Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 479: Destroy

Mrs. Su cast a cold glance at the servant, "Leave now."

The servant trembled as they left.

In the hallway, Mrs. Su looked at the lavish interior she had schemed so hard to obtain; she absolutely couldn’t allow anyone to take it away. Although she had no feelings for Su Jianteng anymore, she had borne him two sons—if not merit, then at least hard work—and everything Su Jianteng had must eventually fall into her sons’ hands.

No one else should covet it.

Outside the window, the branches tossed by the gale struck the window glass, making a rustling sound.

In the dark night, servants began moving expensive potted plants indoors, busily bustling about.

Mrs. Su stood there for a while, her face full of dark thoughts as she sank into deep contemplation.

An Yin suddenly appearing at her brother-in-law’s shop sounded an alarm for her.

Just by looking at An Yin’s face, as soon as her brother-in-law saw her, he would definitely recognize her identity. After all, the little girl’s physique and demeanor were too similar to An Ying’s. Even the arch of her brows and that high nose bore faint traces of her brother-in-law.

The little girl’s face gathered all of An Ying and Meng Heming’s best features; such a face could be described as unparalleled in beauty!

Seeing the little girl’s face, a surge of fury rose in Mrs. Su’s heart, making her gradually lose control...

It was precisely because of that face’s allure that her brother-in-law was utterly enchanted by her! But what if An Ying’s face were destroyed? When this thought surfaced, Mrs. Su felt cold all over, her eyes flickered slightly, becoming uneasy at heart.

I must be mad! Mrs. Su thought solemnly.

***

An Family, sixth floor.

Recently, An Ying had been recovering well, no longer needing support and occasionally able to cook for herself. Although her movements were still a bit slow, compared to earlier days when she was bedridden, she was much freer now.

Aunt Zhang had become more talkative during her stay at the An Family’s house. After dinner, the two often went for walks, as An Ying couldn’t engage in strenuous exercise, nor could she take too many steps while walking. Often, after walking a certain distance, they would have to return.

That morning, Aunt Zhang saw An Ying tidying up her wardrobe.

They had just finished breakfast when Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen. Seeing An Ying busily taking things out of the wardrobe, she approached with curiosity, "The weather’s not good today for drying clothes."

Aunt Zhang simply assumed that An Ying wanted to take out stuff after it had been in the wardrobe for a long time to air it out, without giving it much thought.

An Ying paused her work, looked at Aunt Zhang standing at the foot of the bed, and smiled, "There’s not much space at home. I want to take out the old clothes to throw away, to make some room."

Aunt Zhang smiled at her words, "You’re right. With your looks, you should spend a bit of effort dressing up more. Out with the old, in with the new. Once these clothes are thrown out, I’ll go with you to buy new ones."

"Auntie Zhang, you’re so kind!" An Ying lifted her eyes, looking at Aunt Zhang with sincerity.

"There’s no need for formality between us," Aunt Zhang reminded.

Over time, their relationship grew closer. In the eyes of outsiders, Aunt Zhang seemed like a visiting relative, given all she did to take care of An Ying. Rain or shine, Aunt Zhang would head to the market early in the morning to buy the freshest vegetables for An Ying’s health.

An Ying noticed all of this.

Aunt Zhang glanced at the few clothes in the wardrobe and lowered her eyes, feeling a little sad.

Actually, everyone understood that, given An Ying’s face, if she wished to remarry with An Yin, she could probably find a decent man. This would immediately improve the mother and daughter’s living standards.

At present, the mother and daughter squeezed into a small, dilapidated apartment, but they had no complaints, always facing life positively. Their down-to-earth attitude earned Aunt Zhang’s admiration. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

At this moment, An Ying bent down, pulling out a dusty suitcase from under the bed.

Aunt Zhang stared in surprise, "Why are you taking out the suitcase?"

"To pack some things."

As An Ying was about to take it to the bathroom to wash it, Aunt Zhang snatched it away, "Let me do it. You just continue tidying up here."

An Ying looked at her helplessly, "Auntie Zhang, I’m getting moldy just sitting around at home every day, a bit of housework won’t hurt."

"Better safe than sorry, you shouldn’t be working right now," Aunt Zhang insisted, unwilling to let An Ying risk any setbacks.

"Oh..."

An Ying watched Aunt Zhang leave quickly, a trace of melancholy crossing her brows. Now she felt like a burden, always causing trouble for others.

As she was about to pack old clothes into a trash bag, a faint knocking sounded from outside.

At that moment, Aunt Zhang was in the bathroom cleaning the suitcase, and possibly due to the noise of running water, she didn’t hear anything from outside.

With uneven steps, An Ying walked, her feet looking quite odd. When she reached the door and grabbed the handle, a dark surge brewed in her eyes; faced with someone knocking, she showed a hint of displeasure. However, the knocking was incessant, impossible to ignore.

"Miss An? Miss An?"

A flattering male voice came from outside. Recently, the downstairs had been under renovation, and Granny Wu had specially visited An Ying to say that because of the work, they didn’t have clean water at home. She asked if the workers could come to her house for some water if they were thirsty.

Out of guilt for Granny Wu, An Ying eventually agreed to her request.

Unexpectedly, the man started coming to knock on her door for water almost daily.

Previously, Aunt Zhang handled it, and An Ying stayed in her room without making contact. However, with Aunt Zhang busy now, An Ying had no choice but to muster the courage to open the door.

The man wore a gray T-shirt paired with jeans, probably covered in dust from the renovation downstairs. He stared straight at the beautiful woman in front of him with wide eyes.

"Miss An, sorry to trouble you. I’d like to have a glass of water at your place, may I?" The man looked at the woman in front of him with a frivolous smile, feeling unbearably hot and bothered.

In all his years, he had never encountered such a stunning woman. Moreover, the woman’s slender waist was truly enticing.

Just by looking at her, he felt a fiery sensation rising within him.

"Wait a moment, I’ll bring it out," An Ying noticed him brazenly sizing her up and hurriedly spoke, closing the door with trepidation before turning to fetch some water.

She grabbed a bottle of mineral water.

The man outside blinked, looking puzzled. She told him to wait, but then closed the door—that was obvious wariness. Despite feeling a little miffed, thoughts of the beauty’s face and waist quelled any anger.