"An Xing? Can you hear me?"
"His fingers seemed to be moving."
"Make some space, he seems to be waking up."
“…”
An Xing suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed. Sporadic conversations came into his ears, but he didn't care to understand what they meant. His memory was still lingering in the severe pain of his body being almost crushed.
The boy hunched up, grasping the edge of the bed with his fingers so hard that they turned white, and was still shaking violently. The people who had been slightly dispersed suddenly became nervous, but did not dare to move forward rashly. The man standing by the bed immediately bent down and grabbed the boy's shoulders to support him.
"An Xing? Are you okay? Take a deep breath!"
An Xing took a deep breath following the voice, and it took him a long while to suppress the dizziness and nausea. He looked up, panting, and stared at the person in front of him, hesitantly saying:
"...Brother Yang?"
The boy's straight nose and curved forehead were covered with cold sweat, his lips were pale, and his light brown eyes were moist with water vapor, looking at him with fear and confusion. Seeing this, Brother Yang was startled and helped the boy to lean against the bed.
"Why did you faint for no reason? Didn't you get enough rest last night?"
The boy blinked, looked at him silently, and then looked around. Brother Yang thought An Xing had not come back to his senses yet, so he reminded him:
"Confused? On our way to lunch, you suddenly fainted and fell down the stairs, so we brought you to the infirmary... Do you remember what day it was today?"
Seeing that An Xing was still in a daze, Brother Yang asked jokingly, but the boy was stunned and really reached for his phone.
Brother Yang: ...
Looking at the date displayed on the screen, An Xing was filled with shock and disbelief.
He was the only son of the An family. He had been spoiled since childhood and had been a rich young master for 20 years. His life was not going smoothly. Until a month later, he learned that he had been given the wrong child 20 years ago.
An Xing was of course sad and unable to accept it, and so were the An family and their spouses. But they were both rational people, and after the initial sadness and shock, they wanted to get in touch with the real child of the An family.
However, perhaps because of his gaffe on the day the truth was revealed, a rift between the real young master and them had arisen.
He didn't want to be an eyesore to the real young master, so he stayed at home and avoided going out. He even avoided places where the real young master appeared. However, he ended up making things worse, and rumors spread that the real young master was cruel and would not tolerate him. The An family wanted to compensate the real young master, but the man was cold-hearted and unwilling to meet them.
An Xing felt that this was not a good idea, so she decided to go and talk to the real Master herself, but she got into a car accident on the way.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back to more than a month ago when the truth had not yet been exposed. He was interning at his own jewelry company and life was peaceful.
An Xing was a little confused.
At this time, other people in the room gathered around.
"An Xing, are you okay? You just fell down the stairs. It was scary."
"Yeah, luckily Lao Yang caught you, otherwise you would have fallen and ended up in the hospital!"
"Your lips are so white, go home and have a rest..."
An Xing was brought back to his senses by his colleagues' concerned comments. He forced a smile and was about to speak when a young man's voice came from the door.
"Who wants to go home and rest?"
Hearing this familiar voice, An Xing paused and looked at the man who walked in. The man was young and elegant, with the appearance of a gentleman, but when he looked at people, there was arrogance in his eyes that could not be concealed.
This man is his second uncle’s son, his cousin, An Hao.
The young man was lying on the bed in a daze, looking uncomfortable, and didn't speak. Brother Yang glanced at An Xing and said to the visitor:
"An Xing is not feeling well. We told him to go home and rest, Mr. An."
An Hao frowned and looked over. An Xing clearly saw the disdain and disgust in his eyes, and his heart sank.
His father, An Zhaoming, founded Anning Jewelry when he was young and seized the opportunity to make the company a national leader. His mother, Shen Ying, came from a scholarly family, and several of Shen's uncles were either well-known scholars or scientific researchers. The two were in love at the time and have been very loving for more than 20 years of marriage.
Growing up in such a family, An Xing has been loved since childhood. Not only is he spoiled by his parents, but he is also the youngest at his maternal grandparents' side and is loved by all his cousins, uncles, and aunts.
An Xing thought that this cousin was also friendly, but he didn't know that it was all fake. A month later, it was this cousin who came with the real young master, and without telling their family anything, he just bombarded them with the truth.
Thinking of his mother's poor health, when he suddenly learned the truth, he fainted due to emotional excitement. He was depressed for a long time afterwards, and An Xing's expression was a little ugly.
An Hao glanced at An Xing impatiently and said with a straight face:
"No, the marketing plan you submitted today is not up to standard. You must rewrite it."
This means that Anxing is not allowed to go back to rest. Several colleagues' faces changed, but they didn't know what to say. Only Brother Yang frowned. He was about to speak, but his sleeve was pulled, and he turned back subconsciously.
The pale-faced boy leaned back softly, and when he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled like fragile butterfly wings.
"Headache."
An Xing covered his chest, looking pitiful.
Brother Yang: ...
The boy was young and had a very outstanding appearance. Normally, he was pleasing to the eye when he just sat there quietly. But now, he was weakly holding his chest and saying that he had a headache. Everyone was soft-hearted, except An Hao, who was hard-hearted.
"You haven't completed the task assigned to you, and you want to go home and rest? Do you think this is worthy of the efforts of others?"
An Xing curled his lips. He had never fainted in the company in his previous life, but it was not the first time he heard similar words.
He concealed his identity when he entered An Ning Jewelry for an internship, but An Hao was different. He came in right after graduating from college with the title of "General Manager An's nephew". Within just two years, he became a team leader in the marketing department and was also called "Little General Manager An". He is now his direct superior.
In his previous life, when he came here for internship, An Hao often assigned him tasks that were far beyond his current ability. If he did well, it meant that An Hao was good at it, and if he did not do well, it meant that he did not work hard enough. But An Hao pretended to be decent, and An Xing never doubted it. He thought that his cousin was doing it for his own good and to encourage him to make progress.
It was not until the real and fake young master story came out that An Hao no longer concealed his malice towards him and humiliated him in various ways, as if he stayed in the An family just to shamelessly covet the An family's money... Only then did An Xing understand that An Hao never treated him as a brother, but rather treated the An family as his own possession. And the various "guidance and training" during the internship were actually to make the company's people know his identity and believe that he was a useless vase, and not as suitable as An Hao to inherit An Ning Jewelry.
With such acting skills, the An family owes An Hao a trophy.
If in his previous life, An Xing was bullied, he might have endured it silently. Even if he was not feeling well, he would not take a rest. Instead, he would listen to his cousin and work hard like a slow bird that flies first.
But after being reborn, he is no longer the same An Xing!
The boy leaning against the head of the bed had red eyes and sniffed. He was obviously so aggrieved that he wanted to cry, but he still smiled bravely.
"Then I'll go back and write a plan...I'll listen to my cousin."
Everyone: ...
Everyone: Hmm???
An Hao's expression changed instantly and he blurted out subconsciously.
"Stop yelling!"
The boy's eyes turned redder: "... Mr. An."
Glancing at the confused and uncertain expressions of the people around him, An Xing finally felt relieved. It was worth the tears he had held back by pinching his thigh. He had already blurted out the words but then changed them. Anyone who heard him would suspect that there was something going on.
Although he was reborn before the truth was exposed, An Xing was unwilling to be the cuckoo that took over the magpie's nest. He and the real young master still had to return to their respective positions. However, he couldn't leave like a stray dog, and he couldn't be used as a stepping stone for An Hao to climb up.
The first step to stop An Hao from stepping on him to get to the top is to reveal his identity and interrupt his spellcasting.
At this moment, everyone else in the room was also nervously beating.
Anning Jewelry is the An family's business. As we all know, the next generation of the An family only has two children, one is An Hao, and the other is Mr. An's son who is in college. Privately, everyone says that Mr. An's son is uneducated and unskilled, and is not capable of taking on big responsibilities, so An Hao joined the company. In the future, Anning Jewelry will most likely be taken over by An Hao.
But just now, An Xing called An Hao "cousin"? After being scolded by An Hao, he changed his words to "Little Mr. An" in a wronged manner.
If An Xing is Mr. An’s son who is currently attending college...hiss, the circle of wealthy families is so complicated!
Looking at everyone exchanging glances frantically, An Hao's face finally became uncontrollably ugly.
Before An Xing came in for internship, he had lied to An Xing to conceal her identity through others. This way, she didn't need to be special, and she could also gain recognition from others with her own strength rather than her identity. An Xing was simple-minded and trusted her cousin, so she agreed. This week, An Hao had tried to test her several times, and had said even more outrageous things than today, but An Xing didn't let it slip.
Why did this idiot suddenly fail today?
An Hao had already let down his guard, and because he was caught off guard, his reaction only made it more obvious. Seeing that others had already become suspicious, An Hao had no choice but to change his alternative plan and softened his tone:
"Forget it. If you really don't feel well, then go back and rest. As for the marketing plan, you really can't write it with your current ability. When you know more about the company and do more practical things, I will teach you to write a more feasible one."
If this person wasn't plotting against him, An Xing would have wanted to applaud An Hao. Listen, in just one sentence, he avoided the sensitive topic of identity, pointed out that he was not capable enough, did not know the company well enough, the plan he wrote was not feasible, and hinted that his level was higher.
It's like saying "Compared with the two of us, I am more suitable to inherit the company."
An Xing pursed her lips and was thinking of a countermeasure quickly in her mind when she heard footsteps approaching the door. Everyone's attention was immediately diverted, and they subconsciously looked towards the door, then widened their eyes.
"Boss An!"
An Xing also saw the man at the door. Although the man was middle-aged, he maintained a good figure. He was tall and straight, with a resolute and handsome face. He came in hurriedly but seemed a little nervous. When he looked at him, his eyes were full of worry and kindness.
This man is the president of An Ning Jewelry, An Zhaoming, and also his father...adoptive father.
"Xingxing, I heard you fainted, what happened?"
An Zhaoming stepped forward quickly, and after blurting out the words, he remembered that his son wanted to hide his identity, and suddenly froze. He was thinking about how to make amends, but he saw his son on the bed looking up with a wronged look on his face.
"dad!"
An Zhaoming's face darkened instantly.
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