Chapter 4: Don’t Dirty Your Hands

An Yi looked at An Mingsheng coldly, "Back then, my mother left a will which stated that 60% of the shares of the An Group belonged to me. As long as I get married, it will automatically be transferred to my name. My good father, it's time for you to hand over that document to me."

At the mention of the document, a hint of panic flashed across An Mingsheng's face.

"What document? There's no document."

"Are you sure you want to lie?" An Yi stared straight at him. Her voice was neither fast nor slow, and it pierced into the depths of his heart.

The money he spent today was all left behind by her mother. If he had not married into the family back then and did not have his mother's huge family fortune, how could he have lived so happily?

"Alright, you unfilial daughter. I raised you up with great difficulty, and you still dare to ask me for money?" An Mingsheng was so angry that his fingers were trembling. He pointed at An Yi and started to act shamelessly and curse.

"Just you wait. I won't let you off."

He shouted and took out his phone to make a call. An Yi looked at him coldly and stood on the spot without moving.

Was he calling for help? She was waiting.

She was curious about how many people he had buried by her side. She had just entered the Yi family's villa when he arrived.

"Do you need help, Mrs. Yi?" Yi Yu reminded her softly, "You are only one person."

"I alone will be enough to deal with him." An Yi quietly watched An Mingsheng's monkey show. An unknown emotion was surging in her eyes.

"There's no need to dirty Mr. Yi's hands when dealing with trash. I'll continue to treat you after I get rid of him."

Yi Yu was stunned. He looked deeply at her and did not say anything more.

Ten minutes later, An Mingsheng came back with a group of people in an aggressive manner.

"An Yi, get out here!"

His voice was loud. An Yi walked out impatiently and gently dug her ears.

"What are you shouting for?"

"Yo, he's your father. Can't he talk to you a little louder?" The woman standing next to An Mingsheng said seductively. An Yi looked at her with some disgust.

She was Coco, An Mingsheng's second wife. She was also the scourge that drove her mother to her death.

"Don't interrupt when people are talking." An Yi fiddled with her nails. Her face was cold and indifferent. "It's his fault for not putting a collar on you properly and letting you out. Hurry up and go back so that you don't bite people. Otherwise, they'll have to get a rabies vaccine."

"You!" Coco was so angry that her face turned red. She turned around and hugged An Mingsheng coquettishly. "You have to make a decision for her. Look at your daughter. I'm her little mother after all."

"Shut up."

There seemed to be a flame burning fiercely in An Yi's eyes. She did not deserve to mention the word 'mother' in front of her.

"Honey, she's yelling at me again. She really has the same kind of behaviour as her mother. Like mother, like daughter. They're all so rude and unreasonable."

"Slap!"

Coco's voice came to an abrupt end.

An Yi swung her hand. The slap just now was very heavy. She used all the strength she had in her life. Even now, her arm was still a little tingly, and her palm was even hotter.

As for Coco, who had been hit, her face was already swollen, and one could see a distinct palm print.

An Mingsheng looked at her with heartache and glared at An Yi angrily. "You actually dared to hit her. Kneel down and apologize to her!"

He waved his hand, and the people he brought with him took two fierce steps forward.

Seeing that they were about to surround an Yi, Yi Yu sneered, "You really don't put me in your eyes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he whistled.

A sharp sound rang out as dozens of bodyguards rushed out from all directions. All of them were tall and big. They were all wearing black suits and black sunglasses.

They surrounded An Mingsheng and Coco in the middle. The two of them were so scared that their bodies trembled. The arrogance from before had completely disappeared.

Only then did Yi Yu take out a tissue and slowly wipe An Yi's hands.

"You said it before. When dealing with such people, you shouldn't dirty your own hands."