maybach sped past her, causing her to choke on filthy water before gagging uncontrollably.
Han Yang stole a look at the rearview mirror and noted that Fu Shiyan's lips had curved ever so slightly upward.
Who'd have thought their president had such a playful side?
Fu Corporation.
Fu Shiyan had just stepped out of the executive elevator when he spotted an anxious-looking Fu Chenyu.
"Younger Uncle."
Fu Shiyan carried an innate air of aristocratic arrogance. Even without speaking a word and merely casting a faint glance, he exuded an aura of unquestionable dominance.
He swept Fu Chenyu a glance and headed for his office, "What do you need?"
Fu Chenyu cautiously followed behind, tentatively asking, "Younger Uncle, why did you suddenly start investigating Yinsha International's revenue?"
Fu Shiyan suddenly halted and cast a sidelong glance at him, "I'll give you two minutes to explain."
Han Yang stepped ahead to open the office door. Fu Shiyan strode in with his long, straight legs, while Fu Chenyu stumbled clumsily after him.
Standing like a reprimanded schoolboy before the desk, Fu Chenyu hung his head, staring at the ground in shame.
Fu Shiyan sat in a black leather executive chair, his hands resting casually on the armrests. His clean, polished fingertips drummed lightly, each tap landing heavily on Fu Chenyu's chest.
"Yinsha International's dual accounting records and misappropriation aren't bad work." Fu Shiyan tossed a dossier at his face, the sharp edge of the paper leaving a cut on his cheek.
Looking at the densely packed data and text, Fu Chenyu realized his falsified accounts had been exposed.
He pursed his lips, "Younger Uncle, I needed money to run my own ventures."
"Using Fu Corporation's funds to prop up your hollow companies? Do you take me for a fool?"
At his words, Fu Chenyu's hands tightened into fists.
Fu Shiyan radiated a chilling aura as his typically expressionless face darkened further, "Your so-called deficit-covering entities are actually transferring funds to offshore accounts!"
Fu Chenyu's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, "Younger Uncle, forgive me this once."
"Restore the funds in full. Then we'll move past this. Otherwise, I'll call your father right now."
"Don't call him! If my dad finds out, he'll definitely throw me into prison!" Fu Chenyu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow.
Fu Shiyan lifted his eyelids lightly, "You have half a month."
Fu Chenyu frowned, picturing the figurative duck in hand escaping, agonized at the thought of returning the money—not less a penny—as though draining his blood.
He left the office and immediately called the bank manager, "In a moment, a woman will try to withdraw thirteen million and change. Stop her. What? The money has already been transferred to a charity?"
Fu Chenyu hadn't anticipated An Yan acting so swiftly, nor had he expected her to donate the funds rather than keep them.
He felt a crushing pain in his chest as if struck by a powerful blow. The money was irretrievable.
Han Yang watched him leave before stepping into the office.
"President Fu, earlier Young Master Fu called the bank to try intercepting the check given to Miss An Yan, only to be told the funds had already been directed to a charity."
Hearing this, Fu Shiyan paused in reviewing the document, an instant flicker of astonishment flashing through his eyes.
Despite her own financial hardship, she donated the money.
His mind involuntarily conjured up her pure yet alluring face...
The An Family mansion.
When An Yan returned, she saw Du Xinlan and An Yirou seated on the sofa, both staring venomously at her.
"Where's the card?" Du Xinlan's brows knitted in hostility.
An Yan raised the bag in her hand, "I only bought clothes today, no jewelry yet. I'll continue tomorrow. No idea what's up, though—the card got frozen. I'll have Dad unfreeze it when the time comes."
Du Xinlan slammed her teacup heavily onto the coffee table, "Didn't Chenyu give you a check for over ten million? Hand over the check and the card!"
An Yan studied Du Xinlan's face, which seemed as broad as a cooking pot, "Making money is my talent, and the card was given to me by Dad. Neither belongs to you, nor do you have the right to demand them."
"The company's performance isn't doing so well. As a member of the An Family, you have the obligation to contribute!"
An Yan replied with an "Oh," "Judging by the jewelry covering you from head to toe, I'd say you can sell them for at least twenty million. You should do your part for the family and pawn them at a luxury resale shop!"
"You!" Du Xinlan felt that An Yan had transformed, no longer meek and submissive, daring even to talk back.
An Yan smirked, "Since we're talking about being a part of the An Family, it suddenly occurred to me that the shares held by the family company should include my portion. Considering even a stepdaughter has shares, how could I possibly have less? I think I'll consult a lawyer about it soon."
Du Xinlan's mouth gaped in shock as she watched An Yan turn a corner and head upstairs.
"Mom, Sister is genuinely eyeing the company shares."
Du Xinlan puffed her cheeks in anger, "Don't worry, everything in the An Family belongs to you and has absolutely nothing to do with that little hussy."
An Yirou furrowed her brows, "But she's Dad's daughter after all."
Du Xinlan held her hand gently, "Rest assured! Every asset of the An Family is yours."