lcionline Chapter 204 Which one is An Ying?
Chapter 204 Which one is An Ying?
An Ying suddenly felt that the fragrant fried noodles no longer smelled good.
How could it be such a coincidence?
Is she Huo Ying?
The girl who was about to get engaged to Fu Chengli.
An Ying's hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air as she stared blankly at the girl sitting opposite her.
She was a classic, striking beauty, with her long, jet-black hair casually tied back.
Casual yet confident.
Perhaps this is the source of her confidence as the only daughter of the Huo family and a top-tier heiress.
Huo Ying kept her head down, stirring the noodles in her hands while chatting animatedly with her friend on the other end of the phone.
"I'm going to Hong Kong for a few days tomorrow. Yecheng is close to here. I'll buy a few more bags. After all, I'm going on a blind date, so I need to get myself some accessories to make a good impression."
"Why don't you invite your girlfriends over? I'll treat you to afternoon tea."
Huo Ying's expression immediately turned sour when her friend on the other end of the phone said something.
"I've long forgotten about him, okay? Don't mention him. I didn't go back to China for him, and this has nothing to do with my marriage."
Huo Ying felt a lump in her throat. She paused, then continued:
"I got married to fulfill my father's wish for a marriage alliance so I could get more living expenses, do you understand?"
Huo Ying picked up the water glass beside her and took a sip.
The moment she looked up, she noticed the gaze directed at her.
She turned to look at An Ying, her face full of confusion.
Despite the delicious late-night snack, she sighed with a gloomy expression and couldn't eat it.
Before, when I was abroad, I couldn't even order a decent takeout meal. Now that I'm back in China, I can finally eat takeout every day.
Is this girl really that picky about food?
Their eyes met, and An Ying lowered her head, her gaze returning to the fried noodles in front of her.
What does it mean when enemies often meet in a narrow road?
Huo Ying glanced at An Ying and took the initiative to speak:
"This restaurant is famous in Yecheng. The owners have been working here for many years. If you don't like the taste, you can ask them to re-cook it for free according to your taste. They are very easy to talk to. I used to bring my friends here to eat when I passed through here on my way to Hong Kong."
An Ying shook her head and gave an awkward smile.
"It tastes great, thank you."
She was in no mood for a late-night snack.
Originally, I wanted to escape from Fu Chengli's matter and catch my breath.
Unfortunately, he bumped into his fiancée, with whom he was about to be married.
All An Ying could think about now was how to leave as soon as possible.
Perhaps it was an instinct to escape that drove her, but at that moment she wished she could find a hole and wrap herself up in it.
An Ying looked at the fried noodles in front of her that were gradually getting cold.
A bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.
She did nothing wrong.
What right does she have to hide?
Huo Ying shrugged, picked up her phone, and continued eating while scrolling through short videos.
Huo Ying casually clicked on a local news article.
The tone of a very standard marketing account.
"Our family is devastated! At today's auction in Ye City, those coveted couple's diamond rings, once owned by the royal family, were snapped up by a mysterious tycoon for a price far beyond our wildest dreams. I don't understand the world of the rich; we could work for generations and still not afford those rings..."
Huo Ying stared at her phone screen, thinking for a moment.
Then, she gave a faint smile.
An Ying felt a headache.
She wanted to be alone tonight, so she even turned off her phone.
As it turned out, it seemed as if fate had laid a trap for her, making it impossible for her to escape Fu Chengli.
An Ying put down her chopsticks and was about to get up and leave.
A van drove up from the dimly lit street corner and suddenly stopped on the side of the street not far from the small shop.
The van door swung open with a bang, and a row of slovenly men stepped out.
They walked straight to the small folding table at the shop entrance and looked at the two girls sitting at the table.
One of the men bent down, grabbed a pebble from the ground, and threw it at the security camera.
Snapped--
The surveillance system is broken.
Which one is An Ying?
Their tone was very unfriendly.
An Ying subconsciously sensed danger.
She looked at the four or five tall, burly men in front of her, who stood in a semi-circle in front of the folding table, surrounding her and Huo Ying.
There's no way to escape.
An Ying was speechless.
Huo Ying was also stunned. What kind of situation was this?
An Ying.
Huo Ying felt the name sounded familiar.
Where have I heard this before?
Wait, it seems like it was during a phone call from Du Sheng that he said Fu Chengli is getting together with a woman named An Ying...
Speechless. It turns out Du Sheng wasn't lying after all.
This woman really exists.
Huo Ying understood instantly.
So she was having a late-night snack with the woman Fu Chengli was seeing earlier.
Huo Ying stared at An Ying's gradually paling profile, her mind filled with a million questions.
So how did she offend these thugs?
The leader of the group had a scar on his face.
He roared fiercely at his henchmen behind him, "What the hell are you guys doing? Are you tying up one or two?!"
The younger brother timidly approached and whispered, "Fatty's keeping an eye on this. He said that the woman eating fried noodles at the shop entrance, the one with long hair, is quite pretty."
The scarred man's fierce gaze swept across An Ying and Huo Ying's faces simultaneously.
They all have long hair, they're all eating fried noodles, and they're all quite pretty.
The scarred man cursed impatiently, "You bitches, are you all mute? I'm asking you, which one is An Ying? Are you deaf?"
An Ying and Huo Ying looked over at the same time, making it even harder for the scarred man to tell them apart.
Just then, the proprietress heard the commotion outside and pushed open the door to come out.
With a single glance from the scarred man, the tall man behind him swung the iron bar in his hand and slammed it hard against the glass door.
Several cracks appeared in the glass door instantly.
"Don't you dare call the police! Or I'll cripple you!"
The proprietress was so frightened that she hid back inside.
An Ying's heart sank; this was aimed at her.
We can't let innocent people get involved.
She whispered, "I am... who are you people, and what do you want...?"
Before she could finish speaking, Huo Ying slammed her chopsticks on the table.
"You bunch of idiots, where did you come from? Can't you see your grandma is having a midnight snack?"
The scarred man was incredibly annoyed. He spat on the ground and said, "Damn it, they were just two clueless fools. Tie them both up!"
An Ying had already secretly turned on her phone in her pocket.
She glanced down and tried to make another call.
He should answer, right?
At this moment, the man behind the scarred man rushed up and covered An Ying's mouth and nose with a wet towel.
She lost consciousness instantly.