What a pity, just as he said, heaven is fair. It gives you sothing others don’t have, which ans you also have to go through pain that ordinary people cannot bear.
An Yu softly murmured, "But, if I have to choose between wealth and my mother, I would rather not have wealth." He also didn’t want to be ridiculed as a poor creature without a mother.
"Is that really what you think?" An Bingfeng asked.
An Yu nodded without a trace of hesitation.
"Alright." An Bingfeng smiled, "Since you don’t want wealth, then stay here, but you must understand, from now on, you are no longer the young master of the Pri Minister Residence, and the Pri Minister Residence will no longer provide you with any help!"
As soon as An Bingfeng finished speaking, a thud was heard from inside.
Turning around, he saw Mrs. Yan standing at the doorway, having heard all of their conversation.
At this mont, unable to bear the blow, she collapsed to the ground, her face filled with despair.
An Bingfeng’s eyes showed a fleeting emotion, but ultimately he returned to calmness.
"Let’s go." An Bingfeng gestured to Mu Yi beside him, then lifted his foot and walked out first.
"Do you... really hate that much?" If so, why did you approach initially?
An Bingfeng’s voice remained indifferent, "I thought you understood from the beginning that what exists between us is only a relationship of interests. You needed a family to provide shelter, and I needed a son."
These words were said long ago, but at the ti, Mrs. Yan only thought he was joking.
Or maybe, deep down, she actually knew but refused to accept it, deceiving herself instead.
"But I thought that having a child would change your mind..."
Mrs. Yan murmured, but unfortunately, An Bingfeng could no longer hear her.
Watching his steps remain unwavering, as ruthless as ever, Mrs. Yan finally understood why An Ning desperately tried to stop her from the start.
Because, even a child could see more clearly than she could, all she did was a moth rushing into a fla in vain.
However, unfortunately, the fla had already touched her, and even if she wanted to turn back, she couldn’t find the road anymore.
An Yu was also extrely upset, walking to Mrs. Yan’s side to help her up, "Mother, don’t be sad, even if he doesn’t want you, you still have . I want you."
An Ning watched this scene and truly felt it was quite pitiful.
Until now, An Yu still didn’t know what Mrs. Yan really wanted.
She didn’t want wealth; she wanted a chance to stay by An Bingfeng’s side.
Moreover, even the wealth, An Yu might not be able to give her.
Even as a young genius, half of his glory ca from his own efforts, while the other half ca from being the young master of the Pri Minister Residence.
There are countless talented people in the world; without this identity, he may not be much better than others.
Inside the carriage, An Bingfeng sat upright, while Mu Yi hesitated, "Sir, have you really decided not to bring the young master back to the capital city?"
By tomorrow morning, they are to depart. If they don’t bring the young master back now, they might not have ti tomorrow.
And this place is a thousand miles away from the capital city, returning to pick him up later would cause further delay.
An Bingfeng, with a cold face and an even colder voice, responded, "He insisted on staying behind. Even if we forcefully take him away, he would still co back eventually."
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