Sensing that sothing was off, An Qianxun pressed the doorbell again, but the hallway remained eerily silent. Other than the sound of his own breathing, there was no other noise.
His brows furrowed as an unsettling thought crossed his mind.
Could it be… my sister isn’t ho?
With that in mind, he stopped pressing the doorbell and instead started knocking on the security door, calling out as he did.
"Sis, are you ho? If you’re in there, open the door!"
But it was all in vain. Since the apartnt was empty, no matter how much he knocked, no one was going to answer.
Eventually, he realized this and his expression grew serious. He took out his phone and dialed his sister’s number again.
It rang for a long ti before finally being answered. The mont the call connected, An Qianxun asked anxiously,
"Where are you? You’re not ho?"
[I’m not ho right now…]
"Then why didn’t you say so earlier?"
Hearing his suspicion confird, An Qianxun let out a small breath of relief, his tone relaxing as he continued.
"Give the address. I’ll co find you."
After saying that, he listened as his sister gave him an address. When he heard it, he found it strange.
Why would she be at a restaurant at this ti of day?
Though puzzled, his priority was finding An Yuanyao. With that in mind, he left the apartnt building and set off.
—
anwhile, An Yuanyao, after hanging up the call, still seed uneasy. She clutched her phone, watching Liu Changqing clean up the table.
Seeing how calm he was, her anxiety gradually faded. She instinctively relied on him, treating him as her rock.
After a brief mont of contemplation, she sat down and watched as Liu Changqing finished tidying up.
Liu Changqing wiped his hands with a napkin and sighed.
"A sha I can’t finish your cooking."
Pushing the lunchbox aside, he looked at An Yuanyao and reassured her.
"Don’t worry too much. This was bound to happen sooner or later. If we can’t even handle sothing like this, don’t you think that’s a bit ridiculous?"
"It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have lied in the first place…"
Blaming herself, An Yuanyao regretted making up that lie back when she was at ho. If she hadn’t been so impulsive, she wouldn’t be in this situation now.
Hearing this, Liu Changqing chuckled and said,
"Sotis, I really wonder if you’re actually this naïve. Did you really think you could fool your father with so random made-up na?"
"But… he didn’t say anything after hearing it…"
"It’s like Xiazhi lying to . Do you think I’d expose her on the spot? It’s the sa with your father—he probably knew from the start that ‘Liu Changqing’ never existed."
"No way…"
"But you thought you had fooled him—that’s the impossible part. Think about it… do you really think your father wouldn’t investigate at all? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he already knows we’re living together."
"Then… could it be that my dad sent Qianxun here to bring back?"
Hearing herself say this out loud, An Yuanyao’s expression darkened with worry again.
In her mind, her father had always been a strict and imposing figure. She had feared him since childhood.
Just imagining him forcibly separating her from Liu Changqing made her nervous all over again.
Her fingers absentmindedly tapped against her phone—a habit of hers when she was anxious.
Liu Changqing noticed.
He stood up, walked over to her, and gently patted her shoulder.
Feeling his touch, An Yuanyao lifted her head to look at him.
Liu Changqing smiled reassuringly.
"Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone take you away."
—
The air in the room was thick with tension.
At least, that’s how it felt to An Yuanyao.
By the ti they arrived at the private dining room, her brother had already reached the restaurant.
As soon as the door was pushed open, An Qianxun entered, calling out his sister’s na—only to suddenly halt when he saw the man sitting beside her.
His expression shifted instantly, and his gaze turned sharp.
His eyes locked onto Liu Changqing, sizing him up from head to toe.
Hmm… decent-looking, but not as good as .
However…
The mont An Qianxun thought about this man—Liu Changqing, Li Wanran’s ex-husband—a wave of irritation surged in his heart.
And at the sa ti, confusion.
Why was his sister involved with Li Wanran’s ex-husband?
If he had known back at ho that his sister was so desperate to return just to et this guy, he would have been the first to stop her—just like their parents had tried to.
But there was no "what if."
What was done was done. Now, he could only deal with it.
Back ho, their family’s attitude toward Liu Changqing was still neutral. Their father hadn’t expressed strong opinions—he had simply sent An Qianxun to check things out and ask so questions.
But An Qianxun didn’t see it that way.
His sister was a great woman—beautiful, kind, but terrible at choosing n.
As her brother, he couldn’t let her get deceived again.
So, he decided—he was going to teach Liu Changqing a lesson.
With a cold scoff, he stepped forward.
Seeing An Qianxun enter, Liu Changqing stood up first, smiling politely.
"Hello, I’ve heard a lot about you from Yuanyao."
"No need to act friendly with ."
An Qianxun sat down, leaning back against the chair. His rebellious high school energy radiated off of him, making him look like a delinquent.
He crossed his arms, eyes filled with arrogance as he looked at Liu Changqing with disdain.
"You’re just another guy after my sister’s looks. I’ve seen plenty like you before. Don’t think you can fool my sister with a few sweet words and get away with it."
His tone suddenly dropped, his expression turning deadly serious.
"I’m telling you now—you won’t get away with it."
"Qianxun! What are you saying?!"
Shocked by her brother’s harsh words, An Yuanyao panicked.
She quickly turned to look at Liu Changqing, then back at her brother, her tone filled with anger.
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