Chapter 1519 - 1534: That Infuriating Grin

Chapter 1519: Chapter 1534: That Infuriating Grin

"Mom, what do you mean by climbing the social ladder? Big Sis isn’t that kind of person," An Sicheng quietly countered Sun Xuehui’s belittling of An Ran.

"My silly son, who said he couldn’t be a rich man? Do you know who you’re calling brother-in-law? That’s Young Master Mu, one of the Five Young Masters of the Imperial, from the Mu Family, one of the four great families of the Imperial City, the youngest general in the Imperial City."

Speaking of this, Sun Xuehui almost ground her molars to pieces. If she had known his status earlier, she should have married Jiajia to him, if not possible, then at least get one free with another.

An Sicheng was startled. He didn’t know the specifics, but he had heard of the Five Young Masters of the Imperial, not to mention this was the most mysterious Second Young Master Mu.

"If brother-in-law is so amazing, we, as Sis’s family, should be happy about it," at least he was genuinely happy for his big sister.

"Happy? Happy about what?" Sun Xuehui looked exasperated, "That little wretch found a backer and just kicked our An Family aside, turned her back on us, and always puts obstacles in your sister’s way. If it weren’t for her, why would your sister have been forced to run away from home?

Your sister is our true family. To avoid burdening us, she left home; she has no money, no support, and no job. Who knows how she’s surviving now?"

Sun Xuehui spoke and then started crying.

An Youcai, annoyed by the noise, felt dizzy and nauseous. Enduring the pain, he opened his eyes, "What’s with the wailing?"

Sure enough, Sun Xuehui stopped crying.

The doctor had said An Youcai should avoid arrogance and irritability; otherwise, it was uncertain how long he could hold on.

Although she bore a grudge against An Youcai her entire life because of An Ran’s issues, thinking that he would soon die after being together for so many years, Sun Xuehui was still very sad.

The main point was, after he was gone, he’d be relieved, but leave them as a widow and child without Jiajia around and Chengcheng being so young, she had no clue about company matters. How could she handle the family on her own?

The sunset was dim, painting the sky a warm color as a Land Rover in the same hue as the sunset drove in from the Special Training Team gate, glowing golden in the sunset’s light.

Lin Junyang squinted against the glare of the car’s color, jumped down from the three-meter high wall, signaled Ding Liang to continue training the team members, then jogged towards the infirmary on one side of the training ground.

The gold-colored Land Rover drew a graceful arc in front of the infirmary, parking securely in a side parking spot.

Before anyone could get out of the car, Lin Junyang was already leaning against the rear car door, one hand in his pocket in a very dashing and handsome stance waiting for the person in the car.

If he could ignore the cold temperature of the car’s metal shell through his thin, sweat-soaked shirt, he thought his pose would be perfect... including his expression.

Jing Xiangyang stepped out of the car, looking at the man wearing just a shirt, a sweat-drenched shirt, leaning against his car, as if looking at an idiot. It was December, and he regretted getting out of the car so promptly. Had he stayed inside for another fifteen minutes, he doubted this guy could still maintain such an irritating smile.

No, he probably could. Perhaps that annoying smile might permanently stay on his face, even in death.

Jing Xiangyang ignored the fool behind him, wrapped his military coat tighter around himself, and headed straight into the medical office.

Lin Junyang wasn’t planning to let him off so easily, following closely behind. Only after the intimate contact with the car’s shell ended did his hand unconsciously move to soothe his cold back. He felt that his shirt had become stiff and hard.