Plunder-Chapter 193: Do it Again, Qiao En

Qiao En remembered that after she and Zhou Jin’an went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate, her copy had always been lying at the entrance of her home.

That day, An Kexin visited her home, and afterward, that red booklet disappeared.

Qiao En didn’t care.

But An Kexin wanted to make a big deal out of it.

However, she had only shot herself in the foot.

Zhou Jin’an pulled out two red booklets from under his pillow, "The one you stole wasn’t the marriage certificate that I went to get with Qiao En; the real document has always been in my possession."

The melon-eating crowd in the live broadcast room was having a field day.

The true identity of Qiao En was now self-evident.

An Kexin was still not willing to give up, "I am the real Qiao En, even if the certificate is fake, I am the real person. The name on the marriage certificate is mine, and he and I are the real husband and wife."

But nobody was willing to listen to An Kexin’s ranting anymore.

Zhou Jin’an gestured, and the hosts eagerly crowded around him.

He reached out and put his arm around Qiao En’s shoulder.

"This lady is my wife. She used to be called Qiao En, now she’s called Xu Yayun. No matter what name she goes by, I love her very much, and no one can replace her in my heart," he said.

Zhou Jin’an’s words fell heavily, each one piercing An Kexin’s heart like a sharp blade, stabbing at the most painful part of her core.

"As for who that lady is? I believe someone will inform everyone of her identity soon."

The camera in the live broadcast room was fixed on Zhou Jin’an. The traffic he brought in was incalculable.

In front of the camera, he held Qiao En’s hand, his eyes sparkling with a fervent glow.

Showcasing love is not about the show, but about the genuine affection.

Zhou Jin’an’s fervent gaze never left Qiao En for a second. She was as graceful as a chrysanthemum, without uttering a single word, but the aura between them had already influenced countless people.

"When did you switch the marriage certificates?"

Qiao En asked in a hushed voice, curious.

"I switched them in the car, afraid that you might change your mind. Might as well keep both certificates with me," he replied.

Being "schemed against" by the person you love the most is the sweetest kind of happiness.

In the live broadcast room, the screen was flooded with high praise for them.

"They are truly a match made in heaven!"

"I believe in love again!"

"This is true love, I’m witnessing true love!"

...

An Kexin was fuming, completely losing her sanity.

"Shameless, despicable."

She charged forward, intent on grabbing Qiao En, but as her hand was about to touch Qiao En, Zhou Jin’an swiftly seized her wrist and fiercely pushed her to the ground.

An Kexin fell to the floor with a heavy thud, blood seeping from her forehead.

She was in severe pain, tears streaming down her face.

"I love you so much, why do you have to treat me this way?"

She bit her lip, refusing to give up.

Trying to sway the public’s emotions with her tears.

But once again, she failed.

"The An family just released a statement, did you see it?"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Then, the camera once again focused on An Kexin.

She lay on the ground, reduced to a crying mess.

"What statement?"

Qiao En asked in a low voice again.

Zhou Jin’an’s eyes deepened; indeed, everyone from the An family is so despicable, willing to disregard kinship for the sake of profit.

"It must be a disownment statement," he answered.

An Corporation couldn’t resist, and under the pressure from Zhou Jin’an, An Jinrong eventually made this decision.

The An family would no longer have An Kexin, and An Kexin would have nothing to do with the An family anymore.

An Kexin saw the statement as well.

She stood there in a daze, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

She clutched her cellphone, frantically calling Old Master An.

The butler answered, "The old master has already issued a statement, from now on, you have nothing to do with the An family. The old master wants me to tell you to take care of yourself."

After speaking, the butler hung up the phone.

An Kexin called again, but she had already been blacklisted.

She wasn’t willing to give up and called An Jinrong. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He was the second brother who loved her the most.

The call was connected, and An Kexin was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Second Brother, why is Dad doing this? Why?"

"Kexin, you brought this upon yourself."

An Jinrong’s words were even colder and more merciless.

"I have always been helping Second Brother, don’t treat me this way."

An Jinrong laughed, "Kexin, you were not helping me, you were helping yourself. You should know your own identity, right? You are the old master’s bastard born outside, it was I who brought you back and let you become the Miss of the An family. But now, you almost ruined the An family. From now on, take care of yourself."

An Jinrong’s tone echoed Old Master An’s exactly.

"Second Brother, Second Brother..."

An Kexin called out, but An Jinrong had already hung up the phone.

She sat on the ground, turned into a person made of tears.

Now, she was no longer An Kexin.

So, could she be Qiao En?

The live broadcast continued.

And An Kexin had already lost the game.

She crawled towards Zhou Jin’an, crying, "Jin’an, please, can you spare the An family?"

Zhou Jin’an shook off her hand, saying coldly, "Didn’t you want to become Qiao En? Why are you still clinging to the An family?"

An Kexin was left speechless as if she had swallowed a bitter pill.

She wanted to be Qiao En, but now that she had become Qiao En, what could she do?

She still couldn’t win Zhou Jin’an’s heart.

She presented all her documents, "I’m returning these to you, I’m giving it all back to you, okay? Please, ask the An family to revoke their decision."

But what she didn’t expect was that Qiao En refused to accept them.

"Miss An, since you like my identity so much that you even had plastic surgery to look like me, I’ve decided to let you have it."

An Kexin banged her head against the ground, wailing.

"Get her out of here, I’m tired and need to rest."

Zhou Jin’an gave the order, and soon someone came in, dragged An Kexin out, and threw her out.

The PR manager of Nanchen had arrived, and arrangements for the continuation of the live broadcast had already been specifically dealt with.

The hospital room finally quieted down.

Zhou Jin’an stretched himself out.

"That was really tiring."

Qiao En moved behind him, massaging his shoulders and neck.

"Was it your pressure that led to Old Master An’s actions?" Qiao En’s mind was bubbling with curiosity.

"Yes, and no."

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Jin’an explained everything about An Jinhua to Qiao En, who listened with keen interest.

"Mr. Zhou, you’re still so shrewd and calculating."

"I only plot against the bad guys; I would never do that to you." Zhou Jin’an tenderly pulled Qiao En into his arms.

"How can you say you never plotted against me? You tricked me into getting a marriage certificate, and then you gave me a fake one."

Qiao En quickly dredged up the past.

Zhou Jin’an, feeling guilty, admitted, "Sorry, that was my fault. But this time, our little mistake ended up working in our favor."

"Yes, I hope she doesn’t cause any more trouble."

Qiao En also sighed.

Zhou Jin’an cupped Qiao En’s face, asking her once more with seriousness, "Are you really not planning to take back your own identity?"

Qiao En’s eyes darkened, "No need, I quite like my current identity. To embrace the future, you must leave the past behind, right?"

But Zhou Jin’an frowned, "That won’t do, you still have to be Qiao En for one more day. After that, you will forever be Xu Yayun."