"My brother doesn't have any luggage to take. He can leave tomorrow after he finishes shopping for things at home this afternoon."
An Huaishou will only take himself away from the Yan family, and he will not take anything else from the Yan family.
Although Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan were his adoptive parents, An Huaishou always understood the most basic boundaries.
An Yuan'er looked at her brother, then at Cui Zhen.
Although they were from the same family, Cuizhen's clothes were clearly new this year. Her brother's clothes, on the other hand, were faded from washing and had several patches in the corners.
An Yuan'er didn't think that Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan were biased towards their daughter. It was probably because the brother didn't want to spend the family's money and wanted to give the good things to his sister.
My brother was also in the prime of his youth, but because of the family's belief in destiny, he had to bear burdens he shouldn't have had to endure.
An Yuan'er felt a pang of sympathy.
She suggested, "Brother, let's buy some new clothes when we go to the market later?"
An Huai looked at her clothes: "No need. I can still wear my brother's clothes."
An Yuan'er knew he would say that, and had already thought of a countermeasure: "When we get home, we still have to see Grandfather! Brother, do you really want to just go like this?"
"That is certainly not the way to go."
Anfu is, after all, a family of scholars, unlike a small border town.
An Huaishou is the eldest son in his family. His return home represents his father and younger sister.
Although he did not grow up in the An family, An Huaishou knew about the various struggles within the large family. His talk of destiny back then might have been the result of those struggles.
An Hui nodded, agreeing to An Yuan'er's suggestion.
An Yuan'er scrutinized her brother's features. Although he was dressed in ordinary coarse linen clothes, it could not hide the handsomeness between his brows. He had a dignified figure and a handsome appearance. Even in Shengjing, he would be considered one of the most outstanding romantic talents.
An Yuan'er exclaimed sincerely, "Brother is the second most handsome man I've ever seen in the entire Tiansheng Kingdom."
The Tiansheng Kingdom has a large number of men, so being second is already a great compliment.
However, An Huaishou couldn't help but wonder: "Who is the most handsome man in Yuan'er's heart?"
Before An Yuan'er could answer, An Chaoli, sitting to the side, coughed lightly, flicked open the folding fan he always carried, and began fanning himself with it, striking a pose of dashing elegance. He made sure to assert his presence. The father confidently indicated that the most handsome man his daughter spoke of was definitely him.
An Yuan'er swore that she really didn't mean to disrespect her father.
However, she couldn't help but laugh.
She teased, "Even if Father is still as charming as ever, he's already middle-aged. Does he really still want to compete with a young man like Brother?"
My father is used to navigating the officialdom, and his skin has long since become incredibly thick.
But this time, she blushed with embarrassment after being teased by her daughter.
An Yuan'er thought to herself: "Daddy can even blush, how adorable." In her heart, regardless of his age, her father was always the most upright and supportive father. Between her past and present lives, An Yuan'er's favorite person was still her father.
It's better not to say it. Otherwise, Father will be too smug.
The old father knew he wasn't his daughter's number one, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He pressed on, following up on his brother's words: "Then which brat is Yuan'er's number one? Tell me, or I'll beat him to death."
An Yuan'er immediately pictured the pale boy in the wheelchair in her mind.
The young man turned around, and with just one glance, he captivated the hearts of countless young women.
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