Forget it, forget it.
Let it be like this! Just assu that Jiayou’s father died many years ago, and the man in front of us is rely a lookalike.
Yet, in the next mont, the appearance of certain people and the developnt of certain events ultimately prevented this matter from being resolved smoothly.
As An Nan and Lan Yiqing were about to turn away, the appearance of a figure made everyone involuntarily halt.
"Jiayou..." An Nan’s voice calling the other was full of worry, simultaneously realizing with frustration how she had forgotten this child.
However, her call did not elicit any extra attention from the other person. An Jiayou’s calm gaze remained fixed on the tall man in front of him, and the sharpness in his eyes made it hard to believe he was just a twelve-year-old child.
"You are An Liyang." Jiayou had longed countless tis in his heart for this man’s appearance, but upon actually eting, he felt the distance between dreams and reality was vast.
Although this person stood right in front of him, there was not the slightest excitent in his heart. All he could think about was the man’s indifference toward his mom, which was unacceptable to him. Having been together with his mother for many years, naturally, he understood An Nan’s thoughts better than anyone else. Now, with everything crumbling, it was such a heavy blow, especially with his mother pregnant. How could he act like this?
At this mont, An Jiayou could no longer use words to express his feelings, only knowing that they were full of anger.
Not waiting for a response, he continued to speak: "What did An Nan do wrong?"
"Why must you treat her like this, or rather, what gives you the right to treat her this way?"
Facing the series of accusations, An Liyang’s eyes, slightly excited, landed on the child in front of him. However, he couldn’t utter a single word.
After the barrage of scolding, An Jiayou returned to An Nan’s side. As their steadfast gazes t, he spoke firmly to everyone: "If you’re unwilling to believe in the past, then now you can believe it—An Liyang truly does not exist anymore, you have to believe he really is my father and wouldn’t treat you like this."
"Jiayou..." An Nan looked at him, astonished.
Without saying anything, he rely resolutely held her hand: "Grandma, Jiayou, let’s go."
"Alright." Lan Yiqing agreed without a doubt, and more importantly, she didn’t know what else to say.
Just as the three were leaving, An Jiayou’s shoulder was grabbed by soone: "You are called Jiayou, An Jiayou."
For years, An Liyang’s heart only experienced unusual fluctuations upon seeing An Nan on that day and now seeing this child, even to the point of being difficult to control.
An Jiayou’s grip on An Nan’s hand instantly stiffened, then slowly relaxed, leaving without looking back.
Behind him were a pair of restrained dark eyes.
After An Nan and the three disappeared from view, Gao Yuwen imdiately expressed her dissatisfaction to the man beside her, exclaiming: "Liyang, look at that woman and her son. You’re her brother, and I’m her future sister-in-law. She was so disrespectful, not greeting or you. What is this? She really..."
"Shut up." Gao Yuwen’s words were abruptly interrupted by a stern reprimand before she could finish.
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