Chapter 132 - 132: Mr. Qjn, Yanyan Is Still Young!

Translator: Draaon Boat Translation Editor: Draaon Boat Translation

Old Master An’s heart skipped a beat.

He actually…

He really had such thoughts!

“Mr. Qin, Yan Yan is still young!”

“That’s why, for now, I haven’t considered pursuing her,” Qin Lu looked directly at Old Master An, his tone steady and composed.

Old Master An remained stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and asked, “What about your family…”

“My grandmother has already treated her like a granddaughter. She treats Yan

Yan even better than she treats me.”

“But, the two of you come from different backgrounds, and that might invite criticism!”

Although the An family was decent, it was just decent. It was a good family in Jin City, but the disparity between it and a top-tier powerhouse like the Qin family was vast.

He didn’t want his granddaughter to climb too high and be looked down upon by the Qin family. The conflicts within prestigious families were akin to battles unseen, just as ruthless as actual battles, if not more.

Without a strong maternal family as support, what if Yan Yan suffered grievances in the Qin family!

He didn’t even know how many years he had left in his old bones.

After he was gone, could he still expect those kids to treat his granddaughter well?

“Old Master, I don’t need arranged marriages, nor do I care about them. The things I want, I will obtain through my own strength, not by selling my marriage.”

He had the confidence to speak those words.

And he had demonstrated through his actions that he could back them up.

“My family has no requirements for my marriage. As long as I want it, no one will object.”

“But Yan Yan is still young now. It’s too early to bring up these matters. I promise you, I won’t let her get into a relationship before she graduates from high school. How about that?”

At this point, what more could Old Master An say?

He sighed almost imperceptibly, “Then let’s see what Yan Yan thinks. If she likes you, this old man won’t interfere.”

Qin Lu stood up, bowed respectfully to Old Master An, and said, “Thank you.”

Nan Yan bought a fruit basket at a supermarket near the hospital.

The fruits were fresh, personally selected by her, and the staff had packed and wrapped them.

As she was about to take the basket, An Xiran moved quickly and snatched it from her hands.

Then, with an attentive tone, he asked, “Yan Yan, do you need to buy anything else?” “No, let’s go back.”

“Alright.”

An Xiran took the fruit basket to the checkout counter. Before leaving, he noticed that Nan Yan’s gaze was fixed on the lollipops at the counter.

He reached out and took two lollipops, handing them to her, “If you want to eat, go ahead. You’re not fat, no need to control your diet.”

Nan Yan paused for a moment, her actions quicker than her thoughts as she peeled off the candy wrapper.

She simply popped the lollipop into her mouth and muttered in explanation, “I’m not on a diet.”

She had been trying to gain weight recently, engaging in exercises and building muscle, hoping to improve her physical condition. Otherwise, she would be restricted in fights.

“Not dieting is the right thing. With your height, even if you gain ten more pounds, you’ll just look more proportionate, not fat.”

Nan Yan bit into the lollipop, then raised her eyes to look at him with an emotionless expression.

An Xiran immediately closed his mouth.

Then, he couldn’t help but murmur to himself.

For some reason, it seemed like he was losing his standing in front of Nan Yan, little by little… n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Well, she was his own younger sister, a gaming genius to boot. It was natural to have no standing in front of her.

Back at the hospital, the three brothers were still standing by the door.

Seeing Nan Yan and An Xiran return, An Zhici, using his identity as the eldest, spoke with a somewhat commanding tone, “Nan Yan, I have something to discuss with you.”

Nan Yan’s expression remained indifferent, her tone devoid of warmth, “It seems we don’t have much to talk about, Young Master An.”

An Zhici frowned slightly, but considering some matters, he suppressed his displeasure and said in a deep voice, “Nan Yan, I understand that you’re angry now and have grievances against the An family. Over the years, we have indeed wronged you, but you also can’t deny that you’re a part of the An family.”

“A harmonious family is what Grandfather hopes for. We won’t treat you like before in the future. Tell us how we can compensate you, we’re willing to listen.”

“Anything?” Nan Yan seemed to show some interest in this ‘compensation.’

“As long as we can manage it, anything is possible.”

“Then please, in the future, don’t bother me.”

Nan Yan’s tone remained flat, her icv gaze locking onto An Zhici without anv hint of retreat.

“Also, don’t make me unhappy.”

The grudges and resentment of the original owner were something she could empathize with. That’s why she didn’t hold any positive feelings toward the An family. Except for Fourth Brother An Xiran, she only wanted revenge against the rest of them.

An Zhici’s expression turned somewhat unsightly.

An Siting also stood stunned.

Only An Mulin, upon hearing these familiar words, couldn’t help but feel emotional.

It seemed Yan Yan wasn’t only this ruthless and cold-hearted towards him alone.

Nan Yan, however, couldn’t be bothered to engage with them any longer. She took the fruit basket from An Xiran’s hand and knocked on the door.

Before long, Tian Yi came over and opened the door.

Nan Yan retracted her coldness and asked with a smile, “Uncle Tian, can I come in now?”

Tian Yi chuckled and said,” Of course you can. The old man was just saying that Miss Nan Yan went to buy a fruit basket for so long. Why hasn’t she returned yet?!”

Nan Yan entered the hospital room, and Tian Yi closed the door behind her.

There was no intention to let anyone from the outside in.

An Xiran casually sat on a long chair outside the hospital room, taking out his phone to message his team members. He guessed he would be stuck here for a few days. But before he could open the messaging app, An Zhici, An Mulin, and An Siting stood before him.

“What’s going on?” An Xiran raised an eyebrow, pretending not to understand their intentions.

He slipped the phone, still in his hand, back into his pocket.

“How about you and Nan Yan…”

“How did you make Nan Yan accept you?”

An Xiran spoke with a slight sigh, “From the moment you started favoring An

Muyao and helped her hurt YanYan, you lost your chance, it’s too late.”

Looking at the strained expressions on the faces of the three brothers, his tone grew more serious, “There used to be hope in Yan Yan’s heart for you all. It was your own actions that extinguished the person who once wanted to integrate into the An family.”

“Think about what you’ve done to her over these past two years. On what grounds does she owe you forgiveness?”

An Xiran’s words plunged the three brothers into contemplation. They began to recall the unfair treatment they had subjected Nan Yan to in favor of An Muyao.

Even if they hadn’t done anything explicitly harmful, their biased behavior, their indifference when Nan Yan extended goodwill, and the contempt they showed her all inflicted a form of hurt on her.

There were also instances of passive aggression, ignoring her, and letting the servants mistreat her…

Each incident, each action, formed a pile of evidence that had led her to become disillusioned with the An family.

It seemed like, perhaps inadvertently, they had caused significant harm to their own sister!

In a subdued tone, An Xiran continued, “I’m grateful that I haven’t spent much time at home in the past two years. I haven’t treated her the way you guys did— excluding and disliking her.”

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t have the courage to stand in front of her and ask for her forgiveness..”