A red mark appeared on An Qingyan's fair face as he slept. He touched the back of his neck somewhat embarrassedly, "It's probably cold by now."
As he spoke, he picked up the plates covering the two bowls. Both bowls were filled with clear soup wontons, along with seaweed and chopped green onions, which looked very appetizing.
It's just too cold now.
Looking at the two bowls of wontons on the table, Song Shuman felt both guilty and relieved. Tears welled up in her eyes as she opened her arms and gave her youngest son a hug. "It's okay, you can still eat them. Mom was hungry."
"Thank you, baby."
An Qingyan was a little confused. It was just a bowl of wontons, why was his mother so moved? He smiled and said, "It's nothing. I'll go to the kitchen and heat up the wontons. They'll be ready soon."
"Big brother will help you."
"OK."
An Jing helped his younger brother carry the wontons into the kitchen. He stood beside him, watching the boy's skillful movements, feeling a mix of emotions. "Yan Yan, did you used to do housework and cook all the time?"
"Hmm." The boy's profile appeared even softer under the light. He smiled slightly and said softly, "When I was little, my adoptive mother had to go to work to earn money, my adoptive father didn't care about us, and I had to take care of my younger brother at home. There was no one to help me, so I had to learn these life skills."
When he was six or seven years old, he was already quite skilled at household chores like washing clothes and cooking. Lin Jianxiang completely let go of the responsibility, and Zhou Yuelan didn't really supervise him much either. If he hadn't learned to cook, he would have gone hungry if he were home alone. Remember the website m.xswang.com
As he grew older, all the housework fell to him.
Children from poor families learn to be independent early.
He didn't want to say anything more. He smiled and said, "However, I can only cook some simple home-style dishes."
An Jing looked at the smile on his younger brother's face, a smile without a trace of resentment for the past, a pure smile. He remained silent for a long time before suddenly saying, "Yan Yan, I'm sorry."
The soup in the pot had already boiled and was bubbling away. An Qingyan put the lid on, turned to look at An Jing behind her, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Big brother, don't apologize to me anymore."
"You haven't wronged me in any way."
The boy's expression was unusually serious. An Jing was silent for two seconds, then smiled gently, raised his hand to rub the boy's head, and said softly, "Okay, I won't say anymore."
"Yes, the wontons are ready."
An Qingyan turned off the stove, put the wontons back into a bowl, and then, as if remembering something, casually asked, "By the way, what happened to you on the way?"
An Jing: "It's nothing. I bought a gift for you at the auction, but I realized I left it there halfway there, so I had to go back to get it, which caused the delay."
An Qingyan didn't really believe this reason. He felt that his mother and older brother were acting strangely tonight, but he didn't press the matter. He just asked An Jing what gift he had bought for him.
An Jing said she would find out soon.
An Qingyan's cooking skills were indeed average, but Song Shuman and An Jing thought the ordinary bowl of wontons in front of them was some kind of delicacy, and in the end, they didn't even leave any soup.
After finishing the wontons, An Jing took out the gift, which was the famous watch he had his eye on at the auction. It had been bought by a nouveau riche, but he had paid 1.5 times the price to buy it from him.
It really looks great on his brother's hand, so those millions were well spent.
It must be very expensive to buy it at an auction. An Qingyan looked at the exquisitely crafted and beautiful watch on her wrist, but still couldn't bring herself to refuse. This was her elder brother's gift.
He has to accept that he is now a scion of a wealthy family.
A rich and noble young master... that sounds good.
"Thank you, brother, I like it very much."
"By the way, brother, have you heard that one of our actors got injured?"
An Jing: "Really?"
An Qingyan: "Yes, it's that actor who plays the young master of the wolf clan. He was in a car accident today and suffered a comminuted fracture of his arm. It will take at least three or four months to recover."
"That's a pity, he'll have to leave the production team."
An Qingyan nodded. "I just recommended Yu Qi to the director to audition for this role."
"Lu Yuqi?" An Jing raised an eyebrow in surprise. Hearing the name Lu Yuqi, she couldn't help but think of what she had just learned from Lu's mother. "He can act?"
An Qingyan said the other party was a student at Nancheng Film Academy.
An Jing thought to himself, "Isn't that my junior from elementary school? Although he's a year, two, or three years younger... never mind, I don't know how many grades he's in." He smiled and cursed inwardly.
After thinking for a moment, he casually asked An Qingyan if she had any idols.
Speaking of idols, An Qingyan really doesn't have one.
“Really? I thought you young people all had idols.” An Jing leaned back on the sofa with a natural expression and then asked matter-of-factly, “What about Lu Yuqi? Does he have any idols?”
An Qingyan didn't think that much about it. After a couple of seconds of thought, he denied it, "An idol? I don't think so. He's never mentioned one to me."
"Hmm... the king of arrogance should idolize himself."
An Jing chuckled and echoed, "That makes sense."
"Brother, why are you suddenly asking this?"
"Um... just asking casually."
It was late, so the two brothers chatted for a few more minutes, then said goodnight to each other and went back to their rooms to rest.
Hospital.
Annan was destined not to get a good rest tonight. He sat on the hospital bed, his mind a jumble of thoughts about what had just happened. He did have a fever, but he had faked fainting.
He even deliberately wore only a long-sleeved T-shirt in the dead of winter. Whether he was sick or fainted, he had only one purpose: to gain the sympathy of the An family, especially Song Shuman.
Song Shuman is a person who is easily moved to pity.
She did soften her heart just now; even when he pretended to faint, she rushed him to the hospital. Her mother must still have feelings for him.
But An Jing...
Thinking of An Jing's heartless words to him, An Nanyi frowned in annoyance. He wondered what kind of spell Lin Qingyan had cast on An Jing. If it were before, his older brother would never have treated him like that.
An Nanyi was unsure whether she could return to the An family.
I spent the night in this state of anxiety.
The next morning, An Nanyi, who hadn't slept much all night, lay groggily in bed. Upon seeing the person who opened the door, he immediately sat up excitedly.
"Big brother, you've arrived." His voice sounded weak, and not having slept all night made him look even more haggard. After speaking, he coughed twice and looked expectantly at An Jing who was walking inside.
Has your brother changed his mind?!
An Jing's face was expressionless. He stood by the bed, looking down at his former "brother," and said in a flat tone, "I know you were faking fainting last night."
An Nanyi's body stiffened for a moment, then he denied it vehemently, "I didn't, I really didn't..." He looked at An Jing with a face full of confusion and grievance, his words full of disappointment, "Big brother, why won't you believe me?"
An Jing pulled up a chair and sat down. His cold, sharp gaze seemed tangible, as if it could pierce through flesh and see into the other person's heart. "Do you think your acting skills can fool me?"
Annan remained silent for a moment.
"Then why did you bring me to the hospital?" He grabbed An Jing's arm and said excitedly, "You still have feelings for me, don't you? Aren't I your most beloved younger brother? Why did you do this to me? Why... how could you be so heartless!"
The person in front of me seemed to be possessed; no matter what I said, it was useless. He kept saying that he had done wrong, but in the end, he had not sincerely repented and had not truly realized his mistakes.
An Jing felt powerless and didn't want to say anything more.
He pushed An Nanyi's hand away, took out a bank card from his pocket, and placed it on the bedside table next to him. "There is one million in this card, enough for an ordinary person to live on for many years. After you take this money, I hope you can leave Nancheng."
Annan said, "Brother, I don't want money. I just want to be with you. You are my family. Where do you want me to go...where can I go?"
"You can go anywhere. If you agree, this money is yours." An Jing remained unmoved. It was impossible for him to return to the An family; no one would agree to that.
This one million is already more than enough.
Annan still couldn't believe it. "Where's Mom? She still cares about me. She definitely won't let me leave. I want to see her!"
"You're wrong, she doesn't want to see you."
Song Shuman originally wanted to come along, but she was afraid she would be too soft-hearted.
An Jing: "Do you want this money or not?"
He looked at Annan quietly, waiting for her reply.
An Nanyi clenched his fists, silently lowered his head, and gritted his teeth, seemingly accepting reality. Finally, he uttered a single word: "Yes." After a pause, he added, "Don't worry, I will leave Nancheng."
"I hope you can keep your word and have nothing to do with the An family from now on... Take care of yourself."
After speaking, An Jing turned and left. As he stepped out of the ward, his tense expression relaxed, and he let out a barely audible sigh, but his deep gaze remained resolute.
Let's leave it at that; it's better for them all this way.
Hopefully, nothing else will go wrong.
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"Mr. Gu, An Nanyi stopped the An family's car at the entrance of the villa area late last night. Madam An and Young Master An got out of the car and met with him. We don't know what they said, but later An Nanyi fainted and was taken to the hospital by them."
Gu Fei listened to the other person's words with no expression, but his calm eyes unconsciously turned cold. He asked calmly, "And then?"
"Ten minutes ago, Young Master An went to the hospital to visit An Nanyi again. He left after a short time. I don't know exactly what he did. I didn't go to the ward with him, for fear of being discovered."
“Yes, continue to follow Annanyi.”
"yes."
After hanging up the phone, Gu Fei frowned slightly, somewhat displeased.
Is this a self-inflicted injury ruse?
An Jia still hasn't completely severed ties with An Nanyi?
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