"Sister-in-law."
An Nan murmured this word, her bright black eyes glaring at the person not far away, unwilling to believe what her ears had heard. How could her brother, such an outstanding man, know such a woman and even want to marry her?
An Nan couldn’t figure it out.
But Gao Yuwen quickly recovered from the shock, first looking delighted as she hooked her arm around her boyfriend’s: "Li Yan, are you serious? Will you really marry ?"
Then, after getting a positive answer from him, she once again looked at An Nan with a proud gaze, her words filled with provocation: "An Nan, shouldn’t you call sister-in-law now!"
The implication was to say it quickly.
This title of sister-in-law was sothing An Nan couldn’t bring herself to say, she was even more unwilling to say it.
Imdiately her icy gaze continued to fall on An Liyang’s face, as if trying to see through sothing: "A reason, give a reason."
Seeing that she was ignored, Gao Yuwen, with a furious expression, pointed at her and berated her angrily: "Lin Annan, where’s your manners? Didn’t you hear talking to you?"
A disdainful arc passed over An Nan’s lips, she didn’t even want to acknowledge her.
Her manners, what did they have to do with her? Her gaze remained fixed on An Liyang’s face, as if trying to see through his skin, through to his heart.
An Nan’s silence and cold deanor didn’t an others could watch silently. Lan Yiqing spoke up at the right mont: "Miss, it’s not impossible for you to want my daughter-in-law to call you sister-in-law, but wait until you really marry this gentleman. It’s not too late to say such things. After all, ti is long, we never know what will happen tomorrow, nor do we know if this gentleman will still marry you in the future?"
"Are you cursing ?" Gao Yuwen glared at Lan Yiqing with a hideous expression.
The latter’s face remained unmoved: "I’m just stating facts. If Miss is unhappy with what I’m saying, I can apologize. But if you can’t even listen to the facts, I truly doubt Miss’s breadth of mind, how narrow it is."
"You..." Gao Yuwen was just about to throw a fit when a calm male voice interrupted her: "That’s enough, shut up."
"Li Yan." Gao Yuwen’s voice held a hint of displeasure.
The forr didn’t even acknowledge her, his gaze fell on Lan Yiqing’s face, and he spoke slowly: "Mrs. Lin, thank you for taking care of my sister."
One doesn’t hit a smiling face, and Lan Yiqing’s mouth ford a similarly appropriate arc: "Mr. An, you’re joking. Nannan is my daughter-in-law. Caring for her is sothing I’m more than willing to do, so you don’t need to say such things in the future." Such obvious protection, how could others not hear it?
An Liyang was no different, he nodded slightly, agreeing with her words. When his gaze returned to An Nan, a slight ripple rose in his heart. This indifferent gaze was familiar to him, but how could she look at him with such eyes?
As if looking at a stranger.
An Nan probably hadn’t even noticed the change in her own gaze, nor that her voice had beco extrely cold, causing a wrenching pain: "This gentleman is joking. How could I be your sister? My brother An Liyang’s taste wouldn’t fall for a woman like this."
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