But it wasn’t until Yan Shi pointed out his inner thoughts that he suddenly realized he was so despicable, having developed such forbidden feelings for his nominal sister.
But so thoughts, once they arise, are like a flood, a beast that devours people, and cannot be stopped...
At this ti, Sikong Wuyou, already prepared, also began his journey.
The soul residing in Erlaizi’s body now is An Ning’s biological father, and he knows this in his heart. Therefore, he would never treat this recognition of family lightly.
At the inn, Mu Yi rushed over to report, "Sir, we just received news that the young lady is going to recognize a godparent today!"
An Bingfeng was montarily stunned, "Recognize a godparent? Who?"
Mu Yi: "The one collaborating with the young lady in the farming business..."
"That scoundrel?" He had long since investigated An Dafu’s past as Erlaizi thoroughly.
"Exactly," Mu Yi replied.
An Bingfeng tugged lightly at the corners of his mouth, "Let her recognize if she wants to."
For the sake of that blood relationship, he would protect her in the future, but that was all.
He would never be able to give him the fatherly love he should have. Since that’s the case, it’s better to let soone else provide it!
"Sir..." Mu Yi frowned.
His main intention in saying this was to get the esteed gentleman to stop it.
The young lady is of his bloodline, no matter where she was raised, she cannot casually recognize a well-known scoundrel like Erlaizi as her father?
Yet, unexpectedly, the lord’s response was so indifferent.
"Since she wants to recognize a godparent, prepare a generous gift on my behalf and send it!" At this mont, it was inconvenient for him to make an appearance.
An Bingfeng also knew how unwelco he actually was. If he showed up, it would probably just spoil the occasion.
"Yes." Mu Yi, helpless, could only comply with the order.
Mu Yi turned around, and just as he stepped out, he heard An Bingfeng speak again, though this ti with a hint of hesitation, "Wait a mont..."
Mu Yi: "Does sir have any further instructions?"
A long while passed without a word from An Bingfeng, and he remained silent...
The joy in a poor family is unlike the splendor and extravagant gifts of a wealthy one.
The gifts from guests, at best, were a few copper coins and a piece of cloth. So even brought produce from their own fields or handmade items.
Sikong Wuyou ca today, bringing only Bai Su along.
As soon as he entered, he caught everyone’s attention.
"Er... Er... There’s a white-clad gentleman outside who looks like an immortal; you should go see..." a big-mouthed woman shouted from beyond the door.
The courtyard was small, and the distance from the house to the door was short, so everyone in the courtyard heard her.
Simultaneously, Bai Su couldn’t help but chuckle.
Walking in front of him, Sikong Wuyou’s face instantly beca darker.
The white-clad gentleman who looked like an immortal, who else could it be in this courtyard other than him, clad in white, outshining the snow?
Who else could she be referring to?
However, at this mont, he had to maintain a smiling expression.
Upon eting the parents for the first ti, one must not get angry; anger would ruin everything.
Inside, An Dafu was also taken aback.
Even An Ning couldn’t help but laugh.
Sikong Wuyou was indeed a real man. Being described this way, who knows what he’s feeling at this mont.
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