Chapter 3: Fu Shiyan Protects An Yan
Hearing the noise, An Yan's eyes snapped open.
Seeing the unwelcome duo, her expression instantly darkened.
An Yirou's voice was weak, "Sister, are you feeling alright?"
An Yan sat up, her red lips curling up, "Thanks to you two, I nearly turned into a pile of ashes." Ignoring their sarcastic remark, Fu Chenyu was both surprised and dazzled by An Yan's bare face.
Gone was her usual nauseatingly haughty demeanor; she now resembled a cold, solitary red rose, possessing a kind of otherworldly beauty.
He frowned and asked, "You... are An Yan?"
An Yan let out a snort, "Young Master Fu, wipe your mouth."
Fu Chenyu didn't understand, but he obediently lifted his hand and wiped his mouth.
An Yan raised an eyebrow and laughed mockingly, "Seeing my beauty, you're drooling."
Fu Chenyu turned red with anger, "Who do you think you are? You're not even a fraction of Yirou! Even though Yirou is concerned about you and wanted to see how you are doing, you're just being ungrateful—like a dog that bites Lv Dongbin without recognizing the good person's heart!"
"Concerned?" An Yan's lips curved with scorn, "Fully aware that my fiancé abandoned me, yet you bring him here to gloat, is that concern? It's clearly showing off and provocation."