"You are not my dad." Ran Xiangsi shook her head coldly.
The words she said were like icicles hanging from the eaves on a winter’s day.
Cold, piercing, heartbreaking.
They carried a clear and deep chill.
"You..." Ran Zhonghai was exasperated, not expecting his daughter to be so difficult to deal with. "You are just like your mother, always stubborn like a mule!"
"So you drove her away, and you’re driving away too?" Ran Xiangsi quickly retorted. Before Ran Zhonghai could answer, she imdiately looked at Fang Biqin, "Then, you couldn’t wait to marry her?"
Fang Biqin, being called out, felt awkward about continuing to watch the drama unfold. She stepped forward and took Ran Zhonghai’s hand, whispering, "Honey, if we can’t resolve this tonight, we can think of another way tomorrow. Don’t make yourself sick with anger."
As if deliberately showing off in front of Ran Xiangsi, Fang Biqin’s voice was incredibly gentle, making her seem like a kind and loving wife.
"Hmph!" Ran Zhonghai, overwheld with anger, flung his sleeve and stord out.
Ran Xiangsi had irritated him so much that he had forgotten the important matters.
Fang Biqin quickly followed him, not forgetting to look back at Xiangsi before leaving, "We’ll talk tomorrow."
"We have nothing to talk about." Ran Xiangsi refused outright and then slamd the door shut, locking it.
Standing behind the door for a mont, Ran Xiangsi walked to the window and looked downstairs.
After a while, Ran Zhonghai and Fang Biqin got in the car and drove away.
The BMW sped off into the night, soon disappearing, leaving only a street lamp emitting a steady orange glow.
Ran Xiangsi gazed at the scene for a long ti.
In her heart, there was a dull ache, an indescribable feeling.
The room suddenly fell silent.
The princess’s central monitor started to distort again...
He could sense that his owner was in a very bad mood at this mont.
Not knowing how to comfort his owner, the princess thought for a while and finally selected a piece of soothing music to play.
It’s said that listening to music can make one feel better when they are sad.
Prince also ca over at this ti, wagging his tail towards Xiangsi.
With a sigh, Ran Xiangsi squatted down and held Prince in her arms.
She stroked his soft fur gently, and as she listened to the lodious instruntal music, the frustration in her heart dissipated a bit.
"I was originally curious about why he ca to see so late. It turns out... he wants to sell . Prince, where is your dad? Is he also such a jerk?"
"Woof..." Prince lowered himself, letting out a strange whimper from his throat, as if he could understand Ran Xiangsi’s current mood.
...
Another sunny morning.
By eight o’clock, Xing Chen had already completed an hour of morning jog and had breakfast.
He went upstairs to change clothes and then rembered that he had left his phone in the study.
Walking slowly to the study, Xing Chen picked up the phone, and as soon as he unlocked the screen to check the ti, countless chat notifications popped up on the main screen.
All the ssages were from the sa number, Ran Xiangsi’s.
Had she sent him a lot of ssages?
His previously calm eyes suddenly brightened upon realizing this, shining with the radiant light of the morning sun, breathtakingly beautiful.
He tapped on the chat, and rows of ssages imdiately appeared.
[Hello, Young Master Xing, can you do a favor?]
[If you don’t reply, I’ll take it as a yes... Here’s the thing, Ding Jia saw with you, and she slandered on the school forum, saying I was being kept by an old man. Could you co to the school with tomorrow to clear this up...]
[Hey?! At least reply! I’m online and waiting. It’s urgent!]
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