Chapter 17 Who saw you give me 10,000 yuan?

Chapter 17 Who saw you give me 10,000 yuan?

[Ugh, it looks like pig slop and smells awful!]

[Damn, it's that woman's smell! She's wearing so much perfume, it's almost stinky!]

[Don't reach your hand forward! Touch me again, and I'll show you why flowers are so red!]

Fu Xiaoting's mind was already racing with a full-blown brawl, but on the surface, he remained as cold and aloof as ever.

However, his handsome face visibly darkened.

An Jing seemed completely oblivious to the impending danger, still holding the bowl, and tried to take another step forward, her voice even more sweet and charming: "Sir, please try some, just a small sip..."

Yun Yang watched as Fu Xiaoting raised his hand, his fingers slightly spread, his target clear: the steaming bowl of oatmeal porridge in An Jing's hand!

If you spill this, you'll definitely get burned and lose a layer of skin!

Without thinking twice, Yun Yang rushed over in a flash.

She suddenly stepped between the wheelchair and An Jing, and spoke in a clear voice: "Sir!"

"The beef looks exceptionally fresh today; it must have been a live cow before it died! Want a beef burger?"

The restaurant fell silent after those words were spoken.

Fu Xiaoting's hand, which was already halfway raised, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

He slowly raised his eyes, his unfathomable black pupils landing lightly on Yun Yang without even nodding.

But his inner thoughts were already going crazy.

【Aaaaaaah! A hamburger! I want a hamburger!】

[Eat! I have to eat! I want a chicken burger! A double one! Topped with sauce! Ahhh, make it now!]

Yun Yang: "..."

Okay, okay, stop shouting.

These inner thoughts were giving her a headache.

She turned quickly, walked out of the restaurant without looking back, and headed straight for the kitchen.

I wouldn't dare give Fu Xiaoting any fried chicken burgers.

With his fragile stomach, wouldn't eating that just send her to her grave? Maybe we should just make a healthy beef burger.

As soon as Yunyang stepped into the kitchen, she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

Anjing stood angrily blocking the doorway, her meticulously made-up face slightly distorted with rage.

"Yun Yang! What do you mean?!"

"I didn't get in your way, so why are you stealing my thunder!"

Yun Yang glanced back at her, took a piece of fine beef tenderloin from the shelf, and began to process it without looking back.

"I'm not trying to steal your thunder."

She patiently explained, "Didn't you see how dark the gentleman's face was? He was about to knock over the bowl in your hand, and I was just trying to help you."

"help me?"

An Jing chuckled as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

“I’ve been here much longer than you! I know your husband’s temperament better than you do! He’s just naturally averse to smiling.”

Quietly, she crossed her arms, arrogantly raised her chin, and her eyes held a hint of contempt and smugness.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Gujiro has already instructed me to keep an eye on you. I advise you to recognize your place. If you dare to have any more inappropriate thoughts, don't blame me for reporting you!"

Yunyang paused in her chopping of meat patties.

She slowly turned her head and looked at An Jing as if she were a fool.

Telling the target their undercover identity directly—is this some new kind of spy movie trope?

Arguing with someone whose cognitive level is completely different from yours only proves that you are dumber than them.

Yun Yang was too lazy to waste any more words with her, so she turned around and focused on seasoning the minced meat and putting it into the pot.

Seeing that Yun Yang dared to ignore her, An Jing's anger flared up instantly.

She felt humiliated.

"Did you hear me?!"

Anjing roared angrily, grabbed a handful of salt from the spice jar next to her, and threw it hard into the frying pan where she was frying meat.

With a "ripping" sound.

The white salt grains covered the sizzling, oily meat patties, which were instantly soaked in the hot oil.

Just then, a deep and imposing figure appeared at the kitchen doorway.

Fu Xiaoting sat in his wheelchair, staring expressionlessly at the ruined meat pie in the pot, his eyes as cold as ice.

An Jing's smug expression froze instantly, and all color drained from her face.

Fu Xiaoting didn't look at her, but simply raised his hand, pointed to the pot, and then pointed to An Jing.

The meaning is obvious.

Anjing was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she stammered, "Sir... I... I didn't mean to..."

Fu Xiaoting's gaze grew even colder.

The bodyguard next to her immediately stepped forward and, without any hesitation, scooped the salty, bitter, and undercooked meat pie into a plate and handed it to An Jing.

"Eat it."

The bodyguard coldly uttered two words.

Quietly staring at the meat pie, stained with blood and covered in salt, her stomach churned, yet she dared not disobey, and could only weep as she slowly stuffed the meat pie into her mouth.

...

Afternoon, in the study.

Fu Xiaoting had been dealing with documents all afternoon and seemed a little tired. He leaned back in his chair irritably and pointed forward casually.

An Jing, who was standing by waiting at any moment, suddenly brightened up.

Are you calling me, sir?

She immediately straightened her skirt and asked softly, "Sir, are you tired? Would you like me to massage your shoulders?"

As she spoke, she reached out to put her hand on Fu Xiaoting's shoulder.

The moment my fingertips touched the expensive suit fabric—

"bass!"

Fu Xiaoting suddenly grabbed the pen on the table and slammed it into the heavy solid wood desk in front of him!

The pen tip pierced deep into the wood, and the pen body vibrated violently due to the immense force, emitting a buzzing sound.

Anjing screamed in fright, stumbled back several steps, and fell to the ground with a thud, her face pale.

Yun Yang seemed oblivious to the farce unfolding here.

He walked over unhurriedly, turned on the huge LCD TV on the wall, skillfully brought up a video software, and opened the playlist.

Soon, a familiar guzheng prelude began to play.

Several large characters appeared on the television screen: "The Legend of Zhen Huan".

Fu Xiaoting's agitated expression miraculously eased the moment he saw the television screen.

He silently pulled out the pen from the table, tossed it aside, maneuvered his wheelchair, turned it around to face the television, and watched with great interest.

【Oh, Huanhuan! Huanhuan is so happy, I want to eat crayfish...】

Yun Yang: "..."

Xiaoting, look at Anjing, doesn't she look like a lobster?

She's so angry she's turned red...

As the day went by, An Jing suffered repeated defeats, and her gaze toward Yun Yang grew increasingly resentful.

She couldn't understand where she went wrong.

Why is it that Yunyang can always guess what the gentleman is thinking so perfectly?

In the evening, I returned to my dormitory.

Yunyang was so tired that her bones felt like they were about to fall apart, and all she wanted to do was take a shower and lie down.

She looked at Anjing, who was sitting on the bed leisurely painting her nails, and asked, "Where are the things I asked you to bring yesterday?"

Anjing crossed her legs, glanced lazily at Yunyang, and said lightly, "What is it? I don't know."

Yun Yang's face darkened.

"I gave you ten thousand yuan."

"Oh? Is that so?" Anjing put down her nail polish, finally looking at her directly, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Who saw you give me ten thousand yuan? Do you have any proof?"

Seeing Yun Yang's face growing increasingly grim, he clenched his fist.

An Jing was not afraid at all. Instead, she stood up triumphantly, moved closer to Yun Yang, lowered her voice, and said in a sinister tone, "Yang Yang, I'm warning you, there are rules in Xiaoyuan. Fighting is not allowed."

"If you dare to lay a finger on me, we'll both be dragged out and dealt with."

"At that time, no one will have an easy time."

Looking at An Jing's despicable face, Yun Yang's anger burned ever brighter.

She suddenly raised her hand.

"Smack!"

A crisp, resounding slap landed hard on An Jing's face!

Anjing covered her rapidly swelling face, her eyes wide with disbelief: "You dare hit me? Aren't you afraid of me...?"

Yun Yang shook her slightly numb hands, her eyes as cold as ice: "Shout, shout louder, tell everyone that I'm fighting with you, let's die together."

She took a step forward, looking down at An Jing with a commanding gaze: "Where's the money?"