Chapter 56

"Absolutely not, Mr. Mu looks like a successful person, how can he sit down there? Come with me to the private room, and bring your friend along too!" Qian Xingye immediately seemed extremely generous as he invited them.

Mu Yan, however, smiled and thought to himself, "I didn't plan to play anymore, but now that you want your daughter and future son-in-law to continue to embarrass themselves, I don't mind."

While they were chatting, Yang Bin and Qian Xiaoman brought Chen Shao to the main hall downstairs.

Chen Shao immediately spotted An An, who was the center of attention, and his eyes lit up.

Qian Xiaoman giggled in his ear, "Chen Shao, I didn't lie to you, right? This little cabbage is quite fresh, but she already has an owner, and it seems the owner is quite wealthy. Whether you can take this little cabbage from someone else is up to your ability!"

"Hehe, Xiaoman, you underestimate me too much. In the past, I was a big shot in the capital. The women I set my eyes on rarely got away." Chen Shao, who wouldn't admit defeat in front of Qian Xiaoman, puffed out his chest and went forward.

An An was listening to Wu Yu talk about college life. Originally, she had given up on herself, but after being the center of attention that night, she felt much better. After hearing Wu Yu talk about college, she actually started to look forward to it. She couldn't help but laugh when Wu Yu mentioned some interesting stories.

Just as she and Wu Yu were laughing together, she suddenly noticed someone sitting next to her.

At first, she thought it was Mu Yan returning, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be another man who only slightly resembled Mu Yan.

"Hello, beautiful princess, my name is Chen Jiahui. I couldn't help but come over when I saw you just now. I want to get to know you!" Chen Jiahui held out one hand and extended the other, as if to shake hands.

An An looked at Chen Jiahui and then at Yang Bin and Qian Xiaoman, who were grinning behind him. She already disliked these two people and had been restraining herself from provoking them. Now, seeing Chen Jiahui, who was clearly sent by them, her anger flared up.

She didn't extend her hand but coldly said to Chen Jiahui, "This is my boyfriend's seat. He'll be back soon, and I'm not interested in getting to know you."

"Hehe, beautiful, don't be so cold. Do you know who I am?" Chen Jiahui asked.

"Who you are has nothing to do with me," An An said warily.

Chen Jiahui, who had learned from Qian Xiaoman that the woman in front of him was a kept woman, no longer pretended to be a gentleman when he saw her resistance. He smiled and whispered, "How much does your so-called boyfriend give you each month? If you come with me, I'll give you an extra 100,000 a month to spend. I won't dump you for at least a year or two. What do you say?"

As he spoke, Chen Jiahui reached out and grabbed An An's hand.

An An, feeling furious when Chen Jiahui grabbed her, pulled her hand away and then picked up a glass of wine from the table and threw it in Chen Jiahui's face.

"Damn it, you bitch, you're just a kept woman. Do you think you're so great just because you sell yourself for a higher price? You dare to throw wine at me? Do you think I won't have the man who keeps you send you to my bed tonight?" Chen Jiahui, drenched in wine, became furious.

The others, hearing this, began to murmur. Some who knew about An An's situation were puzzled by her sudden change. Now, hearing Chen Jiahui's words, they found it reasonable. It must be that An An's family was in dire straits, so she became someone's mistress.

Thinking about the man from earlier, who was almost thirty and could be An An's father, they wondered if anyone would believe they were a couple. It was one thing for a college student to become a mistress, but now even high school students were doing it.

Feeling the change in the way people looked at her, even Wu Yu gave her a suspicious glance, An An felt a wave of委屈 (grievance) and her eyes turned red. She glared at Chen Jiahui and said, "Don't slander me."

"An An, when I invited you to my birthday party a few days ago, you looked so down and out. How did you become so high and mighty in such a short time? You need to give us a reason. Even if you met a prince, he wouldn't invest so much in you so quickly." Yang Bin, fearing that he would be ridiculed for not recognizing An An's potential, joined in with Chen Jiahui.

"I..."

Faced with such accusations, An An had no idea how to respond. Mu Yan was a last-minute find, and the clothes she was wearing were borrowed from Qing Qing. How could she explain that it was all fake?

An An suddenly felt she shouldn't have come. If it weren't for Qing Qing's persuasion, she wouldn't have come. She felt that the suspicion and contempt in everyone's eyes were more humiliating than when Yang Bin slapped her.

"An An, I never thought you would fall so low. You're not even out of high school and you're already a kept woman!" Yang Bin, seeing An An's response, felt even more confident that his guess was correct.

Chen Jiahui, wiping the wine from his body, said viciously, "Bitch, don't blame me for bullying you. When the man who keeps you comes, I'll make him give you to me in front of everyone and see if he agrees."

"I'm willing, are you?"

At that moment, a stern voice suddenly rang out, and he pushed through the crowd and walked over.

An An didn't leave because Mu Yan hadn't arrived. To her, Mu Yan seemed to be her only hope at that moment.

"Brother Yan!" When Mu Yan appeared, she couldn't hold back and threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face. Her委屈 (grievance) made anyone who saw her feel heartbroken.

Mu Yan felt An An's hand gripping his arm tightly. If it were anyone else, they would have cried out in pain.

Although he only heard the last few words, the fact that a girl could be reduced to this state showed how much An An had suffered in his absence.

Mu Yan couldn't help but feel a pang of pain. He gently stroked her hair and comforted her, "An An, don't be sad. I'm here, and no one can bully you!"

Perhaps it was Mu Yan's promise, or perhaps the warmth and security of his embrace, but An An's grip on Mu Yan gradually loosened. Her hands slowly slid to his waist, and her body softly leaned against his.

Mu Yan patted her shoulder and then looked at Chen Jiahui, whose face was pale and whose expression was unpredictable. He coldly said, "What are you going to do about this?"

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