The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities
Chapter 89: She Got in Song Lihan’s Car

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: She Got in Song Lihan’s Car

"She got into Song Lihan’s car!"

An Ru, seeing that Nan Yu hadn’t stopped her triggering action, hurriedly shouted out loud.

Nan Yu paused, "Are you sure?"

An Ru nodded vigorously, "I managed to escape earlier, and just happened to see Song Lihan get out of his car and forcefully drag that red-haired woman into it before leaving this place."

Nan Yu cast her eyes downward, feeling even more uneasy.

An Ru, seeing the danger had passed, let out a sigh of relief. Looking at her side profile, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen her somewhere before, like an old friend.

Suddenly, Nan Yu threw the gun back into her arms, and said calmly, "There’s only one bullet left. If you use it on me, then you won’t be able to take your revenge."

An Ru was stunned, reflexively asking, "How did you know there was only one bullet left?"

Without a word, Nan Yu turned around and jumped over the surrounding wall, deciding to go to the Song Family to find Song Yingqing.

And An Ru followed her.

After a few steps, Nan Yu noticed and turned to look at her, "Why are you following me?"

An Ru stood in place, licking her chapped lips, "I have a car, let me take you there."

Nan Yu narrowed her eyes, not agreeing immediately.

An Ru bit her lower lip, awkwardly saying, "You just now didn’t turn me in to the police, consider it my way of thanking you."

Seeing that she wasn’t lying, Nan Yu nodded, "Thanks."

An Ru led her five hundred meters outside the factory and directly got into an unlicensed black car, evidently the same one that had taken Jiang Feishun and the others away.

Nan Yu hesitated for a moment but thinking of Song Yingqing’s safety, she resolutely got into the car.

Sitting in the car, An Ru suddenly spoke up.

"Just now, you clearly could have taken me to the police station, why did you let me go?"

And returned the gun to her.

Nan Yu turned to look at her, her expression growing serious.

"Ten years ago, there was a master craftsman in the factory named An, who had a 14-year-old daughter. In that fire, he died trying to save his fellow workers."

"His daughter saw him in the fire, disregarded her own safety, and rushed into the blaze attempting to save him."

Tears welled up in An Ru’s eyes, as if she was seeing the past again.

She continued Nan Yu’s story, speaking further.

"But before I could run in, an explosion happened; my father turned to ashes in that fire, and I lost my left eye."

Having said that, she took off the black eyepatch with one hand, revealing the scarred left eye that would never open again.

Nan Yu looked at that left eye, feeling a sudden pang of discomfort in her heart, and couldn’t help but speak.

"I remember back then Nan Luzhi paid a lot of money to the deceased’s families. Didn’t you take the money and start over?"

An Ru put the eyepatch back on, revealing a hate-filled look in her eye, staring at the road ahead as she drove.

"That’s all a lie. He never paid a dime; instead, he forced us, the survivors, to keep quiet, or else he would ’deal with’ us all!"

"I refused to agree, so he threatened to kill me. That night, I escaped from the hospital and became homeless."

Nan Yu thought of the long-term living traces in the room they had visited before.

"So after no one came here, have you been secretly living in this factory?"

An Ru nodded, "Right."

Nan Yu looked at An Ru’s dark complexion and determined eyes, and then at her rough hands, imagining how difficult her past ten years must have been.

As if sensing her gaze, An Ru suddenly smiled and said, "You don’t have to pity me, the one who should be pitied is Nan Luzhi, because sooner or later, I’m going to ruin his family!"