The old man, who had been forced to listen to the song "Good Luck Comes" on loop the entire ride, had a completely numb expression by the time they reached the doorstep.
The butler hurried out to greet him and nearly didn’t recognize the old man when he saw him dismounting from a bicycle.
"Uh, sir… how did you—?" Before the butler could finish, Old Man Lian waved his hand, and the butler promptly shut his mouth.
Meanwhile, An Xiaowei bounced over from behind.
"Hi there! I’m An Xiaowei, and I’m looking for my long-lost grandfather. Do you happen to know him?"
The butler was still processing this when An Xiaowei grabbed his sleeve, tears streaming down her face.
"I remember it was winter… My dad—he died so tragically, as tragic as Dou E, but he totally deserved it. After he died, my mom set off firecrackers in the village for a whole week…" She sniffled dramatically.
Of course, everything she was saying was complete nonsense.
Butler: "…"
Does this girl have some kind of social audacity syndrome?
Still, since she was the one who brought the old man back, the butler didn’t dare say much.
Meanwhile, the old man frowned at the girl before him.
"You said your surname is An?"
An Xiaowei sighed internally. Thank goodness An Wan used a stage name—otherwise, none of this would make sense. How could the powerful An family have taken so long to find their two granddaughters?
Though, honestly, it still didn’t make much sense.
Plot hole.
All for the sake of the male lead’s needs.
"Yeah, my dad’s name was An Hui." It was kind of embarrassing to admit. An Hui had been under the old man’s strict control and was eventually disowned for his rebellious streak.
Otherwise, he never would’ve chosen to embezzle the family fortune and abandon his two daughters.
An Wan and An Xiaowei’s mother was a strong-willed businesswoman with plenty of assets, but An Hui liquidated everything and ran off.
By then, An Hui had already been cut off from the An family, so they had no idea what he’d done.
By the time they found out, An Wan and An Xiaowei were long gone—they’d changed everything except their surname.
And to this day, there’d been no trace of him.
When Old Man An heard An Hui’s name, his face didn’t turn green—instead, he snarled, "That bastard didn’t even take care of his own daughters!"
If his granddaughters hadn’t come looking for him, Old Man An was sure he’d never have met them in his lifetime.
Good thing he hadn’t gotten into that young man’s car earlier.
Now he’d picked up a granddaughter.
And she’d even ridden a bicycle to bring him home—what a filial child.
"Come on in, little girl. Let’s talk inside. By the way, are you alone? Where’s your sister?"
He asked cautiously.
After all these years, if the two girls had been sent to an orphanage, it was unlikely they’d have been adopted together.
They were probably separated.
An Xiaowei glanced around and pointed to the side. "Oh, she’s right there—hanging on the wall!"
Old Man An froze, then turned to look at the white wall—and nearly had a stroke.
"That little brat! Tell him to get out here! I get that he’s a fan, but hanging a poster in the reception room? Disgraceful—wait, this female celebrity, Zhao Keren… is my eldest granddaughter?"
He stopped mid-rant as realization dawned.
Zhao Keren was An Wan’s stage name. To protect her sister from fan harassment, An Wan had deliberately chosen a different surname.
But on her ID, she was still An Wan.
And her friends usually called her by her real name.
"Hey, Grandpa An, what’s up?" A lazy male voice came from the bedroom inside.
"I just put up a poster in your living room—seeing my goddess makes me happy. Anyway, my parents are almost done decorating my new place in the city, so I’ll be moving out soon."
He scratched his head, revealing his strikingly handsome face.
His starry eyes gleamed.
Dressed in a casual gray hoodie and black pants, he radiated youthful energy.
Not quite a puppy, not quite a wolf.
But!
He was ridiculously good-looking!
That alone put pockmarked Yan Chen to shame.
An Xiaowei immediately lost it, grabbing Lin Zixuan’s hand like a maniac.
"You like An Wan?" she asked.
Lin Zixuan blinked, staring at this random girl before nodding slowly.
"Yeah… why?"
"Brother-in-law! You’re my long-lost brother-in-law!" An Xiaowei practically sang the words.
A high-quality man—no, the cream of the crop, the fighter jet among men, the lobster in women’s eyes—she’d finally found someone who could outshine Yan Chen.
From the way he spoke, it was clear he wasn’t part of the An family, just staying here temporarily. But he was close to Old Man An.
Seeing his granddaughter at it again, Old Man An tugged at An Xiaowei’s sleeve.
"No way. I just got my granddaughter back—I’m not handing her over to this punk!"
But An Xiaowei wasn’t listening.
An Xiaowei: "Are you rich?"
Lin Zixuan was still dazed. "What counts as… rich?"
"Compared to the An family?"
Old Man An: "???"
Why compare to the An family?
This granddaughter hadn’t even officially returned to the family, and already she was siding with outsiders!
"The Lin and An families have been friends for generations, so… probably about the same?" Lin Zixuan scratched his head, confused but answering anyway.
"What do you do for a living?"
"Lawyer."
Fancy. She liked that.
"Do you own a place in Bifang City?"
"One’s being decorated right now—it’ll be ready soon."
"Do you game? How many national rankings? What role?"
"Five… jungle."
"Inches!" The moment An Xiaowei blurted that out, Lin Zixuan’s face turned bright red.
Was this topic going too far?
Old Man An lightly smacked her forehead in mock anger.
"Ahem, sweet granddaughter, stop interrogating him. I’m your grandpa—this brat isn’t worthy of An Wan anyway."
His tone was dripping with jealousy.
He’d just gotten his granddaughter back—he wasn’t about to let some guy swoop in and steal her away!
No one was good enough for his granddaughter.
Not even the Lin family’s punk.
"So, An Wan…" Lin Zixuan paused, turning to Old Man An. "Grandpa An, your surname is An too?"
Old Man An: "?"
Is this kid’s brain even functional?
Shaking his head, Old Man An told the butler to prepare a meal. He’d take Lin Zixuan and his granddaughter inside for a hot meal first.
As for why he believed An Xiaowei was really his granddaughter—she had the An family heirloom, a jade pendant.
Plus, she could roughly recount events from her childhood.
A DNA test would confirm it later, but that could wait.
But this girl…
Old Man An watched as An Xiaowei enthusiastically piled food onto Lin Zixuan’s plate.
"Here, brother-in-law, eat more. You’re too skinny—my sister likes abs."
"Do you like pork belly, brother-in-law? Eat well so you can have strong offspring."
"Brother-in-law…"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
