Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

"I remember you were the one who sent me back." Fu Shen's eyes were dark.

His eyes fell on the woman's thin white arms. The arms that looked like they would break easily were actually able to easily support a boy who was two heads taller than her.

Yan An nodded and raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead. "I'll go find my brother after I send you back. Do you need me to take care of you? I can come back after I send him back."

Her voice sounded a little tired.

"No need." Fu Shen lowered his eyes and glanced at her coldly, then closed the door heavily.

One can faintly hear the heroine's confused and worried inquiries.

Yan An paused for a moment, then carried the person out.

The elevator shows it is going up.

"Ding" the elevator opens.

A noble lady in an expensive dress and a man in a suit stood inside.

There were almost no signs of aging on the lady's well-maintained face. The moment she saw Yan An, her calm expression froze.

"An An, why are you here?"

The lady looked at Yan Xichen, who was being held by Yan An, and said coldly, "What's going on?"

Yan An, "I don't think this is a good place to talk."

The lady pursed her bright red lips, obviously unhappy, but still nodded.

The black-clad bodyguard behind her took Yan Xichen, and the group took a car back to the Yan family.

The two largest houses in the villa area stood opposite each other. As soon as they got out of the car, several people were waiting anxiously.

The middle-aged man in the lead had half of his hair already covered in silver strands. His usually friendly facial features became so serious and majestic that it was frightening.

The housekeeper carried Yan Xichen to the wheelchair. A family doctor was already waiting in the villa.

The young man lay on the big black bed with a frown on his face, which made him look even paler.

He vaguely heard the voice of his cheap sister.

"Xichen fainted in the hotel corridor. I found him and planned to take him home to see a doctor, but I ran into his mother in the elevator."

"Tsk." A disdainful laugh sounded.

Everyone's eyes fell on the boy lying on the bed, who had already woken up.

"How do you feel?" The middle-aged man, who was always calm and composed, leaned over and tested the temperature of the boy's forehead.

The boy turned his head away and looked at his cheap sister who had just lied without blinking.

There was no panic on the cheap sister's face, as if she was sure that he would not tell the truth.

really……

Who knew that the protagonist of the good show would actually crawl under the bed.

Following the boy's gaze, everyone looked at Yan An.

Seeing the doubtful expression on Yan Guoqiang's face, Zhang Shuyu's face turned cold, "An An, is it because you didn't take good care of Xichen?"

Yan An answered honestly: "Before I had time to take care of him, I ran into my mother."

Zhang Shuyu, “…”

No one spoke for a moment, and everyone's eyes fell on the young master lying on the bed with concern, wanting to know what had happened.

"It's just low blood sugar. What are you all doing in my room? I want to rest." After he said that, he pulled up the quilt, turned over, faced away from everyone, and closed his eyes.

Everyone looked at each other, Yan Guoqiang sighed and waved his hands.

Everyone left the young master's room quietly.

The housekeeper stayed behind, while Yan Guoqiang, Zhang Shuyu, Yan An and the bodyguard returned to the villa opposite.

Yan Guoqiang praised Yan An a few words, thanking her for that, and went back upstairs to continue resting.

Yan Guoqiang had returned from the banquet a long time ago, while Zhang Shuyu stayed in the hotel under the pretext of playing mahjong with a noble lady she knew, hoping to pass by and run into his daughter who was sleeping with Fu Shen the next day.

did not expect……

Back in her personal study, her suppressed anger finally erupted.

Does Yan An know how risky it is to drug Fu Shen?

You can't even do such a small thing!

She twisted her body, raised her hand high, and swung it down hard, but it missed.

She looked angrily at the person who dodged flexibly, feeling extremely angry.

"You still dare to hide? Don't you know how difficult it is for me to carry a burden like you?

You should have been rotting away in a rented house with your alcoholic father. If I hadn't brought you to the Yan family, would you have been able to live the life of a rich young lady?!

Now that you've messed up everything that's been given to you to climb the ladder, what's the point of you?"

Zhang Shuyu was hysterical but her voice was low.

He shouted in a whisper, his whole face flushed red, looking fierce yet embarrassed.

Yan An waited until she finished shouting and leaned on the table to catch her breath before speaking.

"People like Fu Shen plotting against him would only anger him. I think it's better to take it slow and steady."

Zhang Shuyu laughed angrily, "That's nice to say, but have they paid any attention to you for such a long time? For people of their status, looks are not enough!"

Yan An, "So I decided to change my strategy. I can't keep clinging to him. It will only annoy him."

Zhang Shuyu frowned and looked her up and down, "Your brain... can it work?"

"Please give me some time." Yan An said honestly with his head down.

Disdain flashed across Zhang Shuyu's eyes. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "Go and get some rest. Mom didn't get much sleep tonight and is in a bad mood. Mom won't really hit you."

"Ah."

Zhang Shuyu waved his hand, and Yan An left and returned to the original owner's room.

Her room was on the third floor. Not only was the room large, but the cabinets were also filled with custom-made clothing and jewelry. This showed that the Yan family had not treated the original owner unfairly.

The stairs didn't break, there was no slippery liquid, and the crystal chandelier above didn't fall...

Yan An sat on the carpet, leaning against the bed, looking at the night scene dotted with lights outside the window, and breathed a sigh of relief.

What she had just said to Zhang Shuyu was naturally to delay time, and every moment counts.

I'll put it off until I can't put it off any longer, and then think of other solutions.

She was even more indifferent to Zhang Shuyu's indifference. First, she was not her biological mother, and second, it didn't matter even if she was her biological mother.

She has always been alone, and the consequence of having a boyfriend who actively pursues her is that she will be backstabbed.

The past cannot be retrieved. As long as things here are resolved, she can go back, say goodbye to bad luck and be single again.

After washing up without any problems, Yan An gradually fell asleep. Unfortunately, she was frightened even when she slept.

This was the first time she had slept so soundly since her bad luck began.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss, you should get up, otherwise you will be late. Do you want to have breakfast on the way or downstairs?"

Yan An sat up suddenly and checked his phone. It was half past seven.

Thinking about how the original owner had gotten a sinecure in the company through Fu Shen's back door in order to get close to Fu Shen, she still had to go to work.

But I occasionally help to type and deliver documents, just a slacking clerk.

This is much better than her previous situation where she had to work three jobs.

“I eat in the car.”

She didn't want to run into Zhang Shuyu or Yan Guoqiang by chance, and didn't have the energy to deal with them.

Helping the male and female protagonists to have a sweet love relationship is already full of difficulties.

Not to mention the numerous male and female supporting characters, just the fact that she has a relationship with the male lead is thrilling enough.

Not to mention that the original owner's mother already regarded the male protagonist as her son-in-law...

Yan An got up, washed up, and walked to the stairs, still subconsciously holding the handrail tightly as he walked down, avoiding the crystal chandelier when passing by.

Habit becomes nature. Looking at her strange state, Zhao Ma downstairs couldn't hide her confusion on her face.

Only then did Yan An suppress his instinct and walk forward without hesitation.

After having breakfast safely and getting into the car smoothly, she looked at the scenery receding outside the window. It seemed to be filtered and dreamlike.

I pinched my arm and it hurt and there was a mark. It wasn't a dream.

She really has a chance to start a new life, and most importantly, to get rid of bad luck.

When I get back, I can probably win a five-dollar lottery ticket, right?

When she arrived at the company, many people greeted her. Her colleagues all knew that she was a member of the Yan family and that she came for their president.

Although everything seemed fine on the surface, everyone in the small group was actually saying that she was just a daughter brought by Madam Yan and had nothing to do with the Yan family.

Their president, the head of the Fu family, was not worthy of her.

Seeing that Fu Shen didn't give her a good look, everyone comforted him on the surface, but they had a lot of thoughts in their hearts.

After slacking off for the whole morning, Yan An drank a lot of water. There were a lot of fruits and snacks in the tea room, and she planned to get some back to eat slowly.

Fortunately, we can’t eat that kind of added ingredients now.

She had eaten nails in sausages, plastic bags in instant noodles, and rat droppings in biscuits before...

There is nothing she can’t eat, except what you can’t think of.

As a result, she did receive compensation, but after so many times, the merchant thought she was trying to scam people and wanted to sue her.

Later, I didn’t receive any compensation.

Yan An was about to walk to the tea room with a cup of water when he suddenly heard a "bang" sound.

And the collision sound continued.

She paused as she was about to take a step forward and breathed more gently.

On the frosted glass, two figures passed by the glass, as if two people were hugging each other and rolling around against the glass.