An You and Xiao Xueer

Wang Qin stood behind him, her fox-like gaze sweeping over the two of them before she finally stepped in to mediate.

"Supervisor Fu, handsome guy, this is a bank. Can't you settle this downstairs? Making a scene here isn't good."

An Yang glanced at Fu Jianming and said, "You haven't forgotten, and I haven't either. Whatever you want to do next, I'll take it. Call me directly if you have a problem—whether it's drinking tea somewhere, an abandoned factory outside the Third Ring Road, or a public restroom at night with no one around, there's nowhere I won't go."

Fu Jianming was about to speak when Wang Qin, seeing things escalating, quickly grabbed his arm, her chest heaving.

"Supervisor Fu, calm down. We still have business at the bank. Let's talk about this when we get back, okay? And you, handsome guy, I think I've seen you at the company. Since we're all coworkers, we'll run into each other often. Can't you just let it slide? Especially with me standing here—would you really lose your temper in front of me? I get scared easily..."

An Yang remained unmoved. He glanced at her decently pretty face, let his gaze drift down to the deep cleavage, then quickly looked away, turning to get a number from the machine.

Fu Jianming had been eyeing Wang Qin for a long time and had finally found a chance to be alone with her. Losing face like this was unbearable!

Shooting An Yang a sinister look, he came up with a plan. "An Yang, losing your job doesn't feel good, does it? Living in Jinguan City isn't cheap. How much is left in your card? Say a few nice words to me, and I'll let you back into the company. How about that?"

An Yang sneered at him. "Just a dog, and you think you're someone important."

Fu Jianming's face darkened further, his tone laced with anger. "Don't be ungrateful. A job with such high pay isn't easy to find. I'm trying to help you out, and you don't appreciate it."

Just then, An Yang's number was called. Ignoring Fu Jianming, he walked straight to the counter and pulled out several thick stacks of US dollars. "Currency exchange, I have an appointment. Total of fifty thousand US dollars."

Fu Jianming froze, disbelief flooding his eyes. Fifty thousand US dollars—at the current exchange rate, that was over three hundred thousand RMB. Even his annual salary wasn't that high.

Wang Qin was also stunned, her eyes lighting up as she looked at An Yang. She hadn't expected him to be a rich second-generation heir.

"Impossible!" Fu Jianming said in a low voice. "You must have stolen that from somewhere!"

An Yang didn't bother responding. After exchanging all the dollars into RMB and depositing them into his account, he thanked the teller and turned to leave, but paused beside Fu Jianming.

"You say I stole it, so come out, and I'll prove it to you."

Fu Jianming instinctively wanted to step out, but stopped after one step, a flicker of fear in his eyes. "You tell me to go out, and I should? Why would I?"

An Yang let out a light scoff, pushed open the door, and walked out without looking back.

Fu Jianming shouted after him, "An Yang, don't get cocky! We'll see about this! I've been in Jinguan City for five years, and I swear I'll take you down!"

A bank security guard approached, looking at him with disdain. "Sir, please keep your voice down. No loud noises."

Fu Jianming took a deep breath. Even Wang Qin's gaze toward him had shifted, carrying a hint of mockery, which only fueled his rage. He turned and yelled at the guard, "What I do is none of your business! Since when does a security guard get to boss me around?"

The guard felt humiliated, though his contempt grew. But at the end of the day, he was just a security guard. If he wanted to keep his job, he had to bow and scrape—that was the reality of society.

"Sir, I'm just politely reminding you. According to regulations, if you keep causing trouble, I have the authority to maintain order here and ask you to leave."

Fu Jianming came up empty. He wasn't stupid; he knew continuing this scene would only hurt him more and lower his standing in Wang Qin's eyes. So he shut his mouth.

Only his heaving chest and heavy breaths betrayed the anger churning inside him.

An Yang walked down the street, his eyes cold. He had seen blood and taken lives—more than a handful. Though he had to restrain himself in the real world given his current strength, if Fu Jianming kept provoking him, he had plenty of ways to deal with him.

He pulled out his phone and called An You. This number had been saved in his phone since he got it, but he'd used it no more than five times.

The call connected quickly, and a sweet, soft voice came through. "Hello? Who is this?"

An Yang paused, then rubbed his nose. The girl hadn't even saved his number.

"It's me, An Yang."

There was silence on the other end, then, "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

An Yang didn't bother with lines like "I'm your brother, can't I call you for no reason?" Given their relationship, such words were meaningless and would only make An You stay silent longer.

"It's like this: Mom sent me some money and told me to take you shopping for clothes. I've been pretty free lately. When are you available? Let's go out and look around."

Silence again on the line, then a long pause before a voice replied, "No need. You're busy with work, and I don't lack clothes. If I need any, I'll buy them myself."

An Yang felt helpless. Was it just because he used to bully her when they were kids? This girl's grudge-holding was unmatched. So he repeated what he'd said.

"I've been pretty free lately. And Mom already transferred the money to my card."

This time, there was no silence. An You said directly, "Then just transfer the money to me. I'll buy it myself."

An Yang was taken aback, momentarily speechless. Then he heard an electronic voice from the other end: "Aier Mall Station has arrived. Please exit from the rear door."

Aier Commercial Plaza was a landmark in Jinguan City, housing a mix of clothing, dining, entertainment, fitness, and more. But its prices were high, unsuitable for ordinary working-class folks.

However, the area around the mall was packed with various snacks, name-brand and off-brand clothing stores, entertainment venues, and leisure spots—a great place for regular people to shop and hang out. It was said that anyone visiting Jinguan City had to come to Aier Commercial Plaza.

"Aier Mall, right? I'm not far from there. Wait for me; I'll be there soon."

With that, An Yang hung up, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Aier Commercial Plaza.

The traffic was a bit heavy, so the trip took a while.

When he got out of the car, the first thing he saw was An You, standing with a friend by the bus stop, using the shelter to block the sun.

It was June, and the afternoon heat outside was intense. Both women were sweating but had been waiting there all along.

An Yang quickly walked over and said to An You, "Been waiting long? Why didn't you go inside the mall?"

An You nodded without greeting and said directly, "I told you not to come, but you came anyway. Is it fun for you to follow us while we shop?"

An Yang simply ignored her, smiled at the girl beside her, and said, "You're An You's friend, right? I'm An You's older brother, An Yang."

The girl beside her glanced at An Yang, then at An You, pursed her lips, and out of politeness greeted him, "My name is Xiao Xueer. Hello, big brother."

Her voice was somewhat cool, but still carried a girl's softness. It was clear she didn't think much of An Yang either.

An You was a bit displeased and directly pulled Xiao Xueer toward a shopping street next to the mall. She didn't really like being with An Yang, especially when she'd told him not to come and he insisted on coming anyway.

An Yang shrugged indifferently and followed behind them, treating it as completing the task his mom had given him.

And so, this street saw a strange scene: two extremely eye-catching beauties walking ahead, with an ordinary young man following behind, especially since there was almost no communication between them.

To be fair, An You was quite pretty. She wasn't very tall, but she was definitely not short for her age. She wore a light blue denim shorts and a white T-shirt, revealing a pair of fair legs, with red sneakers on her feet, giving off a vibrant youthful aura.

Xiao Xueer appeared somewhat taller and slender. Her face was in no way inferior to An You's. She wore a white fitted dress with a bit of lace trim, barely covering half her thighs, outlining an exquisite figure, and her long, straight legs were especially eye-catching.

An Yang followed expressionlessly behind, but inside he was idly calculating.

Xiao Xueer was certainly beautiful, but An You wasn't bad either—both were in the youthful beauty category. However, Xiao Xueer's figure was excellent. He didn't know how she'd grown like that, but in short, she completely outclassed the underdeveloped An You.

Moreover, Xiao Xueer's clothing and style were very good. The fitted dress was well-made, hinting at a decent family background. In contrast, An You was a bit too casual and sloppy, getting outclassed in this aspect too.

Just as An Yang was feeling sorry for his own little sister, An You thought for a moment and realized it wasn't good to keep ignoring him. But as soon as she turned her head, she saw that his gaze had been fixed on Xiao Xueer's back, sizing her up nonstop. Her face instantly darkened. She jerked her head away and quickened her pace forward.

The rest of the time was nothing more than An You and Xiao Xueer shopping and buying small snacks to eat, while An Yang followed behind to pay the bills.

An Yang found it boring following behind and kept hinting for the two beauties to go buy clothes, hoping they'd spend all five thousand yuan so he could escape this sea of suffering.

At first, An You and Xiao Xueer browsed some clothing stores nearby, but Xiao Xueer clearly looked down on these cheap clothes. An You did see a few suitable pieces, tried them on, but didn't buy any.

An Yang couldn't help but wonder if these two girls had teamed up to mess with him.