Chapter 1468 - 1482: I Want to Kill That Bitch

Chapter 1468: Chapter 1482: I Want to Kill That Bitch

An Sijia took off her mask and threw it into the trash can by the bed, and tossed her handbag onto the bed.

"Mom, I want to kill that bitch, I must kill that little bitch."

Seeing An Sijia stomping her feet in frustration, Sun Xuehui quickly asked, "Which little bitch? What exactly happened?"

"Who else but that little bitch An Ran, Mom, do you know that everything yesterday was done by An Ran’s handiwork? It must have been her, she must have told Sun Wangbei to intentionally mess with me."

Thinking about her visit to Boss Wu, An Sijia was practically fuming with anger.

She had been thinking, after all, Boss Wu slept with her, Boss Wu’s wife even hit her, and the An Family had already sued.

Shunfeng Company isn’t big, but making Boss Wu cough up twenty to thirty million shouldn’t be a problem. When the time comes, she would use this as a reason: give money to withdraw the lawsuit, no money then accuse him of r***.

Unexpectedly, when she found Boss Wu, Boss Wu actually told her that sleeping with her was just a normal transaction. He invested in Jiawen Entertainment’s new film only after Young Master Sun agreed to arrange actresses for him, and going to room 818 was approved by Young Master Sun.

In other words, An Sijia was a performer arranged by Jiawen Entertainment for him.

Using actress sleepovers to attract investment is not common in Jiawen Entertainment, but it’s commonplace in the entertainment circle, which An Sijia had seen plenty of when she entered it.

However, she never expected to become the sacrificial lamb for the company to attract investment, and it was done without her consent.

As for the An Family’s lawsuit, it had already been dismissed due to insufficient evidence.

Originally, she intended to set up Young Master Sun, but instead was tricked by him.

Thinking about it repeatedly, it had to be An Ran.

Didn’t her mother mention it? After Young Master Sun picked up that glass of wine, An Ran kept pestering him, preventing him from drinking it.

An Ran must have noticed something, which led Young Master Sun to counter-plan against her.

Sun Xuehui listened to An Sijia’s words, her face flushing with anger, and slammed the table, "Don’t worry, I’ll go find your father now and see whether his face is more important or his own daughter."

...

As November was already half over, the weather in Nan’an had cooled down, An Ran wore a large knitted sweater, counting her fingers, then opened the phone calendar to check.

"Just under three weeks, after all," she murmured softly, finally understanding what ’a day feels like a year’ meant.

Days without Mu Xingfeng are truly endless.

Watching the numbers on the screen jump to 18:00, An Ran prepared to press that line of phone numbers.

The call was quickly picked up, and the man’s rich voice entered her ears, "Half an hour early."

An Ran sat on the bed, drawing circles on her thigh with her fingers, smiling sweetly.

"Didn’t you say training would finish half an hour earlier on weekends? Are you still training?" ℴ

"No, it just ended," Mu Xingfeng said, while he picked up clothes he hadn’t had time to put on after finishing training.

November in the Imperial City was already very cold, the north wind had blown a few times, yesterday it got colder again, and the indoor heating had already been turned on.

These men were still training outside in single shirts.

Previously, he didn’t have the habit of carrying a phone, strictly following the training schedule daily in the army. But somewhere along the line, he got used to keeping his phone with him, and in recent days, the first thing he does after training ends is take calls from his little wife.

Never had he known the feeling of being glued to someone like this, sweet and sticky, as if his entire heart was filled with honey.