If the family suddenly has twenty million, would An Youcai not be suspicious? After all, she still held out hope for her adoptive father.
An Youcai’s face turned pale upon hearing this but did not hide anything, "Your mother said since you’ve found a wealthy family, you surely wouldn’t suffer at the An Family anymore. In fact, I also feel that throughout these years, we’ve wronged you."
How could An Youcai not see Sun Xuehui’s attitude toward An Ran? So, when Sun Xuehui said An Ran had found a wealthy family and severed ties with them, he surprisingly felt a bit relieved, thinking it might be for the best.
"Heh, found a wealthy family," An Ran sneered, "Dad, knowing Mom as you do, if I had really found a wealthy family, would she allow me to sever the adoption agreement?"
An Youcai’s stirring of his coffee halted. After all, they’d been married for over twenty years; how could he not know Sun Xuehui’s temperament?
Back when An Ran was dating the eldest young master of the Ye Family, Sun Xuehui mentioned to him more than once how their company would benefit and she would take advantage of having such a son-in-law.
If An Ran truly had found a wealthy family, Sun Xuehui would likely have bragged about it long ago. There’s no way she would have kept it hidden until she couldn’t anymore.
"So, you haven’t severed ties with the An Family?"
Was it a trick of the light? When An Youcai said this, An Ran saw a flicker of joy in his eyes.
An Ran lowered her eyes, hiding her bitterness, "The adoption ties have indeed been severed. Thank you, Dad, for raising me these past ten years. As for how the ties were severed, there should be an extra twenty million in the family account. Didn’t you notice?"
There was a clatter as An Youcai spilled his coffee, "You mean... your mother... sold you? For twenty million?"
An Youcai trembled as he spoke, never imagining that Sun Xuehui would sell An Ran.
No wonder, no wonder Sun Xuehui had been so extravagant lately, wearing all designer brands, and even bought a more luxurious apartment in Pingxi for An Sicheng’s future marriage home.
She had told him it was from stock investments, but it turned out to be money from selling her daughter.
An Youcai clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on his forehead.
An Ran had never seen An Youcai . Although he was furious, a warm feeling surged in her heart. So, there was still someone in the family who cared about her, wasn’t there?
An Ran reached out and gently covered An Youcai’s fist with her hand, "Dad, don’t be angry. I did this willingly. Let me be unfilial and say that I’ve had enough of that home." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
Holding back tears, An Youcai raised his head, "Ran, are you resenting Dad? Don’t worry, Dad will get justice for you. I was the one who adopted you, I can’t let others push you around. As for that money, even if I have to sell everything, I’ll repay it."
An Youcai had never hated himself so much. He had been weak all his life, just wanting peace at home, turning a blind eye to Sun Xuehui’s mistreatment of An Ran. After all, she wasn’t their biological daughter, and he never expected Sun Xuehui to treat An Ran like she did An Sijia.
But he never imagined she would sell An Ran behind his back. Even when Sun Xuehui had suggested marrying An Ran to that frivolous eldest young master of the Chen Family, he hadn’t been this furious.
An Youcai stood up resolutely. This time, even if Sun Xuehui asked for a divorce, he would take An Ran back into his care.