Chapter 41: Keep Your Eyes to Yourself

It turned out that the person lying unconscious on the ground was Qian Ying’er, and she’d been bitten on the thigh by Little Fugui, who had followed his owner outside.

Fugui bared his teeth and viciously tore off a chunk of her thigh.

Was it you who hurt my Sister Nan?

The intense pain woke Qian Ying’er from her stupor, and she screamed.

An Nan looked down at the scene and couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Fugui, don’t eat random things. That’s dirty!”

Fugui shook his little head and spat out the meat he’d bitten off.

Ptooey! Tastes awful. Nothing like the chicken drumsticks Sister Nan gives me.

Qian Ying’er clutched her thigh and wailed, while her other leg kicked wildly.

An Nan was worried she’d hurt Fugui, so she slapped Qian Ying’er across the face. “Calm down!”

Then she turned to Chu Peipei and said, “I’ve got something to deal with. You go on home.”

Chu Peipei nodded and left for home.

An Nan locked the doors one by one, then instructed her dog, “Fugui, stay behind me and don’t run off.”

She grabbed Qian Ying’er by the hair and dragged her straight down the stairs.

That coward Bai Wenbin had run off by himself, leaving his sister behind.

As a “good neighbor,” of course she had to help return his sister.

An Nan straightened her back, gripping Qian Ying’er’s hair as she dragged her down the stairs.

Qian Ying’er, in pain, whimpered and cried, clutching her hair with stiff arms as she was dragged along the floor.

When they reached the twelfth floor, they happened to run into Sun Peng, who was going upstairs with his lover, Wang Xiaoyu.

These two didn’t bother hiding their relationship anymore, openly hugging and flirting every day.

This was Wang Xiaoyu’s first time seeing An Nan in person.

She saw An Nan, face full of hostility, carrying a large knife in one hand and dragging the girl from the eighth floor by her hair with the other.

Even though she was dragging a grown woman who must weigh over a hundred pounds, An Nan looked completely relaxed, as if it were nothing.

A real-life strongwoman!

Wang Xiaoyu didn’t even need Sun Peng to introduce her—she instantly guessed this must be the “she-devil” from the fourteenth floor.

The girl being dragged was covered in blood, drooling, and looked like she’d been beaten senseless.

So rough! Way too rough!

Wang Xiaoyu shivered and clung tightly to Sun Peng’s arm.

Sun Peng’s muscles tensed up too, worried that An Nan would settle scores over their previous attempt to demand food from her.

But he kept a straight face, forcing a polite, ingratiating smile.

“Miss An, heading out?”

An Nan shot him a glance.

What a shameless guy—he could act like nothing had happened and greet her so naturally.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think they were loving neighbors.

But right now, she was on her way to deal with Bai Wenbin and didn’t want to waste time, so she ignored them and kept walking downstairs.

As they passed, Wang Xiaoyu finally noticed the dog following behind An Nan.

Chubby, white Fugui waddled along behind his owner.

Wang Xiaoyu’s eyes instantly filled with greed.

Is that... a dog hotpot?

A dog hotpot, waddling right in front of me!

She could almost smell the delicious flavors she’d enjoyed before the disaster.

After years with Sun Peng, she’d eaten all kinds of delicacies—dog meat, turtle, snake, wild goose, and all sorts of “exotic” game.

She was used to seeing every living thing as potential food.

Sensing her gaze, Fugui let out a fierce growl.

An Nan heard it and turned back to give Wang Xiaoyu a cold look.

“Don’t stare at things you shouldn’t covet, or you might lose your eyeballs.”

Meeting An Nan’s icy gaze, Wang Xiaoyu’s scalp tingled and she quickly hid behind Sun Peng.

Sun Peng also saw the little white dog, and to say he wasn’t tempted would be a lie.

But he knew he was no match for An Nan, and self-preservation was his guiding principle.

So he quickly apologized, grabbed Wang Xiaoyu’s hand, and hurried upstairs.

“Sorry, my wife’s not very worldly. We’ll be on our way.”

An Nan got goosebumps all over.

“Wife,” huh? What a poser.

That flashy woman is your wife?

An Nan couldn’t be bothered with them and headed straight to the eighth floor.

Wary that Bai Wenbin might still have knockout drugs, she put her gas mask back on.

As expected, the hallway door was closed. But it was a cheap door, so she just lifted her foot and kicked it open.

She remembered that in her previous life, the siblings had lived together in 802.

So she went straight to apartment 802.

“Bai Wenbin, open up.”

The place was dead silent.

“You left your sister at my place.”

Still no response.

Looks like Bai Wenbin really is selfish, or maybe he just doesn’t care about Qian Ying’er at all.

An Nan didn’t bother with more words. She pulled out her lock-picking tools and forced the door open in a few moves.

Bai Wenbin was cowering in the corner of the bedroom closet, clutching a hammer, trembling as he listened to the sounds at the front door.

It’s over!

Everything’s over!

He gripped the hammer so tightly his palms were sweaty.

Soon, the door was forced open. He heard An Nan’s footsteps coming in, along with the strange sound of something being dragged.

“Bai Wenbin, where are you?”

“Stop hiding, come out~”

“Don’t you want to see how your sister’s doing?”

“Bai Wenbin~”

Each call sounded like a devil’s whisper in his ear.

Bai Wenbin clutched his head in agony, praying desperately for this she-devil to leave.

But things never go as you wish—the footsteps drew closer and closer, heading for his bedroom.

The bedroom door was locked. An Nan understood and kicked it open with one blow.

With a bang, the door fell right off its hinges.

She stepped in and looked around—no one in sight, but the closet door was tightly shut.

She walked over and slowly opened it.

Bai Wenbin was curled up in the corner of the closet. As the door creaked open, a face in a gas mask appeared.

“Hehe, found you~”

!!!

In that instant, Bai Wenbin felt his soul leave his body.

“Ahhh! Stay away from me!”

He shrank back as far as he could, heart pounding, swinging the hammer wildly.

An Nan had meant to scare him, but seeing him like this left her speechless.

A grown man, more timid than a cat, cowering in a closet like a little girl.

She wasn’t some hulking home invader!

Seriously.

She didn’t have the patience for this. With quick reflexes, she snatched the hammer from his hand.

Then she reached in, grabbed him, and dragged him out of the closet, tossing him onto the floor.

Bai Wenbin stumbled and fell, looking up—only to meet a pair of vacant eyes.

“Hehehehe...” A face swollen like a pig’s head came into view. “Handsome guy! The pretty lady brought me to see the handsome guy!”

Bai Wenbin jumped, but recognizing the familiar voice, he realized this pig-faced person was his cousin, Qian Ying’er.

Her cheeks were bright red, both sides of her face swollen, her mouth twisted from being beaten.

She looked utterly pitiful.

His heart softened, and he quickly shook her shoulders. “Ying’er, Ying’er, what happened to you?”

Qian Ying’er didn’t respond, just kept giggling foolishly.

“Handsome guy! Hehe, handsome guy!”

Bai Wenbin frowned and looked up at An Nan. “What did you do to her?”"