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Chapter 8 The Shame of Prison
After seeing off Xu Tiancheng, Duan Yan'an was still sitting where he was, and the tea on the table was already cold.

"Young Marshal, why don't you win President Xu over?" Gu Zhi looked at the leaving figure with a very regretful tone.

He stood up immediately, and said calmly: "With the current situation, I can't participate in it... I haven't even stood firm. If I add another conspicuous high platform for myself, it will only accelerate my destruction."

Gu Zhi immediately withdrew his gaze, and there was no worry in his eyes anymore.

Duan Yan'an turned around and went back to the study.

"How's the writing going?"

He leaned over to look at the unattractive words on the paper, and frowned slightly.

"You can't draw characters. Each character has its own order." After he finished speaking, he held her hand and taught her stroke by stroke, "For example, let's write Wanwan's name."

Seeing the completion of "late" on the paper, she immediately looked at him, shook her head and said, "No."

"Not this word?" He stopped writing immediately.

Yu Wan nodded, looking straight at him with naked eyes, as if she wanted to explain to him.

"...Now that Wan Wan is forming a sympathetic knot, I will give it to you..." She immediately looked away, trying to remember, "I will give it to you..."

Duan Yan'an laughed lightly, and added for her: "Do you know if it's a gift to passers-by?"

"Yes." Yu Wan nodded heavily with eyes full of surprise.

Still smiling, he held her hand again and wrote the word "Yu Wan" stroke by stroke on the paper.

Fang Jing was still dishonest in prison, and it was common for prison guards to be beaten and kicked, but because of the Fang family's relationship, they did not dare to torture him.

"roll!"

A table of food was overturned to the ground with a loud rage.

"Call Duan Yan'an to me!" Fang Jing yelled at the prison guard outside the door.

The two prison guards looked at each other, not daring to say anything.

"Young Marshal." The prison guard's greeting suddenly came from outside the prison.

There was a sound of steady footsteps, getting closer.A dignified figure came out of the darkness, and the light from the prison fell on his uniform first.

Fang Jing raised his eyes and glanced at the person in front of him, feeling an inexplicable sense of oppression in his heart.

Duan Yan'an just took a look at the overturned food and stood leaning against the table.

"Master Fang, what can I do for you?"

Fang Jing snorted coldly with disdain: "Duan Yan'an, do you know the rules of Yandu? How dare you detain me?"

"Rules?" He sneered, then looked up, "How dare you tell me the rules?"

Fang Jing still didn't take it seriously, and continued to speak harshly.

"You, Duan, dare to meddle in my affairs? Duan Yan'an, this is Yandu, not your north, and it's not your turn to meddle!"

As if he had heard a joke, he lowered his eyes and chuckled: "So the rumors are not groundless, Master Fang is really... simple-minded."

"You!" Fang Jing wanted to step forward, but was suppressed by two prison guards, "Duan Yan'an, if you have the ability, say it again!"

Duan Yan'an walked forward slowly and looked down at him, the smile in his eyes, in Fang Jing's eyes, was a naked mockery.

"Don't say it a second time...Young Master Fang, don't you know that I am the only one who can order all the officers and soldiers in Yandu? If I don't recognize the rules of Yandu you are talking about, it is nonsense."

Fang Jing clenched his teeth, his eyes were scarlet: "You want to threaten me?"

With a smile in his eyes, Duan Yan'an leisurely took out the gun from the waist of the prison guard beside him, returned to the original position, and pulled the trigger with his back to Fang Jing.

"Why are you threatening you? I just want you to see clearly whose territory this is..." He carefully looked at the gun in his hand, then turned around and asked, "I heard that Young Master Fang has a good gun..."

"Duan Yan'an, what do you want to do!" The domineering person panicked instantly, "You dare to touch me? My father will never let you go!"

"What are you panicking about? I just want to ask Master Fang for advice." He looked at the prison guards on his left and right, "Tie him up."

Fang Jing was quickly tied to a stake, only his head could move, but an apple had already been placed on his head.

Duan Yan'an raised the gun in his hand, pointed it at him, and at the same time told him nonchalantly: "Master Fang, don't move around, my bullets may not be accurate."

"Duan Yan'an!" Fang Jing seemed to be biting his silver teeth, but he didn't dare to move at all.

With a gunshot and the bullet ejected from the chamber, Fang Jing's heart and soul seemed to go with it, and the sound of the split apple falling to the ground also brought his spirit back to its place.

Duan Yan'an nodded in satisfaction, and casually threw the gun to the prison guard.

"There is no extra ration in the prison." He stepped forward to pick up half of the apple on the ground, and stuffed it into Fang Jing's mouth before he could close it. He glanced at the cold food on the ground and said coldly, "Same None can be wasted."

The prison guard next to him immediately understood, picked up the ashes-covered food into a bowl, and sent it to Fang Jing's cell.

He patted the ashes on his hands, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and ordered: "When you enter the prison, you won't have the young master's preferential treatment, and the punishment you deserve must not be less."

"Yes!"

The prison guards also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Jing, who had reacted, spat out half of the apple in his mouth, and roared, "Duan Yan'an, you wait for me!"

And he had already walked out of the door, and Chen Fu, who had witnessed everything outside the door, followed him cautiously.

Xu Yiqing, who had also just stepped out of prison, happened to run into Duan Yan'an.

The two looked at each other, and Chen Fu introduced him: "This is the young master and young lady of the Xu family."

Xu Yilin faced the person in front of her directly, suddenly pursed her lips tightly, and her whole body tensed up involuntarily.

"Duan... Young Marshal Duan." The woman immediately lowered her eyes.

Duan Yan'an bowed his head in return, glanced at Xu Yiqing, and then left.

Chen Fu followed him all the time, until his car drove out of the gate, he was still bending over to watch him off.

Xu Yiqing met Duan Yan'an for the first time, and he was completely different from what he had imagined. He always felt that he would be more difficult to deal with than Fang Shilin.

"This is Duan Yan'an..." Xu Yilin murmured, "I didn't expect such a conspicuous and outstanding person."

"It seems that he is not a simple person." Xu Yiqing frowned.

Xu Yilin withdrew her gaze, helped him and walked to the car waiting outside the door.

The car that had already driven into the market suddenly stopped.Duan Yan'an checked the time, then got out of the car and walked into a modern commercial building.

"Yan An?" Lin Qiao who had just left the office looked at him in shock, "Why are you here?"

"Aunt Qiao...I'll pick you up." He glanced around, "Shishen has something to do, so he can't come today."

Lin Qiao led him to the studio.

"What has Shi Shen been up to lately? Even my work has been pushed away by me." The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became, "This brat, he has gone somewhere to fool around..."

Duan Yan'an gloated and said: "I heard that he and Miss Tang's family were alumni when they were studying abroad, so they must have a lot to say."

"Really?" Lin Qiao stopped suddenly, with a gossiping expression, "Really?"

"Why did I lie to Aunt Qiao?" He covered his smile and walked forward on his own.

Lin Qiao stood where he was, and started various reveries.

(End of this chapter)