117: An Yunxi on the other side, Mr. Fang, why are you here?

Lü Zhanyong ignored her words and said, "Worried? If you're worried, have a look first."

An Yunxi didn't answer his question either and continued, "Uncle Lü's vacation villa is quite unique. You don't mind if I look around, do you?"

Lü Zhanyong sneered coldly and remained silent.

While chattering away about trivial things, An Yunxi opened the doors one by one, carefully inspecting each room.

"There's more upstairs. Want to take a look together?" Lü Zhanyong mocked.

Seeing An Yunxi like this, he felt very pleased. All of this proved his suspicions were correct—this An Yunxi was definitely not the harmless little girl she appeared to be.

"Alright," An Yunxi said cheerfully.

Then she tiptoed up to the second floor, opening and checking each room one by one, even opening the larger wardrobes to look inside.

After confirming no one was there, An Yunxi stood on the staircase landing. Her expression shifted instantly, transforming from the obedient little girl she had just been into a sinister enchantress with a gloomy face.

"Lü Zhanyong, why exactly did you invite me here?" An Yunxi asked coldly.

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Lü Zhanyong clapped his hands heartily, stood up, and shouted loudly, "Good, good, good!"

"An Yunxi, you've finally stopped pretending, haha."

An Yunxi descended the stairs with a cold expression. "Whether I pretend or not is none of your business. Once I leave here, I won't admit to anything."

"Impressive, truly impressive." Lü Zhanyong gave her a thumbs-up. "Really, I, Lü Zhanyong, have been through both the legitimate and underworld scenes. If I hadn't found evidence, I truly wouldn't have been sure it was you."

"Enough talk. Let's hear it. What did you call me here to discuss?" An Yunxi plopped down on the seat opposite Lü Zhanyong, her dark aura fully unleashed.

"Heh, it's simple. Go to the police station, turn yourself in, and admit to being the instigator who had my son killed," Lü Zhanyong said.

The corner of An Yunxi's mouth lifted slightly into a mocking smile. "Uncle Lü, calling you 'uncle' makes you sound younger. Have you gone senile? You want me to admit to instigating murder? That's a prison sentence, you know?"

"Then aren't you afraid I'll hand over the evidence of your murders of Huang Wen and Liu Dong to the police?" Lü Zhanyong glared fiercely at An Yunxi.

An Yunxi shook her head slightly. "Stop pretending. If you had evidence, you would have already gone to the police to report me. Why wait until now?"

"You simply don't have any evidence!"

Lü Zhanyong's expression changed instantly, his eyes flickering uncertainly, which made An Yunxi even more certain he lacked proof.

Even after being seen through by An Yunxi, Lü Zhanyong wasn't angry. He said frankly, "You're not wrong. I currently don't have conclusive evidence to nail you. But I've found the direction. Give me some time, and you're finished."

"Who are you trying to scare? Just because you say it, I have to believe you?" An Yunxi wore an expression of utter displeasure.

"An Yunxi, I'm giving you a chance now. As long as you admit to instigating that A Feng to kill my son, I can overlook your killing of those two men."

"If you get a good lawyer for instigation to murder, you still have a chance to get out. For intentional murder, you'll only get the death penalty. Think about it," Lü Zhanyong threatened.

Hearing Lü Zhanyong's words, An Yunxi seemed swayed, her expression becoming hesitant.

Lü Zhanyong looked at her smugly, slowly poured himself a cup of tea, blew away the steam, and began to savor it leisurely.

Watching his enemy struggle in desperation made this tea taste exceptionally fragrant.

But he didn't notice that although An Yunxi had her head lowered, her eyes never left her phone, where a small red dot was rapidly approaching.

Just as Lü Zhanyong was growing a bit impatient, An Yunxi suddenly moved.

She stood up, a triumphant smile on her face.

Lü Zhanyong looked at her, puzzled. Had she been scared out of her mind?

Then, An Yunxi slowly unzipped her tracksuit jacket, revealing the form-fitting clothes beneath, hinting at the young woman's figure.

Lü Zhanyong frowned. "An Yunxi, that act won't work on me. I'm older, not interested in young girls."

An Yunxi ignored him and continued to undress. She threw the tracksuit jacket directly on the floor, revealing a thin, transparent undergarment.

"Uncle Lü, don't you really want to take a look? Your son used to really like this, you know."

Lü Zhanyong's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard with difficulty. This enchantress did have some assets to have bewitched so many men.

If he weren't solely focused on avenging his son, he might have fallen under her spell too.

"Stop it. You killed my son. I can't possibly let you go," Lü Zhanyong said, pinching himself hard to regain a bit of clarity.

"Really?" An Yunxi swayed gently and stepped right in front of Lü Zhanyong.

A faint, intoxicating fragrance of a young woman emanated from her, causing a flicker ofshake in Lü Zhanyong.

Just as he was becoming slightly dazed, An Yunxi suddenly yanked forcefully, tearing the already thin garment open to reveal pale, tender skin beneath.

Lü Zhanyong's mind buzzed. The intense visual impact caused him to briefly lose his senses.

At that very moment, An Yunxi suddenly let out a loud cry.

"No! Help!"

Then, she plopped right onto Lü Zhanyong's lap and burrowed into his arms.

Lü Zhanyong was utterly bewildered. What was happening?

*Bang!*

With a loud crash, the villa's front door was kicked open, and a young man barged in.

Lü Zhanyong looked closely. "Young Master Fang? What are you doing here?"

Young Master Fang stormed in furiously. The sight before him made his blood boil—An Yunxi was wrapped in Lü Zhanyong's arms, weeping helplessly.

Seeing Young Master Fang rush in, An Yunxi cried out mournfully, "Young Master Fang!"

That voice was like a sharp knife piercing Young Master Fang's heart. His mind went blank with rage, and he shouted, "Lü Zhanyong, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

He stepped onto the coffee table and leaped over.

Lü Zhanyong never expected Young Master Fang to suddenly appear. Seeing the murderous look in his eyes, Lü Zhanyong pushed An Yunxi away and began dodging around the coffee table, explaining hastily, "Young Master Fang, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! She tricked you!"

But Young Master Fang was now completely blinded by rage and paid no heed to explanations.

"I'll kill you! Kill you!"

To the side, An Yunxi clutched at the torn pieces of her clothing, sobbing incessantly.

His girlfriend's weeping only fueled Young Master Fang's rising fury, vowing to kill Lü Zhanyong.

Lü Zhanyong dodged a few times, tripped over a table leg, stumbled, and fell to the floor.

Young Master Fang behind him was overjoyed and pounced like a starving tiger.

In panic, Lü Zhanyong instinctively reached for the coffee table, grabbed a fruit knife, and held it horizontally in front of his chest. "You... don't come any closer. Don't force me."

Seeing the knife, Young Master Fang froze on the spot. Knives were dangerous weapons, and he had always kept his distance from them.