139: Chapter 140 Liang Anfeng's Confession
"This person is too malicious; luckily, I was cautious."
Yun Yan looked at the red paint on the floor, her heart still pounding violently.
She could hear the thumping sound of her heart.
"I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly. Don't worry, your Big Brother An isn't the type to take things lying down."
No matter who was behind the attempt to harm An Xin.
An Xin would investigate to the very end; he wouldn't give that person a chance to escape justice.
An Xin had little patience and called Liang Anfeng directly.
At this moment, Liang Anfeng was drinking in the garage, with wine bottles scattered all over the floor.
Liang Anfeng was completely drunk, her face as red as a tomato.
Hearing the phone ring, she irritably picked it up, wanting to turn it off.
Just as she was about to turn it off, she saw the character "An" on the caller ID, and her finger instinctively tapped the answer button.
The drunk Liang Anfeng's mind was currently in a muddle.
"Liang Anfeng, I have something to discuss with you."
Hearing the voice of her beloved, Liang Anfeng's heart raced.
"I'm here, An Xin. I have something to tell you too."
Liang Anfeng treated the voice in her ear as a dream.
She held the phone and said infatuatedly, "An Xin, I like you. I'm a woman, I've always been one. I like you so much... From the moment I first saw you, I couldn't help but notice you, like you... I thought about restraining myself, but I couldn't. I couldn't help but want to show my best side in front of you, to attract you, just like a peacock spreading its feathers, wanting to win your heart through foolish displays. I want to be with you. I know it's impossible; this is a dream, so just fulfill my wish this once. I'm so tired..."
An Xin didn't expect Liang Anfeng to have a crush on him, nor did he expect her to get drunk because of it.
The sound of Liang Anfeng hiccuping came from the phone's receiver.
An Xin also didn't know how to face Liang Anfeng.
Looking at the phone, he fell silent for a moment and then hung up.
Liang Anfeng's identity was special; if it were exposed prematurely, it might affect the future of the Liang An Family.
They were both adults; An Xin didn't want to take advantage of Liang Anfeng.
He really liked Liang Anfeng's personality.
Reason told An Xin it wasn't the time to like her. An Xin also followed Liang Anfeng's "stupidity" and suppressed his feelings in his heart.
He still had a big Brother-in-law to deal with; now wasn't the time for sentimentality.
Liang Anfeng was drunk, so he couldn't trouble her with this matter.
An Xin found an old landline number and dialed it.
An Xin called the Liang An Family's landline; there was a dedicated butler to answer this number.
The butler answered the phone, heard An Xin's voice, and immediately summoned the Head of the Liang An Family.
After Old Master Liang An answered the phone, his brow furrowed.
"Mr. An, rest assured, I will handle this matter as soon as possible."
"Then I'll trouble you."
Hanging up, An Xin looked at the uneasy Yun Yan.
He knew Yun Yan was frightened.
An Xin handed Yun Yan a cup of hot water.
"To calm your nerves."
Yun Yan took the cup and took small sips.
"Brother An Xin, you go find someone; I'll watch over things here."
"No need to look for anyone; I've already called and made arrangements. We just need to wait here."
An Xin had great confidence in the efficiency of the Conglong Family.
Just as the cup of water was finished, the general manager of the Paris Fashion Show arrived with the Security Department.
"Mr. An, Miss Yun, are you both alright?"
"Almost. If it weren't for Mr. An's skills, this galaxy cloud brocade worth over ten million would have been ruined by seven-dollar low-quality paint."
How did Yun Yan know how much the paint cost?
Naturally, she had looked up and seen the price tag that hadn't been torn off.
Yun Yan was currently in a fit of anger.
For the sake of this garment, she hadn't slept for half a month.
"We are truly sorry. We will investigate this matter strictly and give you an explanation as soon as possible. There are still two hours before the show starts; your styling and makeup aren't ready yet, right? To show our apology, we've specially prepared the VIP Room as a Temporary Dressing Room. I hope you two won't mind."
The culprit had to be found, and the competition had to go on.
An Xin wouldn't give up the competition just to find the culprit.
His emotions were relatively stable.
"Then lead the way. Please help me prepare a stylist, someone with reliable character."
At this moment, An Xin didn't want to trust outsiders either.
However, Yun Yan's physical state wasn't good.
An Xin was afraid that Yun Yan might not be able to hold on and would faint.
"I've already recovered; I can work. Mr. An, you don't need to worry about the hair and makeup."
Yun Yan took a few deep breaths, and her pace and heart rate returned to normal.
"Are you really okay? You don't need anyone?"
"Having someone else would make me feel uneasy. The culprit hasn't been found yet; if we use the wrong person, wouldn't it be a pity if a thousand-mile levee collapsed because of an ant hole?"
The galaxy cloud brocade was Yun Yan's work; she insisted on handling it herself, and An Xin didn't refuse again.
"Venue Director, we don't need a makeup artist anymore. My assistant says she can do it."
"Alright, Mr. An."
The Exhibition Director didn't even dare to breathe loudly; whatever An Xin said, goes.
In all his years of organizing exhibitions, this was the first time he had encountered such a thorny accident.
In the Monitoring Room of the Fashion Week exhibition, ten retired mercenaries had taken over the security company's surveillance system.
One person was responsible for nine small screens, searching in all directions just to find the suspect in the shortest time possible.
A person wearing a cleaning uniform caught the attention of Mercenary No. 011.
He hurriedly picked up pen and paper and began to draw a facial portrait of the suspect based on the blurry surveillance footage.
Before drawing, he had already exported the video and sent it to the Fashion Week director's phone.
"No. 011, thank you for your hard work. I'll gather the company's cleaners right away."
"Mhm, I'll give you the suspect's portrait in three minutes."
The director, whose palms were covered in sweat, finally felt his hanging heart find a place to land.
He hurriedly called out to An Xin, who was about to enter the dressing room.
"Mr. An, there are clues about the suspect. The portrait will be ready in three minutes. We are already looking for ways to control the criminal. Please participate in the exhibition with peace of mind. From now on, I will have the best Bodyguards in Paris stay by your side to ensure your safety."
"Have you checked the person who arranged the room for me?"
An Xin's pointer opened up the director's line of investigation.
"Not yet. Thank you for the pointer, Mr. An. I'll go check right away."
Time was too tight; everyone was thinking about who placed the paint.
Everyone forgot to check who wanted to place the paint bucket.
Someone who can pull off such dirty tricks isn't a fool.
They wouldn't do it personally; following the paint would only lead to a pawn.
Three minutes passed, and the director received the sketch of the human face from No. 011.
Comparing the drawing with the faces of the cleaners one by one, he quickly found the person in the drawing.
The person who placed the paint bucket was a middle-aged woman, forty-seven years old, with a square face and somewhat dull eyes.
Her entire mental state wasn't quite right either.
"Do you want candy? Wait until Grandma gets her salary, and I'll buy some for you, okay?"
This person was a fool.
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