Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"Not for sale."

Mu Fucheng took a sip of tea, his eyes as deep as a pool:

"There's no reason to take back what I've given away. If you don't want it, just donate it."

An Nansheng: “…”

This is her grandfather's ancestral home, how can it be donated?

This person clearly did this on purpose.

If it were someone else, An Nansheng would have lost her temper long ago, but the person in front of her was Mu Fucheng, so she couldn't lose her temper.

"Uncle, you're putting me in a difficult position." An Nansheng didn't dare look him in the eye. "I won't be able to explain this to my mother when I get home. We can't accept such an expensive gift from you. It's not appropriate."

She didn't dare to speak too bluntly, her heart was pounding.

"Why is it inappropriate?" Mu Fucheng stared at her closely, pressing forward step by step.

An Nansheng gritted his teeth secretly.

She finally realized that there was no other reason, this person was just targeting her.

After years of working in the business world, An Nansheng had already developed a thick skin, but when Mu Fucheng stared at her so directly, she still blushed cowardly.

An Nansheng secretly pinched his leg and forced himself to muster up the courage to face the man head-on.

"Uncle." She stood up, picked up the teapot, and put on an even brighter smile, determined to play dumb to the end. "We all know you're wealthy, and buying a house is as easy as buying vegetables. But for us, two billion is no small sum. We don't owe it to others. We don't have a capable man in the An family, and the women in the house are timid. We really don't dare to accept your gift."

A smile appeared in Mu Fucheng's eyes.

This girl almost said openly that he was relying on his wealth to oppress a family of orphans and a widow.

An Nansheng refilled their tea and continued:

"You gave our family such a valuable gift. Outsiders don't understand the relationship between our two families. It would be bad if they misunderstood that you had some ulterior motive against our family. It would be even worse if my aunt misunderstood."

Mu Fucheng's pupils darkened: "Little aunt?"

An Nansheng: "That's your girlfriend. I'm waiting to meet her."

Mu Fucheng: "..."

This was because she was afraid that he couldn't see her rejection, so she almost used up her lifelong acting skills.

The meaning of these two paragraphs can be simply stated as follows: It is useless to give away a 2 billion yuan ancestral home. The other person does not have that kind of interest in you. Give up the idea as soon as possible, otherwise it would be bullying.

Very good, well-reasoned, well-consulted, and even a little threatening.

Mu Fucheng had not originally expected that he could win over An Nansheng with just a house. This house was just a way to test the waters and express his feelings, so that this girl wouldn't keep calling him "your" all day long and treating him as an elder.

In short, his goal was achieved.

From the way she pretended to be stupid, it was clear that she just didn't accept his feelings and didn't hate him because of it.

Otherwise, given her temper, she would probably just throw the thing in his face without saying a single word.

In that case, we can only take it slow.

Mu Fucheng didn't dare to push him too hard, so he pushed the information bag on the stone table over to him:

"Take it. Consider it my repayment for your father's favor."

An Nansheng was stunned: "My dad? Uncle, are you very familiar with my dad?"

Mu Fucheng took a sip of tea:

"Not familiar with him, but I owe him a favor."

An Nansheng was full of questions. Mu Fucheng actually owed her father a favor, but she had never heard her family mention it.

Could it be that this person just found an excuse to deceive himself?

Seeing that she obviously didn't believe it, Mu Fucheng continued:

"Some things are hard to explain to you in detail. Perhaps you'll understand when the time comes. Why, you don't believe it?"

After the other party said this, An Nansheng didn't know what to say.

But even if you're repaying a favor, that's not the way to do it.

"But little uncle..."

“If you don’t want it, donate it.”

An Nansheng: “…”