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Chapter 4 Aunt's Dilemma

The lingering sound of the train whistle still seemed to echo in her ears; Anmin's exhaustion had reached its peak.

The two weeks of travel had left her looking haggard; all she wanted was to take a hot shower and get a good night's sleep.

But he never expected to be blocked at the door by Wei Hong and Wei Ling, who wouldn't let him in.

The girl in the lead was a bit older, around eighteen or nineteen years old, with two thick, stiff braids and slightly high cheekbones.

His gaze swept over An Min's old but clearly high-quality wool coat and the suitcase in her hand like a knife.

Her eyes darted around, and her voice became shrill and harsh: "Mom, are you out of your mind? You actually brought her back? What did Dad say before he left this morning? Do you want to get our whole family killed?"

This must be her cousin, Wei Hong, who is a snob.

The younger girl next to her, about fifteen or sixteen years old, is my second cousin, Wei Ling.

She wasn't as impulsive as her sister, but the rejection and wariness in her eyes were undisguised, and she chimed in with a pursed lip.

“That’s right, Mom. Look at her outfit and her suitcase. How is she any different from us? If the neighbors see her like this, they’ll gossip about her.”

"What will happen to Dad's job? What about my sister's and my future?"

Qin Shulan's face flushed instantly, both angry and anxious: "Honghong! Lingling! What nonsense are you talking about? This is your own cousin, and her mother is my own sister."

“Now that something has happened to her family… her family is in trouble, and a young woman has traveled a long way to seek refuge with them. How can we just ignore her?”

She tried to pull Anmin in, but her two daughters remained unmoved, like door gods.

"My cousin?"

Wei Hong scoffed, raising her voice even higher.

"Her surname is An, and she's from Haicheng. She's different from us, Mom, wake up! What time is it now? Where have you been listening to all those daily propaganda speeches?"

"My dad finally managed to establish himself in the construction department. He's a junior cadre who's eager to advance. Do you want to drag him down with you and make him lose his job too?"

She pointed at Anmin's nose, spitting almost onto Anmin's face: "There are plenty of farms and forest farms in the Northwest, where can't you 'accept reform'? What's the point of staying at our house?"

Anmin listened quietly, her face expressionless.

Only the fingers gripping the suitcase handle turned slightly white from the force.

The exhaustion from the long journey and the humiliation of the moment enveloped her like a cold tide.

But deep down, she felt strangely calm.

As she expected, things turned out even worse.

She chose the Northwest after her rebirth because it was the only place where her mother might still have some affection for her.

But on the way here, Anmin had thought that this family bond seemed fragile and vulnerable in the face of the tides of the times and the realities of life.

Qin Shulan was speechless, her face turning pale and her lips trembling. She glanced at her daughters, who had cold expressions on their faces.

Turning her head to look at her niece, who was travel-worn and exhausted but still trying to stand up straight, she felt a pang of distress that almost tore her apart.

She opened her mouth, wanting to scold her daughter, but Wei Hong's words were like cold needles, piercing the place she feared most.

Her husband Wei Yaozong's future and the stability of this family are the only things that give her peace of mind now.

"Honghong, you...you should say less."

Qin Shulan's voice was choked with suppressed sobs, but even more so with helplessness: "Minmin, come inside and rest your feet..."

"no!"

Wei Hong and Wei Ling blocked the door in unison, still refusing to give in.

Wei Ling even pushed An Min, saying, "If you're going in, throw the things she brought from Haicheng outside! Who knows if there's anything hidden inside?"

Just then, footsteps and a man's low cough came from behind.

Qin Shulan's expression changed; her husband, Wei Yaozong, had returned.

Wei Yaozong is a middle-aged man in his forties.

He was not tall but sturdy, with dark and rough skin, the kind of person who worked on construction sites all year round.

Seeing the stalemate at the door, his brows immediately furrowed. Then, his sharp gaze swept over An Min, filled with scrutiny and undisguised rejection.

"What are you doing blocking the doorway?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried the authority of the head of the family.

Wei Hong immediately complained, "Dad! Look at Mom! She insists on bringing her back! We can't stop her!"

Wei Ling quickly added, "That's right, Dad. You said we can't get involved with this rich girl from Haicheng."

Wei Yaozong ignored his daughter, his gaze fixed heavily on Qin Shulan, questioning, "Shulan, what's going on? Didn't I tell you..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Qin Shulan's tears finally fell, and she murmured, "Old Wei... Minmin... she really has nowhere to go, she..."

"Nowhere to go?"

Wei Yaozong interrupted her, his voice suddenly becoming stern.

"Just because we have nowhere else to go, does that mean we should jump into a fire pit? Shulan, wake up! Who is she?"

"Don't you know what's going on in Haishi right now?"

A dragon begets a dragon, a phoenix begets a phoenix, and a mouse's son can make holes.

The mark of Miss Anmin can never be washed away for a lifetime.

When Wei Yaozong first received the letter, he was unhappy, but Qin Shulan never mentioned it again, so he assumed she had given up on the idea.

Who would have thought that when he left home in the morning, he heard Qin Shulan say that she was going to pick someone up at the train station.

Wei Yaozong snorted coldly, bent down and patted the dirt off his body: "I've worked hard for more than ten years and finally made it to the position of a small section chief in the construction department. My whole family depends on this salary and this face to live on."

“If you think our life is too good now, I don’t care. It’s just a matter of jeopardizing the future of the whole family.”

Wei Yaozong stopped there, but his attitude was clear.

His family's temple is too small to accommodate this 'young lady'.

Qin Shulan trembled at his words, covering her face and sobbing, "She's my own niece... her mother... my sister's last remaining bloodline... what am I supposed to do, Lao Wei..."

"Your own niece?"

Wei Yaozong sneered and looked An Min up and down.

"You can't even take care of your own parents, how can you possibly care about your niece? Don't you ever think about your own daughter?"

He spoke in a deep voice, yet with an even deeper chill, saying to Qin Shulan, word by word, "I'm saying this one last time, let her go!"

"If you don't leave, you'll be reported."

The word "report" was like two cold daggers, piercing deeply into An Min's heart as she tried to hold her breath.

Her aunt's cries and weakness, and her uncle's cold-blooded accusations, struck her like a heavy hammer.

Anmin's body instantly stiffened and turned cold, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Memories of his past life and images of being tortured to death flooded his mind instantly.

She knew what the consequences would be if she were reported.

Fear coiled around me like a cold, venomous snake.

She sighed. Sure enough, in this world, no one can be relied on except oneself.

Even blood relatives can so easily choose to sacrifice her when their own safety is at stake.

However, she couldn't blame her aunt; everyone has their own difficulties.

Does she expect her aunt to abandon her own family for her sake?

Then what kind of person did Anmin become? She really became the troublemaker her two cousins ​​were talking about.

People have pride, trees have bark, but Anmin isn't that shameless.

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