An Qing took a deep look at Wang Man, then ignored her completely.
Now was not the time to bare her fangs—after all, An Yu’s vigilance was extremely high.
Clap———
She lightly clapped her hands, a gentle smile on An Qing’s face.
“Thank you all for continuing to choose the An Family. Today, I’m in charge—everyone can get off work early.”
As her words fell, An Qing’s tone suddenly turned icy: “Liu Huilan, you stay behind.”
The servants lingered in place, exchanging glances; though they didn’t know why An Qing was keeping Liu Huilan, it had little to do with them.
After confirming An Qing’s words weren’t fake, they slowly left, except for the detained Liu Huilan.
“Young Miss, you were looking for me.”
Liu Huilan’s eyes held a smile as she stood beside An Qing, neither servile nor overbearing.
She felt that even if An Qing was the Young Miss, she should still be on equal footing with her.
After all, An Qing relied on her daughter to hold her ground at school—otherwise, who would know she was the true Young Miss of the An Family?
Looking at Liu Huilan beside her, An Qing’s lips slowly curled upward, but her eyes gradually grew cold.
Heh, Young Miss…
Using such petty schemes on her, An Qing—did she really think she was some naive little girl?
After all, An Yu was exactly one month older than her, so if it truly came down to it, An Yu was the real Young Miss.
“Liu Huilan, you’re not renewing your contract?”
An Qing asked with a light laugh.
“Young Miss, it’s not that I’m not renewing—it’s just that I feel my previous job isn’t suitable for me.”
“Oh? Then what do you think you should do?”
At that, Liu Huilan’s lips hooked into a confident smile—she naturally wanted to replace Wang Man’s position.
After all, Wang Man only cooked every day yet earned more than her; why couldn’t she?
Moreover, she now had this connection with An Qing through her daughter.
“Young Miss, I think I can share Sister Wang Man’s workload so she won’t be so tired.”
On the surface, that’s what she said, but Liu Huilan believed An Qing surely understood her meaning.
“Oh, is that so? But I think you’re more suited for other work.”
An Qing’s voice abruptly turned cold: “Like selling intelligence, for example.”
“Uh… Young Miss?”
Liu Huilan was instantly speechless; things seemed different from what she had imagined.
She thought An Qing would immediately agree to her request—could it be that Wenya hadn’t mentioned her yet?
That shouldn’t be; An Qing had come to find her alone.
Just as Liu Huilan was about to say something, An Qing moved first—she kicked Liu Huilan in the leg.
“Ugh ah!”
Liu Huilan cried out in pain, stumbling and kneeling down.
In an instant, all the arrogance in her eyes vanished; like a true servant, she knelt on the ground, looking at An Qing in confusion.
“That’s more like it. Don’t you know you carry a disgusting smell?”
Only after seeing Liu Huilan kneel did An Qing smile in satisfaction, then walk to a nearby chair, sit down, cross her legs, and scrutinize Liu Huilan.
“Young Miss, you—what are you doing? I’m Liu…”
Liu Huilan blankly tried to stand, but the pain kept her immobile.
She completely didn’t understand what was happening; shouldn’t she be getting promoted, heading toward a bright future?
“Shh… I know everything about you.”
An Qing’s lips twisted into a mocking arc.
“Casually selling the master’s family intelligence, spreading baseless rumors—you think you can climb up with this? What a laughable clown.”
An Qing unhesitatingly exposed everything she knew.
Even in her previous life, Liu Huilan hadn’t gained anything from An Yu; An Yu only kept them to use them.
“Wait, Young Miss, I didn’t—I was doing this for you…”
“Ha…”
Without letting her continue, An Qing stood up with a face full of disgust and kicked her in the stomach.
“Guh, ugh ah!”
Liu Huilan immediately clutched her stomach and collapsed onto the cold floor.
“You and your stupid daughter are the same—can’t read the room.”
“…Wenya?”
Hearing her daughter’s name from An Qing, Liu Huilan reacted instinctively; according to her plan, her daughter Li Wenya should have become friends with An Qing…
But why?
Liu Huilan lifted her head, only to see a face full of mockery.
“Young Miss… you—what did you do to Wenya?!”
“Heh, Li Wenya? I didn’t do anything; she courted death by provoking someone she shouldn’t. But instead of worrying about your daughter, you should worry about yourself first.”
As she spoke, An Qing pulled a necklace from her bag—it looked very luxurious.
No matter how Liu Huilan looked at that bag, it seemed familiar…
This—this was her bag!
“Not only did you leak and sell others’ privacy, you’ve stolen valuable items multiple times. Liu Huilan, you’re right—the current job indeed isn’t suitable for you.”
An Qing looked down from above, her eyes filled with contempt.
“As a criminal, you’re more suited to working in prison.”
“Wait, wait—Young Miss, I—I did leak information, but, but I didn’t steal this necklace; someone framed me!”
Liu Huilan hurriedly explained; she really hadn’t stolen that necklace.
She, who thought she’d soon live a worry-free life, hadn’t stolen anything this week!
“Believe me, Young Miss—and I’m on your side; I support you unconditionally!”
In her panic, Liu Huilan began putting unspeakable things on the table.
Unexpectedly, An Qing laughed after hearing: “Liu Huilan, do you think because you didn’t steal this week, someone framed you?”
“Yes, I really didn’t steal this week…”
Halfway through, Liu Huilan suddenly widened her eyes.
“Heh.”
An Qing shook her head like looking at an idiot: “Unfortunately, no one framed you.”
An Qing hadn’t intended to bluff her; Liu Huilan had stupidly let it slip herself.
“This was found on your daughter.”
An Qing’s voice was cold as she overlooked Liu Huilan, pulling out another stack from her bag: “And these are receipts and purchase proofs, enough to prove these belong to our family.”
“With the value of this necklace, plus the other things you stole, you’ll never get out in this lifetime. Congratulations—you’ve successfully been promoted.”
Promoted—eating national rice counts as a promotion, right?
As An Qing’s words fell, a team of police rushed into the villa, holding evidence, and instantly subdued Liu Huilan.
As for her subsequent struggles, An Qing had no interest in listening—that was irrelevant to her.
Rotting in prison was already light; if not for leaving a good impression on that peeping person, An Qing would have used far crueler methods long ago.
Thinking this, An Qing turned coldly, only to see An Yu entering with the police.
She was expressionlessly blinking at her…
Tch, she was supposed to leave a good impression!