Chapter 13: The Thief

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Qi Shen stood in the stands, watching the unusual interaction between the two. His curiosity was piqued.

Not only did Huo Zui personally drive the car, but he also took care of An Zhiyan’s competitors. What was the relationship between the two?

He took a sip of champagne and stared at An Zhiyan on the big screen. The corners of his lips curled up. He seemed to have discovered an incredible treasure.

An Zhiyan walked out of the competition venue and was stopped by Tian Tian.

“An Zhiyan, what the hell are you doing? When did you learn to race?” Tian Tian came over and insisted on finding the answer.

“Why? Do you want to learn? Kneel down and beg then,” An Zhiyan replied, imitating Tian Tian’s arrogant manner from before.

Tian Tian was so angry that her face turned ugly. She raised her hand, wanting to give An Zhiyan a slap.

An Zhiyan reacted quickly. She leaned back to avoid it. Tian Tian was wearing high heels, so she could not stand properly. An Zhiyan stretched out his leg to stop her. Tian Tian then fell to the ground, face down.

Coincidentally, An Yimo was also walking towards her, and just happened to fall with Tian Tian. Both of them fell to the ground.

Although Tian Tian was not injured, the passersby ode the club stopped to look at her. She was embarrassed.

An Yimo, on the other hand, fell to the floor. She cried out in pain.

She glanced at the girls behind her who were proud of their families. She immediately pretended to be wronged. “An Zhiyan, I have never complained about you impersonating me. But why are you targeting me?”

Tian Tian stood up from the ground. She also echoed, “An Zhiyan, you have gone too far!”

A few people had long been unhappy with An Zhiyan’s behavior today, so they blamed An Zhiyan, “You imposter! Don’t think that you are great just because you won the competition!”

“You thief! You stole the identity of the An family’s daughter! So what if you know how to race cars? You are still a pile of poor sh*t!”

The daughters of the rich families all spat at An Zhiyan.

An Zhiyan sneered. An Yimo had really grown up to learn how to sow discord.

Her eyes were filled with a dark and sinister aura. She walked toward An Yimo who was lying on the ground, bent down, and pinched An Yimo’s chin.

Her gaze made An Yimo’s heart tremble. She subconsciously shrunk her neck and asked in a trembling voice, “What are you doing?”

“Miss An,” said An Zhiyan slowly, enunciating each syllable, “Are you mad? Are you mad that I lived your life, spent your money and even called your parents mine?”

Ann Yimo felt everyone’s eyes on her. Her face gradually turned red.

An Zhiyan continued, “Also, I don’t like b*tches barking in front of me, because I can’t help but make them disappear one by one.”

After An Zhiyan finished speaking, she spat at her.

She let go of An Yimo’s chin and turned to leave. This time, no one would stand in her way. Everyone consciously made way for her.

A few rich kids happened to pass by the entrance of the club and watched the scene. They couldn’t help but whistle at An Zhiyan’s retreating figure. “What a cool girl!”

An Zhiyan had just taken a few steps when someone called out to her from behind.

“Miss An, my young master invites you in.” This person was Qi Shen’s lackey, whom she had seen at the entrance of the club.