Chapter 221: Not Afraid Of Stepping On Other People’s Toes

Chapter 221: Not Afraid Of Stepping On Other People’s Toes

She heard what sounded like Zuo Fanrui’s name, and sat up.

Zuo Fanrui—that was the name of the Tigress’s husband, the CEO backing Xiao Rongrong, wasn’t it?

Yan Huan walked out of her bedroom and into the living room. Yi Ling was sitting on the sofa, eating an apple while watching TV. Yan Huan sat next to her and asked, “What’s going on?”

“Oh, you’re awake.” Yi Ling glanced at Yan Huan, but her eyes quickly moved back to the TV as she handed Yan Huan an apple. “Here.”

Yan Huan took a bite from her apple as she watched TV with Yi Ling.

“That’s the Tigress’s husband.”

Yi Ling tapped her chin. “She’s kinda ugly, isn’t she?”

“Your looks don’t matter when you have money and power.” Yan Huan took another bite out of her apple. She was impressed with the Tigress for having the foresight to find a man that was rich and powerful to provide for her. The Tigress had, as they said, “found a thick and sturdy thigh to latch onto.”

Unfortunately for her, the thigh she had been clinging to had collapsed. It had not been sturdy enough.

“Hey, that guy lives above us, right?” Yi Ling pointed at the screen as the camera zoomed in on one man in particular.

Her eyes shone with interest. “Huh, so he’s a prosecutor. You’d think he’s some kind of actor, with the way the camera lingers on him. He should go into showbiz! What a waste of his good looks.”

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Yan Huan made no comment.

The Lu family was already famous enough without Lu Yi going into showbiz. In Yan Huan’s previous life, Lu Qin had been the only one from the Lu family to venture into the entertainment industry, and Yan Huan had been foolish enough to help pave the way for him. She had also helped him sabotage the other members of the Lu family—including Lu Yi—and by the time she realized that she was also helping Lu Qin get rid of herself, it was already too late. She had ended up paying for her mistakes with her untimely death.

Her memories from her previous life were still fresh and vivid. She thought of how stupid she had been, and felt like puking.

Yi Ling took another bite out of her apple. Her eyes were glued to the TV.

“Oh, are you interested in him?” Yan Huan was willing to try to break up Lu Yi’s and Fang Zhu’s relationship for Yi Ling if she liked him.

“No way.” Yi Ling shuddered. She rolled up her sleeves and showed Yan Huan the goosebumps on her arms. “See? That’s how crazy and scary your suggestion sounds to me.”

“I don’t know what kind of woman would be able to put up with a guy like him. He’s obviously the unromantic type. I bet he’s always pissing other people off with his insensitive remarks.”

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care whose toes he steps on.” Yan Huan lifted her apple to her lips again, her eyes glued to the man on the TV.

Lu Yi was not afraid of stepping on other people’s toes. Why should he be, when everyone was afraid of him? The Lu family was a distinguished family going back at least a hundred years; it was built on strong foundations, and had many aces up its sleeves. Yan Huan was familiar with the Lu family because she had been part of it for several years in her previous life; she knew that the family’s power and influence was far greater than what everyone else imagined them to be.

The Lu family was a conservative, old-fashioned family. Lu Yi was the oldest grandson, which meant that he was naturally the one who called the shots in the family. Lu Qin was technically the “second young master” of the Lu family, but he was so incompetent—especially when compared to Lu Yi—that nobody paid him any attention. He was practically invisible, even within his own family. In Yan Huan’s previous life, Lu Qin had only risen to prominence in the Lu family because of the money Yan Huan had given to him—money that she had earned from her own hard work.

Yan Huan’s eyes misted over as she thought of the past and present. It was now November; Divorced was slated to go on air on the first of January, New Year’s Day. Her 100 million yuan would be in her pocket soon enough. She and Yi Ling were going to be rich.

“What is it? What’s so funny?” Yi Ling reached out and squeezed Yan Huan’s cheek. “Are you hiding something from me?”

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