When having breakfast the next day, An Xing still looked a little listless.
"What kind of novel did you read that made you cry all night?"
An Zhaoming looked at the dark circles under his son's eyes in confusion. His son's skin was like his mother's, fair and delicate, so the dark circles made him look particularly miserable.
Chen Ying was both angry and amused.
"How miserable is this novel? Is it as miserable as Iron Man snapping his fingers?"
An Xing was stabbed again unexpectedly, feeling even more dejected.
"It's either miserable or fate is fickle! Fate plays tricks on us!"
The An couple looked indifferent and didn't want to pay any attention to their stupid son.
An Xing sniffed, took a bite of the fried dough stick, looked at An Zhaoming, and asked hesitantly:
"Dad, have you found the person who spread the rumors in the company?"
"I've given the order, but they haven't found him yet." An Zhaoming narrowed his eyes, "Did you hear someone spread rumors again? Where is he? I'll have someone check the surveillance."
An Xing shook his head: "No, I just thought of it again and asked."
This is also to lay the groundwork for the confession on Friday.
An Zhaoming looked at his son for a few times and seeing that he didn't say anything else, he suppressed his doubts and continued to eat breakfast.
An Xing, who went to work with dark circles under his eyes, naturally received a lot of care from his colleagues. Who doesn't like to be cared for? After all, this also reflects a person's popularity, and in a sense, it can reflect the value of this person.
An Xing, who was upset by the confession, at least felt a little comforted. Before he could continue to be depressed, his phone vibrated and Lu Tianchen sent him a picture on WeChat.
An Xing clicked on the picture and saw that it was a stock account. The securities held were all red, and the red numbers at the profit and loss of the positions were so large that they made his pupils tremble. For a moment, An Xing even forgot about his own worries.
An Xingxing said one word at a time: Brother Chen, is your stock account making so much profit?
Lu Tianchen: Yeah.
An Xingxing said: "Great! Can I copy your homework?"
Lu Tianchen: No, you can’t do it.
Lu Tianchen: Don’t be afraid, I can support you.
An Xing held his phone in his hand, his eyes widening as he watched the domineering declaration from his brother Chen.
If someone else said they would raise him after knowing that he was not the biological child of the An family, An Xing would feel that this was humiliating him. But when it was Lu Tianchen who said this, although the text message could not reflect the speaker's emotions at all, An Xing inexplicably saw the man's calm and indifferent expression from these few words.
Brother Shen is so reassuring!
The huge rock pressing on his heart was not removed, but it was as if there was a little man transformed from his brother Shen, trying hard to prop up the rock, and saying to him: Don't be afraid.
An Xingxing said: Okay, I won’t eat your food for free. I can be your assistant. I know a lot!
Lu Tianchen looked at the little fool's confident speech, thought about it, and did not undermine his confidence.
Lu Tianchen: Well, you are great.
It seemed that Lu Tianchen's reliable image from childhood to adulthood really touched An Xing's heart, and An Xing's anxiety was finally reduced in the following workdays. But after all, there was something important on her mind, and An Xing thought she had concealed it well, but An Zhaoming and Shen Ying had already discovered something was wrong.
"How sad was that novel your son read? Why has he been feeling miserable for three days?"
On Friday night, while An Xing was changing clothes, An Zhaoming quietly asked Chen Ying.
"I want to know too." Chen Ying replied in a low voice, "When I asked him, he said it was okay and didn't tell me at all."
An Zhaoming looked puzzled: "No, is it necessary to be so sad for reading a novel? It's all fake!"
The woman looked at her husband with disdain: "What do you know about the minds of us artists!"
An Zhaoming had an innocent look on his face, but he put his hands around the woman's slender waist dishonestly and leaned over to whisper in her ear: "I don't understand my son's thoughts, but I do understand Teacher Shen's thoughts..."
"Mom and Dad, shall we eat now?"
The man who was about to do something bad was startled and turned back to glare at his son: "You little brat, how can you be so tactless!"
An Xing was furious. He had something important on his mind, so he planned to talk about it after dinner, but when he came down, he saw these two people still being affectionate, not understanding his hardship at all, it was too much!
Chen Ying pushed her husband away and waved at An Xing.
"Xingxing, tomorrow is Saturday, do you have a date with your friends?"
"No." An Xing shook his head.
"Then let's go to Qixi Park for a bike ride?" Chen Ying smiled and smoothed her son's curly hair, "Let's exercise and relax."
"Qixi Park? It's so sunny there!"
An Xing was a little reluctant. How could he feel like going to the park after he told her the truth?
"The cycling path over there has been renovated, with trees on both sides that can provide shade. You will only sweat from exercise, but not get too much sun." An Zhaoming also said, "You look so limp, you can even cry while reading a novel. Men shed blood and sweat, not tears!"
An Xing: ...
An Xing puffed out his cheeks, looked at the two men with concern, but finally lowered his eyes.
"Well, go ahead."
Just... postpone it for another day. They are so interested, it's hard to spoil it.
He will definitely say so after we finish playing tomorrow.
Qixi Park is a large natural park in the southern suburbs of Tang City, covering an area of more than 2,000 acres, with a tour route planned inside. On Saturdays, the An family members packed a bag and carried it on their backs when they went out for fun.
"I saw on the news that all the lotus flowers in the Thousand Carp Pond have bloomed recently. Xingxing, shall we go over there and paint later?"
An Xing was already packing his paintbrushes and portable watercolors, and responded positively when he heard this.
"Okay, Mom, let Dad hold an umbrella for us!"
An Zhaoming: "What's a boy afraid of getting tanned? I'm only holding an umbrella for your mother!"
Seeing his son's eyes widen instantly, An Zhaoming was in a good mood. Children need to move more. Look at how neatly he packed his little bag. It's obvious that he is looking forward to the summer trip!
Uncle Li, the family's driver, took them to the park, and the three members of the An family got on the sightseeing bus at the gate, planning to go to the Thousand Carp Pond to paint first.
Today, the whole family wore sportswear for a bike ride. An Zhaoming and Shen Ying were already in great shape, and they looked even younger in their sportswear. The family was also very good-looking, so they attracted a lot of attention along the way.
An Zhaoming and Shen Ying didn't care. An Xing even thought that this was the last time they would happily visit the park. He didn't care about other people's looks and squeezed between the two of them, diligently holding an umbrella for Shen Ying.
"You... go away! You're so grown up but still clinging to your mother!" An Zhaoming pushed his son away with disgust.
An Xing was not short among boys, he was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and he felt that he could grow taller during college. But An Zhaoming was taller than him, and because of regular exercise, he was still tall in middle age, so An Xing still looked like a child, and he was immediately pushed aside.
An Xing's eyes widened in shock, looking at his father in disbelief as he coldly pushed him out of the parasol's range.
"Go buy your mom an ice cream cone. There's an ice cream stand over there," An Zhaoming said mercilessly. "We've raised you to this age. It's time for you to repay us. Go now!"
An Xing went out with a bunch of things but forgot to pack the second parasol. He ran towards the ice cream stand feeling aggrieved.
"Hello, would you like an ice cream cone? What flavor do you want?"
The young lady at the stall saw a handsome boy running over and asked enthusiastically.
"Hmm... one with sea salt and one with yogurt." An Xing said after taking a few glances at the menu.
"Why don't you buy one for your father? The third one is half price!" The young lady also saw this one with a good appearance and promoted it enthusiastically.
An Xing looked back and curled her lips.
"Then have another original flavor."
"Okay, that's 25 yuan in total. It's hot, so I'll give you two small fans!"
The stall owner waved to the side, and a man wearing a big cat doll costume handed over two small plastic fans.
An Xing looked at the man in surprise and couldn't help asking, "You're wearing a doll costume in such a hot day, aren't you going to get a heat stroke?"
This doll costume is big and bulky. Although An Xing has never worn it himself, he has heard people say that this costume is stuffy and not breathable, and it must be uncomfortable to wear in this kind of weather.
As if he didn't expect An Xing to talk to him, the man in the doll costume paused. Seeing that the boy was looking at him seriously and seemed to be very concerned, a male voice slowly came out from the hood.
"It's okay now, not too hot."
The sound was not loud, and was a little muffled due to the isolation of the headgear. But An Xing was very sensitive to other people's voices, especially when the owner of the voice was someone he knew or was very recognizable.
Although An Xing had only heard this voice a few times, he remembered it very clearly and was stunned.
Why is Ning Rong here too? !
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