To avoid a long night with many dreams that could breed further trouble.
He was already on the verge of losing patience, truly wanting to marry An Hao as soon as possible so he could cherish her and quickly take her away from that suffocating, depressing environment at her home.
"Alright, then your mother and I will go to the An Family tomorrow to propose," declared Qin Ru Hai, slapping the table to set the date.
"No need, Dad. I should go for the proposal myself," Qin Jian said, believing that he needed to handle the matter personally to fully control the direction of events.
"Go for the proposal yourself? I’ve never heard of anyone doing that! Are you afraid that your mother and I will lose your future wife for you?" Li Junping was displeased with her son’s suggestion.
"Mom, let me handle this. It’s settled," he insisted.
The An Family was in an uproar that night.
An Hao had specifically requested the police to bring Bai Xue back, just as An Shuchao was anxiously waiting for their return in the courtyard, leaning on his crutches.
Someone had come by and told him about the commotion at An Hao’s house that day.
They even scolded him, saying that as a father, he knew nothing about the big trouble at home and looked on indifferently as his own daughter suffered.
After hearing about the incident, An Shuchao was overwhelmed with emotion. It seemed true that his daughter no longer confided in him about anything.
Especially since she moved out last time, she hardly came back without a reason.
Even when she did return, it was always a brief glance before she left. What saddened him more was that his daughter no longer took money from him.
She was completely self-sufficient.
When the police brought Bai Xue back, they briefly explained the situation.
In essence, Bai Xue had conspired with Witch Liu to stage a possession act, all to sabotage someone’s good fortune.
After the police left, An Shuchao’s expression darkened. Sitting on the kang in the north room, he looked at Bai Xue standing at the doorway, her head bowed and silently, and said, "Xue, when people told me about this, I couldn’t believe you would do such a thing. Can you really not stand An Hao that much? I’ve put up with all your antics and let you have your way. But to exploit An Hao’s deceased mother for your scheme ..."
Seeing the veins pulsing on An Shuchao’s forehead, Bai Xue knew he was very angry and quickly admitted her fault: "I’m sorry, Old An, I did wrong with this matter, I’ve wronged An Hao and her mother. Don’t be angry, I promise there won’t be a next time."
"I heard that for Yanjiao’s sake, you even tried to break up An Hao and Qin Jian’s engagement. Bai Xue, since you married into our family, have I ever mistreated my son or daughter, or even you? Is this how you treat my daughter!" An Shuchao took a deep breath, "Bai Xue, tell me, what should be done about this?"
"Old An, whatever you say should be done, I’ll do it! I truly realize my mistake this time. I’m a mother too; you should understand my feelings as a mother..."
An Hao looked on coldly at the scene before her, not believing that her father could make any decisive decisions today.
It was An Ping, however, who made a sharp retort this time: "Enough, a leopard cannot change its spots. I don’t believe Bai Xue can change, and I don’t believe dad, that you will make any significant decisions here."
An Shuchao felt deeply ashamed by his son’s words. Even his son saw through his avoidance and timidity—what a failure he had been as a father!