Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 516: What’s Wrong?

"I don’t have that much money in my WeChat," An Yin said muffledly.

At the moment she heard the amount, a layer of mist covered her eyes.

However, in Wu Yan’s eyes, she only seemed pretentious, even thinking that An Yin was trying to gain her sympathy.

"How much can you repay now?" Wu Yan’s words were cold, ignoring An Yin’s panic.

With trembling hands, An Yin took out her phone and checked the balance in her WeChat, "It’s over seventeen thousand..."

Every time she went out, Ms. An would transfer some money to her. Over time, it accumulated since An Yin didn’t spend much usually.

"Transfer it first," Wu Yan perked up upon hearing this, her eyes brightened. She hadn’t expected An Yin to be so cooperative.

Wu Yan quickly handed over the QR code for payment.

An Yin hesitated, but seeing Wu Yan’s sharp gaze, she reached out and scanned the code. Soon, there were only a few dozen yuan left in her WeChat. Looking at the brief figures, An Yin felt deeply saddened.

She initially wanted to save up some money to give to Ms. An to lighten her burden. But before she could give it away, she found herself in financial straits.

"What about the rest?" Wu Yan’s frustration eased significantly after seeing the over ten thousand yuan arrive.

"I’ll get it from my dormitory," An Yin only wanted to resolve this matter quickly and had no choice but to use the money Meng Sihan had previously given her.

"Let’s go, I’ll go with you," Wu Yan volunteered, eager to get the money quickly.

An Yin hung her head, feeling very complicated.

For kids from ordinary families like them, compensating tens of thousands felt like the sky was falling.

"Okay." An Yin sniffled, her eyes started to heat up, and tears began to drop down.

Seeing this, Wu Yan quickly sat down, glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, and then relaxed, complaining, "I’m the victim, why are you crying?"

"Wuwu..." An Yin pulled out two tissues from the table to wipe her tears, yet the more she wiped, the harder they fell, completely uncontrollable, "I’m sorry..."

She only felt wronged. Right now, money was crucial for their family.

"You better stop, or others will think I’m bullying you." Wu Yan panicked a bit, seeing An Yin crying so pitifully, she felt incredibly irritated, and her tone naturally became harsher.

An Yin was fair-skinned, and once she cried, her nose and eyes would turn faintly red.

"Are you trying to avoid paying?" Wu Yan saw how sad she was crying, and a light bulb went off in her head, suddenly realizing, "Even if you pretend to be pitiful, you can’t shortchange me a penny."

Seeing her continue to cry, Wu Yan just assumed An Yin wanted to gain her sympathy.

"No, no." An Yin’s voice was hoarse.

"Then hurry up and pay," Wu Yan disliked girls who cried at the drop of a hat, but the fact that An Yin was quite beautiful, with a touch of endearing weakness in her sobs, only annoyed her more. Good thing she was a girl, unaffected by such tricks.

An Yin picked up the half-empty bottle of mineral water, took a small sip to wash away the soreness in her throat, and tried to adjust her breathing.

Wu Yan glanced contemptuously at her, thinking of how her friend got along so closely with Gu Qingyun, and her hatred sparked again.

"Let’s go."

An Yin stood up.

Wu Yan was pulled back from her thoughts, glanced at An Yin reluctantly, and took out a pair of sunglasses from her bag, "Wear them, or else people might think I’m bullying you."

Looking at the brand-new sunglasses, An Yin felt a shadow over other people’s possessions, "No, thank you." She said, then took out a mask from her pocket and put it on.

Wu Yan snorted coldly, seeing the mask covering An Yin’s reddened nose, though her slightly swollen eyes were still exposed. Wu Yan couldn’t bother about those details now; getting the money was most important.

The two walked out of the café, heading down the street towards the bus stop.

A black car sped down the street.

The man in the backseat occasionally covered his mouth and coughed lightly. The driver noticed and showed a hint of concern, "Mr. Meng, should we go to the hospital?"

"No need."

A weary tone escaped Meng Heming’s lips.

Knowing Meng’s character from years of working together, the driver refrained from insisting, knowing he was resolute once he decided.

"Cough cough..."

After a few repeated coughs, Meng Heming took out a blood-stained handkerchief from his chest pocket, his gaze gradually deepening.

The handkerchief still vaguely showed some light blue, indicating that it was once deep blue, but due to frequent washes, the color had faded considerably.

He carefully folded it back up and placed it into his pocket.

In a daze, he casually glanced outside, his gaze suddenly fixed on a familiar figure, "Stop!"

A screeching brake sounded.

The driver skillfully pulled over to the side quickly without affecting the traffic behind.

Even before the driver could open the door for him, Meng Heming pushed open the back seat door and chased after the slender figure in the crowd.

"Can’t we take a cab? Why squeeze the bus?" Wu Yan complained to the silent An Yin beside her.

An Yin’s face was troubled; she only had a few dozen yuan left in her WeChat and had to save every bit possible.

"You mute?" Seeing her not responding, Wu Yan poked An Yin’s arm with two fingers.

"Taking the bus is the same," An Yin replied slowly.

As she finished speaking, the two saw a tall figure standing in front of them. The man dressed elegantly exuded an innate aura of dominance; just by standing there, he commanded the crowd effortlessly. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Sir, you’re blocking our way," Wu Yan, eager to get the money to avoid regrets, blurted bluntly upon seeing the sudden appearance of the man. Had he not looked unusual, her attitude might have been worse.

Meng Heming frowned at her words but quickly dismissed Wu Yan and looked at the little girl nearby, "We meet again."

An Yin stared dully at him, taking a while to react, "Such a coincidence!" she stammered out a few words.

At this moment, Meng Heming noticed the red, swollen eyes of the little girl, indicating she had been crying not long ago. Even though she wore a mask covering half her face, from her eyes, Meng Heming could tell she was unhappy.

"Too many people here, come with me," Meng Heming’s gaze deepened. Seeing her wronged expression, an inexplicable ache filled his heart.