Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 509: You Will Ruin Her

"Why?" The aunt frowned, looking at the other person with complete unease, "You must know, if you keep going on like this, you’ll end up hurting her."

The aunt sincerely accused.

Hearing the aunt’s words, Awu’s straight back stiffened slightly, and his expression gradually darkened, "As long as Miss needs me, I won’t leave her side." Awu repeated once more.

The aunt shook her head, knowing how stubborn the man was, "Enough."

After sighing deeply, the aunt turned and left.

Regarding the love of these young people, the aunt didn’t understand. In her heart, she only hoped Miss could marry into the Bao Family with glory, living the rest of her life smoothly. Right now, having a potential threat lurking around, with the risk of being discovered at any time, how could she not worry?

But alas, what person struck by love would heed the earnest advice of others? After leaving the garage, the aunt quickly adjusted her facial expression, as there were many talkative people in the Su Family, and nothing abnormal could be detected. Besides, Young Master Bao Cheng was still at the Su Family residence.

Inside the garage.

The man leaned one hand against the shelf beside him, his gloomy eyes tinged with a thick chill. His hand trembled slightly as he raised it until he found a box of cheap cigarettes. He shook one out, placing it between his lips. The next second, he picked up an old-fashioned lighter and lit the cigarette.

The swirling smoke blurred his eyes, and after taking a few deep inhales, his expression returned to normal.

In the courtyard covered with goose-soft pebbles.

By the time the aunt entered the hall, the Su Family had already finished dinner. Although Bao Cheng wasn’t the head of the Bao Corporation, just having the surname Bao made the entire Su Family treat him kindly.

Upon seeing the aunt, Su Mother quickly urged her to go upstairs to check on things.

Following Su Mother’s instructions, the aunt had just stepped onto the second floor when a figure came towards her, the man’s face dark and stormy.

"Young Master Bao Cheng!" The aunt respectfully called out, only to watch the man rush downstairs like the wind.

Realizing something was amiss, the aunt didn’t bother with him and hurriedly went to Su Jiaojiao’s bedroom door, only to find the door wide open, the curtains drawn, leaving the room dim with only a few faint beams of light.

"Miss." For someone of her age, her eyesight was noticeably declining. The aunt went to the corner and pulled open the curtains, a piercing light flooding in, instantly brightening the room.

"Auntie, did he, did he leave?"

Turning her head, the aunt saw the exceedingly disheveled Miss on the bed. She noticed that the clothes on her body had disappeared, her hair lay scattered around the pillow, and even the bedding was crumpled. She recalled Young Master Bao Cheng and Miss being in the room just moments ago. Seeing Miss’s condition, the aunt could already imagine what she had just been through.

"This, this..." The aunt stuttered a couple of words and quickly went over to close the door.

"Auntie, did Bao Cheng leave?" Su Jiaojiao lay flat on the bed, her voice muffled.

"I just saw him leave in a hurry, he should be gone." The aunt went to the bed, her sharp eyes immediately spotting the red marks on Miss’s neck.

As a woman, how could the aunt not understand how these marks came to be.

"Did he... did he bully you?"

Su Jiaojiao bit her lip, tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, "No." He didn’t succeed. Just because she kept murmuring the words "baby" in the man’s ear, no matter how heated he got, he still took into consideration the child. However, because she killed his mood, he left in a huff, departing abruptly.

"That’s good." The aunt also knew Miss wouldn’t lie. The aunt walked towards the closet, grabbing a nightgown.

After Su Jiaojiao changed into it, the marks on her body were covered.

This time, Bao Cheng left in anger, and since the restlessness in him hadn’t dissipated, he might have gone off to find some other woman. Thinking of this, Su Jiaojiao’s expression finally eased a little.

She didn’t wish for Bao Cheng to touch her, yet their relationship destined him to be able to touch her.

To erase the marks the man made, Su Jiaojiao got up and headed towards the bathroom.

***

After a week of hesitation, An Yin came early to the milk tea shop opposite the school on Saturday.

Most students were still sleeping in the morning, so there weren’t many people out and about. After ordering a milk tea, An Yin went to the second floor and found a quiet spot to sit down.

Placing the milk tea on the small white square table, she quickly took out her phone from her pocket.

To bolster her courage, she took a deep sip of milk tea, her mouth filled with pearls. She chewed for a while, adjusted her breathing, unlocked her phone, and found the number.

These digits were already imprinted in her mind.

With trembling hands, she lightly tapped on the number, feeling a deep anxiety, and she didn’t dare to raise her head. The call still hadn’t been placed.

A voice came from deep within her heart: An Yin, don’t be a coward. Haven’t you always wanted a father since you were little? Now that his contact information is right there in your contacts, why are you backing down?

Under continuous self-suggestion, An Yin held her breath, her whole body trembling ridiculously, and pressed the number.

"Beep, beep..."

In the moment the call connected, she completely forgot to breathe. Her mind was blank, and all the prepared words vanished.

"Who is this?"

A deep, magnetic voice sounded.

An Yin felt slightly oxygen-deprived, her head dizzy.

"Hello? Who is this?"

The man’s voice came again, and An Yin’s bright eyes darted around, racking her brains on how to respond.

"Not talking? Then I’ll hang up."

The other side explained with patience.

"No... cough, cough..." At the moment she heard the other was about to hang up, she hurried to speak but forgot the few pearls still in her mouth, choking as she spoke. Fortunately, after coughing a few times, she felt slightly better, though her face was a bit flushed.

Upon hearing the soft, gentle voice, the person on the other end was momentarily stunned, feeling a sense of familiarity, "Do we know each other?"

An Yin was startled, did the other recognize her identity? Impossible, right? Forcing herself to calm down, she carefully adjusted her breathing, afraid that the other side would recognize her real voice, and she deliberately pinched her voice, speaking softly, "No."

What An Yin didn’t know was that at this moment, her voice was soft and sweet, very much like a child’s voice.

"If we don’t know each other, then why call me?"

Hearing her words, the man, unusually, wasn’t angry. Instead, he conversed with her slowly and unhurriedly.

"I..." An Yin only felt a sour, astringent sensation in her throat, a tidal wave of grievance rising in her heart.