Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 188: Investigate

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Investigate

An Yin finished speaking and looked up at the man in the distance with bright eyes.

Her gaze was sincere and clear.

Bao Shaojin wasn’t pleased by her thoughtfulness; instead, his expression was gloomy. "You don’t want me here?" Actually, he had another thought: Did the girl want to drive him away and have Bao Cheng come instead?

"Of course not."

The man’s voice was cold, and An Yin responded without thinking.

Bao Shaojin’s expression finally softened a bit.

"Take care of yourself." Bao Shaojin looked at her and said coldly.

The implication was clear: focus on recovery, stop worrying unnecessarily.

An Yin pursed her lips, "Oh."

Fortunately, the awkward atmosphere between the two lasted only a moment, as a nurse soon entered to take her temperature and so on...

***

City H.

A certain bank.

A woman, wearing a long coat that draped over her graceful figure, a knitted hat on her head, long hair cascading down her back, and a face covered by a mask and sunglasses, concealing half of it.

When she attempted to withdraw money from an ATM with a bank card, she saw that the amount was restricted. She hesitated, withdrew her card, and made her way to the bank lobby, took a number, and queued.

She selected a spot with fewer people and sat down, her hands nervously gripping her handbag, her cautious eyes surveying the surroundings, unease written all over her face.

Perhaps her odd attire caught the attention of the bank’s receptionist as he slowly approached her.

"Miss, may I ask what service you need?" The male receptionist looked the woman over as he spoke.

Seeing the man in front of her, An Ying’s heart raced extraordinarily fast, "W-withdraw money!"

The male receptionist, seeing her panic, instinctively glanced around before lowering his voice, "Miss, are you facing some trouble? Do you need my help?"

An Ying, "?"

She was taken aback for a moment before realizing, quickly removing her sunglasses and putting them into her bag.

"It’s nothing, I just want to withdraw some money."

The male receptionist, seeing the woman’s clear eyes, smiled back before leaving.

When An Ying looked up, she noticed many glances in her direction, making her feel very uncomfortable, so she quickly lowered her head.

Soon, her number was called. She approached the counter, handed over her card, and stated the withdrawal amount.

After filling out some forms, the withdrawal was finally successful.

She carried the slightly heavy bag and walked outside.

***

Jianjia Alley.

An Residence.

A middle-aged man walked quickly towards the inner house, stopping at the door of a bedroom. His face was full of joy as he knocked and spoke with a hint of excitement, "Sir, news just came from the bank, the card you gave..." Pausing here, the middle-aged man continued, "Someone withdrew 300,000 from it in City H."

"City H?" The man inside the bedroom raised his voice instantly, "Investigate for me..."

"Got it." The middle-aged man replied, feeling sorrowful inside.

Everyone already knew the answer in their hearts, if the other person really wanted to avoid the gentleman, finding someone would truly be like searching for a needle in a haystack!

Since the gentleman didn’t want to accept reality, what else could he do?

He could only use the Meng Family’s influence to search for someone in City H!

After the middle-aged man walked away, a cough was heard from inside the bedroom.

"Cough cough..."

The man’s bedroom was shrouded with curtains, casting the room in darkness. In the dim light, the man lay on an antique sandalwood bed, with a few strands of hair casually falling over his forehead. Upon closer inspection, there were a few strands of gray hair at his temples. His dark eyes were filled with solitude and desolation, staring blankly ahead. Despite his sharp facial features suggesting he wasn’t particularly old, it added a touch of masculinity.

After a while, a tender murmur echoed in the air, "Ying’er, won’t you come home?"

***

When An Ying returned home by bus, it was already dark.

She clutched her bag tightly in her arms, sitting on the soft sofa, with no lights on in the living room. From her bag, she pulled out a bank card, holding it in one hand while repeatedly stroking the back of the card with the other.

At some point, she had removed her mask.

Lost in thought, a knock on the door awoke her from her daze.

An Ying was startled, stood up to turn on the lights, and looking at the bag in her hand, she hid it in the bedroom before heading to the door.

Before she could ask, the visitor spoke first.

"An Ying, it’s me."

Hearing the voice, An Ying pushed away the sadness on her face and forced a smile as she opened the door, "Doctor Huang."

Doctor Huang stood at the door.

Seeing him, An Ying felt a bit embarrassed. Having lived there for many years, she had never let a man into her home, which made her feel awkward.

Doctor Huang immediately grasped what she was thinking, "I still have some work to do at the clinic, so I won’t come in. I just brought you something and will leave right after."

"Alright then." An Ying felt relief hearing his words but was also curious, "What did you bring?" She assumed it was groceries or the like.

Doctor Huang extended his hand, handing a shopping bag to An Ying, "Take a look first."

An Ying received it in a daze, and when she saw what was inside, she looked at him in shock, "Doctor Huang, this, this is..." The poor soundproofing of the building kept her words stuck in her throat. Surprised, she looked at him for an explanation.

"I heard from neighbors that people have been coming to ask you for repayment recently. Even if it isn’t much, take it to cover urgent needs." Doctor Huang spoke while awkwardly scratching his head, covering up the affection in his eyes.

An Ying was moved. It was unavoidable.

When An Yin was sick as a child, Doctor Huang had helped a lot. An Ying remembered all of it.

Now, her bookstore was destroyed in a fire. Not only that, but she couldn’t afford the compensation because of the fire. Recently, not only the landlord’s losses but also the outstanding balance for the books she ordered were pressuring her for repayment.

Running a bookstore didn’t earn much, and her savings weren’t substantial. Exhausted in recent times, she spent most of her days in the hospital. Whenever she got home, debt collectors were waiting, and even her front door had been splashed with paint, with an eye-catching word, "Repay."

She asked for leniency several times, but they wouldn’t listen. They even stayed downstairs shouting loudly during the day, leading to complaints from her building neighbors.

With no choice left, An Ying resorted to using the bank card she had always hidden.

She wouldn’t touch that person’s money unless it was a last resort!

"An Ying, take this for now. If it’s not enough, I’ll figure something out." Doctor Huang thought her silence meant embarrassment and turned to leave.