Even though Yi Chenli was physically disabled, An Yuan'er didn't feel that it affected Yi Chenli's extraordinary talent and elegance in the slightest.
He doesn't even need to stand up; he's already surpassed countless other young men.
An Yuan'er thought of his awkwardness, his arrogance, his brilliance... and even his inferiority complex.
Having spent so much time together every day, and now that they've been apart for so long, An Yuan'er still misses him a little, uncontrollably.
She herself didn't realize that when she thought of Yi Chenli, the corners of her mouth curved upwards.
I wonder what he's doing now? Maybe he's sitting quietly reading in his study, or practicing kung fu in the bamboo forest.
Despite his disability, he gets up early every day to practice kung fu in the bamboo forest.
Compared to normal people, he always suffers many injuries. But An Yuan'er knows that he never makes a sound. He just stays in the deep bamboo forest, using the bamboo leaves as cover, repeatedly falling off his wheelchair, and then silently getting up, trying again and again.
If An Yuan'er hadn't accidentally wandered into the bamboo forest one day, he probably still wouldn't know the reason for his secret and the injuries on his body.
He had indeed become much stronger than when we first met, and he had powerful backing. But who knows what he had sacrificed in the past year?
Everything Yi Chenli possessed was never easily obtained.
An Yuan'er subconsciously touched the hairpin in her hair. What should she do? She wanted to go home. She really wanted to go back right now and see him.
Looking at the smile on his daughter's face, An Chaoli always had the illusion that his daughter had been snatched away.
The elderly father pressed on relentlessly, asking, "Who is it? Who is it?"
An Yuan'er put a finger to her lips and whispered, "It's a secret."
No matter how much An Chaoli pressed her for answers, An Yuan'er refused to speak.
The family chatted and laughed, while Cuizhen sat there, feeling somewhat out of place.
Fortunately, the carriage traveled quickly, and we arrived at the market.
An Huishou and Cuizhen got off the carriage first, and An Yuan'er took the initiative to suggest that she and her father go and settle the carriage first.
The market was crowded, and it was always inconvenient to travel with a horse-drawn carriage.
Inside the carriage, only the father and daughter remained.
An Chaoli asked, "I originally intended to tell the Yan family elders that I would bring Cuizhen to Shengjing with me. However, just now in the carriage, it seemed from your expression that you didn't like that?"
An Yuan'er liked her father the most, because no matter what the matter was, he would listen to his daughter's opinion even if he agreed with it.
"Yuan'er knows that Father took Cuizhen to Shengjing simply to express his gratitude to the Yan family for taking care of Brother. Once Cuizhen enters Shengjing, she'll be in a better environment, and in the future, she can find a good family to marry into through the An family. But..."
An Yuan'er paused for a moment, then continued, "But in what capacity does Father intend to bring Cuizhen back to the An family? As Yuan'er's servant? The Yan family has been kind to us. If we make Cuizhen a servant, wouldn't that give the Yan family elders something to think? They are both honest people with strong self-respect. They would rather live a hard life than serve others."
An Chaoli had already considered this point.
"Father originally thought that since they were Hui Shou's godparents, he could repay their kindness by recognizing Cui Zhen as his goddaughter. That way, Cui Zhen could be considered half a young lady."
An Yuan'er thought that Cuizhen was indeed very good at pretending in front of her father, otherwise her father would not have had this idea.
An Yuan'er absolutely cannot let Cui Zhen have her way.
After only a few days together, she had already lost all affection for Cuizhen. Especially now that she had entered the An family.
Not just anyone can become her sister.
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