Several minutes later.
An Ning got out of the car and walked into the An Family villa.
Some accounts really had to be settled.
As soon as she entered, she saw Zhou Shiran and An Jiancheng, who “dared to be angry but did not dare to speak,” and Xu Junjie, with a bandaged arm and a face full of guilt.
An Ning asked with a cold face, “Did Mr.
An ask me to come back for something?”
With eyes red from crying, Zhou Shiran approached An Ning, pleading tearfully, “An Ning, I admit we were wrong about what happened yesterday.
We shouldn’t have insisted on you donating blood without understanding the situation.
Xueqi was really too willful, and we didn’t expect her to tell such a huge lie just to get Junjie’s attention.”
“You didn’t know?
Zhou Shiran, don’t pretend to be innocent.
This whole thing was a plot hatched by you and your daughter to send me to my death, are you still trying to deny it?” An Ning pushed away the hand that reached for her.
“I truly didn’t,” Zhou Shiran’s tears kept falling, and she looked pleadingly at her husband.
“Jiancheng, say something, please, to calm An Ning down.”
An Jiancheng gently patted his wife’s back and said to An Ning in a patronizing tone, “An Ning, your auntie is an adult, why would she get involved in your and your sister’s affair?
You must not misunderstand your auntie.”
An Ning laughed bitterly with anger and asked accusingly, “I’m misunderstanding her?
Isn’t she the other woman?
Didn’t she deceive my mother’s kindness, pretend to share a close sisterly bond with my mother, and even get money from my mother to support her child?
Isn’t it true that you and she conspired to deceive me and my mother, making me donate blood to An Xueqi since I was little?”
“This was my idea, your auntie has nothing to do with it,” An Jiancheng took all the responsibility upon himself in one breath.
“Yes, it was all your idea, all the idea of you, the great father.
You and this woman have lied to me and Mom for so many years,” An Ning said sarcastically.
How foolish she and her mother had been in the past, to actually consider Zhou Shiran a kind aunt and An Xueqi a lovely little sister.
Years ago, when An Xueqi had lost too much blood and urgently needed A RH negative blood, at her father’s suggestion, her kind mother took her to the hospital to donate blood.
After that, Zhou Shiran treated her mother and her as benefactors, then told them how pathetic she was, raising a child on her own.
Back then, Zhou Shiran was just a minor actress in a troupe, with no fame, no popularity, and naturally, no money.
Feeling pity for them, her mother often visited them, giving money, food, and clothes.
Afterwards, Zhou Shiran became friends with her mother, and she and An Xueqi became friends as well.
Her mother even leveraged some of her grandfather’s connections to give Zhou Shiran the chance to act in some films and TV series, which eventually earned Zhou Shiran a certain position in the entertainment industry.
Detestable, to think it was all a trap.
An Xueqi was actually her father’s illegitimate daughter with that woman.
She and her mother had been played for fools by them, donating blood to An Xueqi for so many years in vain.
They even orchestrated a car accident to murder her mother.
Thankfully, her mother was lucky to have survived.
But the shock still drove her mother to madness!
An Ning clenched her fists tightly, her hatred for her father’s partiality reached a boiling point.
“Fine, let’s not talk about the blood for now.
Let’s talk about why, since this old mistress and her brat moved in, my backpack went missing, why I was kidnapped by a street thug?
Why did I become dizzy after drinking the milk your aunt gave me, unable to take my exams?
Why did An Xueqi tell me that Junjie was looking for me that night, and yet I ended up…
with a stranger…” An Ning couldn’t finish her sentence, just looked at Xu Junjie with silent resentment.