Fu Lengyu's sharp eyes were as cold as ice, and he looked at An Ran with disdain, his mocking tone piercing through her heart.
"Do you deserve it?"
An Ran's face instantly turned pale, her already poor complexion becoming even more desolate and sorrowful. Yes, she didn't deserve it. She was just a substitute bought for 140 million.
A substitute.
She gave a bitter smile in her heart, but before she could react, a roar of anger echoed in her ears, causing her pain.
"Get out."
An Ran clenched her hand, which was hanging on her right thigh, took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out of the room.
At the same time, Fu Lengyu's knuckles stood out as his large, healthy, wheat-colored hand gripped the door handle, his veins bulging and terrifying.
With a loud "bang", the door was closed.The anger in Fu Lengyu's chest roared, and his rough hand quickly grabbed An Ran's arm, lifting it up and pressing it over her head.
"Remember your identity. You're just a substitute. Don't think about things you shouldn't be thinking about!"
Although his voice was not as harsh as before, the coldness emanating from his bones enveloped An Ran from head to toe.
An Ran's shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and her voice quivered.
"I...I didn't."
She didn't think about things she shouldn't be thinking about, and she didn't dare to.
Fu Lengyu looked at her, their eyes meeting for only three seconds before he forcefully pulled An Ran's arm forward.
An Ran stumbled to keep up until they stopped at a room on the third floor. Fu Lengyu kicked the door open with his foot and threw An Ran inside. She lost her balance and fell to the ground, her delicate skin rubbing against the floor, causing a sharp pain. Her arm turned red visibly quickly.
Fu Lengyu sneered and squatted down, using his index finger to lift An Ran's delicate chin. His black and white eyes glanced carelessly at the window behind her that had just fallen to the ground. Then he laughed, like a Rakshasa walking out of hell.
He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, "An Ran, do you want to try standing on the unprotected balcony on the third floor?"
An Ran's fear overwhelmed her, like a tsunami that engulfed her and made her suffocate. She shook her head frantically, at a loss for words. Before she could refuse, Fu Lengyu had already dragged her to the window that had fallen to the ground.
An Ran's voice trembled with tears, "No, please, let me go."
She begged in a low voice, and it felt like an invisible hand was tearing her heart apart. She wasn't afraid of death, but she couldn't die. Her father's funeral hadn't been arranged yet, her mother was in critical condition, and there was Yang Xu who had harmed her, her younger sister... Ah, she couldn't die.
Fu Lengyu's voice was cold and deep, with a clear meaning. He pushed the fallen window open with his bony fingers, and the hot wind rushed in from outside.
On a scorching summer day, An Ran felt a chill that wentstraight to her heart, despite the heat. She cried helplessly, tugging at the corner of the man's suit jacket with her small hands, her pleading voice so low that it was almost inaudible, but her eyes were stubborn.
So much like her.
Fu Lengyu's plump fingertips landed on her tear-stained yet stubborn eyes, rubbing them gently twice before lifting An Ran up in an instant.
And then he pushed her out without any hesitation.
"Ah..."
An Ran was placed on the third-floor balcony so carelessly, and despair made her forget her tears for a moment.
She was so scared...
The fear that sprouted from her heart spread through every pore of her body, clamoring.
She didn't dare to struggle, afraid of angering the man. If she made a mistake, she would be separated from her mother forever.
The more An Ran was afraid, the more Fu Lengyu's deep and ancient eyes filled with anger.
His narrow eyes sneered, "She must have been sodesperate to jump from such a high floor."
An Ran held onto the man tightly, trampling on his former dignity that was once so high and mighty.
"I...I beg you to spare me. I'll do anything to redeem myself. I...I don't want to die."
Fu Lengyu seemed to have had enough of her humility, and finally pulled An Ran back in from the window.
An Ran fell to the ground in the room, gasping for air as if she had been given a new lease on life.
"Remember your identity, you're just a substitute."
...
The next morning, the slanting sunlight shone through the window and reflected on An Ran's fluffy hair. She squatted there with her hands crossed on her knees, burying her face deeply into her knees. She lifted her head, blinked her swollen eyes, and looked at the sun rising from the eastern horizon.
As she smiled, she started to cry.
She held her knees and cried silently, her voice was very small, like a kitten, tugging at people's heartstrings. "Mom and Dad, I'm so tired!"
The phone rang, bringing her back to reality. Her stifffingers slowly reached for the phone not far away on the ground and answered it. She moistened her dry lips with her tongue and asked anxiously, "What's wrong, Aunt Song? Did something happen to my mother?"
As she spoke, she was about to stand up from the corner of the wall, but because she had been squatting for a long time, her blood circulation was poor, her legs were slightly stiff, and her center of gravity was unstable. She stumbled and her right shoulder hit the wall heavily.
It hurt so much...
Aunt Song's voice became more and more anxious as she spoke, "No, it's the old master. Miss, your aunt and the relatives of the An family said that if they can't come up with the money for the old master's funeral, they will cremate the grandfather and bury him casually."
An Ran's voice was sharp and resolute, refusing without hesitation. "No, it's not possible."
As she spoke, she rushed out of the room. While walking, she continued to speak on the phone, "Aunt Song, you hold them off for now. I'll be there soon."
She hung up the phone and quickly ran downstairs, intending to ask the servant about Fu Lengyu's whereabouts. However, as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw the cold and elegant mansitting at the dining table, enjoying his breakfast.
Her movements slowed down noticeably, and she leaned against the staircase, moving slowly towards Fu Lengyu. An Ran's hands were clenched tightly under her belly, and she struggled to find the words to say, but had to speak.
"You...you...you..."
Fu Lengyu's eyes turned cold, and he slammed the toast he was holding onto the plate.
"Spit it out. Don't waste my time."
An Ran took two steps back, lowered her head, and her face was full of humiliation.
"You said yesterday...you would give me 1 million yuan for my father's funeral."
"Oh..."
Fu Lengyu gave a cold smile, raised his eyes to look at An Ran, and his oppressive aura made her tremble involuntarily.
Men never hesitate. He took out a check for 1 million yuan from his pocket and held it up to An Ran.
"Want it?"An Ran nodded nervously.
Women's sixth sense is very accurate, and she knew that Fu Lengyu wouldn't give her the check so easily. But she never expected the conditions he proposed to be so shameful.
"If you want it, then kneel down and beg me!"