Chapter 570: Chapter 569: High White Balloon 5_1 Chapter 570: Chapter 569: High White Balloon 5_1 “I came to see you today just to ask one thing,” Qiao Xiaren went straight to the point. “I hope you can answer me honestly, as I have every right to know the truth.”
“Just ask, whatever I know, I will tell you honestly,” An Yuqian reached out to grab Qiao Xiaren’s hand, “But before that, I want to say something to you.”
As the words rolled off her tongue, Qiao Xiaren subconsciously furrowed her brows and carefully withdrew her hand. “Alright, you go first.”
“Last time at the fashion gala, you came with Si. You and him…what’s going on?” An Yuqian cautiously asked, “What’s the nature of your relationship with him?”
“My relationship with him?” Qiao Xiaren looked playfully at the woman in front of her, “Madam Lan, it seems unnecessary for me to report to you about the nature of my relationship with him, isn’t it?”
An Yuqian seemed anxious and grabbed her hand again, “Xiaren, why don’t you come back to the Lan Family with me? He and I will take good care of you. As a Lan family member, you would be treated like a princess. You won’t have to suffer in the entertainment industry anymore. The Qiao Family never made your identity public, you should know very well the reasoning behind it. I know I’m not qualified to act as your mother, but I promise to make it up to you and Yi’an!”
Seeing Madam Lan, who was usually gentle and composed, suddenly becoming so agitated, Qiao Xiaren’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, but she couldn’t pull her hand away from this woman.
The reasons for her grandparents’ decision to keep her identity a secret, Qiao Xiaren understood better than anyone. But An Yuqian and other insiders didn’t, mistakenly thinking the Qiao Family didn’t care about her.
Even if the Qiao Family was at fault, she, Qiao Xiaren could forge her own path, she didn’t need anyone’s help. Becoming a wealthy heiress or whatever, she wasn’t interested!
But more importantly, why was she so concerned about her relationship with Si Limo?
“Xiaren, don’t get involved with Si. I can introduce you to better men, trust me.” Seeing An Yuqian’s frowning face, Qiao Xiaren chuckled, “Why can’t I be with him? We’re both single, and if we’re in love, why shouldn’t we be together?”
An Yuqian gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: “Xiaren, I’m saying this for your own good. You just need to follow my advice and not get involved with him.”
“I didn’t come here to listen to all this. I just want to ask you one thing, is my dad’s death related to you in any way?” As soon as Qiao Xiaren asked this, she noticed An Yuqian’s face suddenly pale, her lips trembling, and her eyes avoiding hers.
It was apparent that An Yuqian didn’t want to talk about it.
Ever since their recognition of each other, Qiao Xiaren had also asked about her father.
The black and white framed photo of a handsome young man, forever frozen at the age of twenty-something. When her grandfather had her enter to light a stick of incense, he only sighed deeply at her questions about her father.
When she asked her aunt, it was met with bitter hatred.
Her father’s death seemed to be a wound to the entire Qiao Family, an unmentionable event in their history.
Like an unbroken secret.
But Qiao Xiaren, from the words written by An Yuqian on the side of an old photo when she was young, had guessed almost the whole truth. And now seeing An Yuqian’s demeanor, she felt confident that her intuition almost perfectly matched the reality.
Her father loved the woman in front of her and most likely died because of her.