Tang Xili walked over gracefully, and when she saw An Minghe's angry look with his thick eyebrows raised, her mood instantly became beautiful.
She pulled a chair and sat down, crossed her legs, crossed her arms and smiled faintly: "It seems that Mr. An is not very satisfied with my gift."
Seeing that she dared to be so arrogant, An Minghe was so angry that his face turned black. He threw all the strategies and plans out of his mind, picked up the ashtray next to him, and smashed it at her.
The petal-shaped crystal ashtray flew straight towards Tang Xili's head.
She did not dodge or evade, as if she did not see it, and continued to look at the violent An Minghe calmly.
The servants who had come to watch from the entrance couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten when they saw the ashtray flying towards Tang Xili.
There is an immersive feeling that it is about to fall on them.
(This girl’s head is about to explode!)
However, in the next second, the situation suddenly reversed.
A figure, as fast as lightning, appeared in front of her.
The man lifted his long legs and easily kicked the ashtray diagonally across the street, onto the three-dimensional peony screen made of mirror fragments.
"Bang——" There was a loud bang.
The artistic screen worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was instantly turned into a pile of worthless glass fragments.
"Ah..." The servants screamed in fright.
The An family was also shocked.
Ever since Tang Xili entered the room, their attention was only on her. Only then did they realize that there were six foreign women following her.
They wore high ponytails and the same black tank tops and black shorts.
A black wallet with something unknown inside was tied to the outside of her straight long legs and slender waist, making her look like a secret agent in European and American movies.
"..." Everyone in the An family looked at each other, anger in their eyes.
"An Wuyang, how dare you be so rude here?" The speaker was the gray-haired old man An, who was over 70 years old.
He was wearing a black and gray Tang suit and holding a sandalwood cane. He was looking up and down at his granddaughter, whom he had not seen for many years, with an extremely stern look.
Tang Xili was not at all timid and looked at them one by one with raised eyes.
With the exception of a few grandchildren, she remembered the rest fondly.
Old Master An, Old Madam An, 'Second Uncle' An Minghui, 'Second Aunt' Qian Meng, 'Eldest Aunt' An Zhixue, 'Eldest Uncle' Wang Fan, 'Younger Aunt' An Xianyue, and of course, her 'Father' An Minghe, and the mistress Gu Yuqing.
Each of them had her mother's blood and her grandparents' blood on their hands.
It was they who stole my grandparents' research patents and turned against them, causing my grandfather to be thrown in jail and die in prison.
My grandmother committed suicide by cutting her wrists.
Her mother lost her virginity on her wedding night due to Gu Yuqing's scheme and was humiliated and beaten by the An family.
They injected her with psychotropic drugs, imprisoned her, and molested her at will.
One night when she was six years old, she hid in the dark and watched An Minghe, An Minghui, and Wang Fan go to the basement where her mother was imprisoned.
She didn't understand it when she was young, but when she grew up, every time she thought about it, hatred would grow wildly in her flesh and blood like a cancer.
She wouldn't let them die so easily.
She would take away the things they valued most bit by bit, leaving them struggling, despairing, and living a life worse than death in the hell she had created!
The smile on Tang Xili's lips grew colder, and she slowly withdrew her gaze.
After sixteen years of keeping a low profile, she has long learned to keep her emotions under control.
"Mr. An..." she began, extremely polite and reserved. "My name is Tangxi Li, the Li of pear blossoms. You are not allowed to call me by the wrong name in the future, because... your surname is not worthy of me."
With just one sentence, everyone in the An family looked gloomy.
However, they all endured it.
The most urgent thing is to get the goods back first, it won’t be too late to deal with her later!
Madam An calmed down and smiled kindly, "An... Xiaoli, don't talk to your grandpa like that. Don't you know how much your grandpa misses you? Grandma misses you too. We haven't seen each other for many years. Our Xiaoli has grown up."
As she spoke, two lines of tears appeared on her wrinkled face.
Anyone who sees it will be moved.
Tang Xili's smile remained unchanged, her eyes tinged with sarcasm, "You want me dead, don't you?"
When Mrs. An heard this, she was very sad. "Child, how can you say that? We are your relatives."
After the old lady finished speaking, her two daughters, An Zhixue and An Xianyue, also joined the army of playing the family card.
An Zhixue said politely, "Yes, Xiaoli, we are all family. Your grandmother knows that she has wronged you over the years, so she decided to give you her shares as compensation."
An Xianyue added, "And your father. It was your father who was confused and misunderstood you back then. He has realized his mistake. Xiaoli, can you give him a chance to make amends?"
Tang Xili watched their performance calmly.
She didn't say anything either. The stage had already been set up. If they were not given a chance, how would they understand what it meant to be in vain?
Seeing that she didn't say anything, An Minghe winked at his brother.
An Minghui understood and said thoughtfully, "Son, your father knows he was wrong and is very regretful. When you were 13, your father went abroad to pick you up, but he couldn't find you..."
"Really?" Tang Xili glanced at him, slightly surprised, "So there is such a thing..."
When she was 13, she killed her 'adoptive father's' family and left.
Of course, whether they went to pick her up or not was just a fabrication made up by them.
An Minghui met her penetrating gaze, feeling a little guilty, but he kept it to himself. He said tactfully and sincerely, "Of course I have. Your father has been looking for you all these years and has never given up..."
"Hehehe..." Before he finished speaking, Tang Xili couldn't help laughing.
The silver bell-like laughter seemed to come from the horror old house, floating in every corner of the living room.
The silent night suddenly took on a strange color.
The An family members were confused as to why she was laughing like she was having a mental illness.
I really don't know what sentence made her laugh so hard.
An Minghe's face darkened and he stood up and wanted to scold him.
But it was Gu Yuqing who held him down, silently shook her head at him, indicating that he had to endure it.
An Minghe took several deep breaths, holding them back, and tried his best to force out a kind smile, "Xiao Li, what's wrong?"
Tang Xili's laughter gradually stopped. She brushed her hair and apologized, "I'm sorry. I usually don't like to laugh unless it's too funny. It's all your fault. You had to tell me jokes when there was nothing wrong with you. Who can resist this? Hahaha..."
As she spoke, she laughed again.
Everyone in the An family: "..."
They suddenly realized that the family strategy not only did not work for her, but also became a joke.
For a moment, the faces of the An family members became extremely ugly.
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