Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 517: That’s All

An Yin stared blankly at the man, and after understanding his words, she naturally took a step to follow him.

Upon noticing her action, Wu Yan swiftly grabbed An Yin’s arm, "Where are you going?" At this moment, Wu Yan was like a startled bird.

"I..." An Yin looked in the man’s direction.

Meng Heming caught the young girl’s gaze, his eyes landing on the girl’s wrist. At this moment, the young girl was being held back by another girl, and from the expressions of the two, it seemed a conflict had arisen.

Meng Heming looked sternly at Wu Yan, "Let’s find a quieter place to talk."

Wu Yan looked at the unfamiliar man in front of her. A slight chill was visible on his stern face, and perhaps his eyes were too oppressive, causing Wu Yan’s arrogance to diminish significantly, "Alright."

Wu Yan eventually agreed to the man’s proposal.

The bustling street echoed with laughter and joy. As people walked along the street and saw girls with outstanding looks, they couldn’t help but take a few more glances. However, when Meng Heming appeared, those girls’ eyes lit up, and the greed was evident in their gaze. After all, the man appeared to have remarkable demeanor, and as he walked, his refined face gave off an impression of elegance. Coupled with his impeccable attire, there was an unmistakable aura of nobility.

The three of them made their way through the crowd to the edge of the road.

Wu Yan followed closely behind An Yin with a wary face. The next second, she saw the man walk up to a Bentley, and the driver standing outside personally opened the car door for him.

Meng Heming let An Yin enter the back seat first, then signaled to the driver with his eyes.

The driver saw Mr. Meng enter the back seat as well, went to the front passenger seat, and opened the door, "Miss, please."

Wu Yan had never experienced such treatment. Hearing the way she was addressed made her heart swell, so without hesitation, she entered the car, feeling quite overwhelmed.

Upon seeing the car, she had already guessed the owner was wealthy. Her ex-boyfriend loved cars, which had led her to learn some knowledge about them. The one she was sitting in now was a custom model.

Thinking of this, Wu Yan felt a sense of defeat. Why were all the girls Gu Qingyun knew so lavish? The more she thought about it, the more twisted her heart became.

Meng Heming’s gaze wandered over the two young girls.

Wu Yan sat in the front, and as she experienced the luxurious interior of the car, her sense of disparity grew exponentially. Then she thought of the money An Yin owed her. Since An Yin had such a strong backing, she saw no need to hold back.

Wu Yan turned her head, ignoring the man’s cold aura, directly looking at An Yin, "Since you’ve met an acquaintance, let’s not go to your school. Just let him lend you some money."

Wu Yan spoke with such self-assuredness.

"No way." An Yin hurriedly rejected the proposal.

"Why not? It’s only right to pay back a debt." Her sharp voice echoed within the narrow space.

Listening, An Yin felt embarrassed and momentarily forgot to refute.

Meng Heming sat beside the young girl, listening to their conversation. He turned his head and looked into An Yin’s clear and beautiful eyes, "You owe her money?"

For some reason, hearing the man’s question made An Yin feel even worse, "Yes."

"How did you owe it?" Although they had only met a few times, he was convinced that the young girl wouldn’t easily owe someone a favor, there must be a hidden story.

"I..." An Yin looked up slowly and couldn’t help glancing at the passenger seat, then said, "When I was drinking water, I accidentally splashed it on her clothes and bag."

Meng Heming’s eyebrows furrowed deeply, "And then?"

Without waiting for An Yin to speak, Wu Yan chimed in, "My bag can’t be touched by water. Since she damaged it, she must compensate me for the original price." As she spoke, she tightened her grip on the bag, wishing she could hide it away.

Having dealt with countless business transactions, Meng Heming quickly determined the young girl was lying based on a few words despite her age. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Let me see the bag," Meng Heming said in a deep voice.

Wu Yan panicked upon hearing the man’s words, hurriedly clutching the bag tightly in her arms, "What do you mean by this?"

Meng Heming remained composed, "Not even a glance? How else would I know how much your bag is worth?"

Wu Yan was scared. Before the man’s arrival, she could arrogantly demand compensation, but faced with this man, who clearly had seen the world, he might only need a glance to realize the bag was fake.

"Hmph... you’re taking it too far!" Wu Yan pointed repeatedly at the two in the back seat and yelled before pushing the car door open and rushing into the crowd.

Seeing this, An Yin immediately spoke, "I still, I..."

As An Yin was about to push the door open, Meng Heming stopped her, "Sit down."

Hearing the man’s magnetic voice, An Yin paused, biting her lip, twisting the bottle of mineral water in her hand out of shape.

"If that bag were really expensive, would she not let me see it?" Meng Heming analyzed seriously with her.

"I..." An Yin’s mind went blank, her bright eyes blinking, clearly realizing the issue as well.

Meng Heming then asked, "How much did you just give her?" Meng Heming was convinced the young girl had paid because the other had run away so smoothly, not hesitating in the least, indicating they had received some compensation beforehand, likely more than the bag’s worth.

An Yin held up her fingers as a sign.

Seeing her delicate fingertips timidly presented, Meng Heming’s forehead was lined with a frosty cold, "A thousand?"

"Seventeen thousand." Her voice was soft and tender, almost were it not for attentive listening, inaudible.

Seventeen thousand?

Meng Heming straightened, his deep gaze falling on the young girl’s frail frame, watching her brows reveal grievance, making him feel an unexplainable block in his heart.

"Forget it," he sighed, "consider it breaking a bank to avoid disaster."

An Yin felt terrible. Hearing the man’s tone, it was clear she had been scammed, realizing the money she had painstakingly saved was simply given away to someone else, her spirits plummeted.

Meng Heming observed the young girl’s downcast spirit, utterly lifeless, provoking his curiosity, "How much do you intend to compensate her?"

"She said, her bag costs 26,499." An Yin admitted guiltily, "I drained my WeChat funds to compensate her, planning to fetch more cash from school."

An Yin explained her plan.

The driver in the front seat overheard their conversation and couldn’t help but sigh at the young girl’s goodness. If she once stepped into the big dye vat of society, wouldn’t she be bullied till nothing was left?