After being reborn as a passerby, the fake daughter only wants to play badly

Fu Ying hugged Shen Anran tightly and grinned, "Really? You are all in my eyes, how can I not be happy?"

Shen Anran tapped Fu Ying's forehead gently and said, "Don't be so joking. Tell me, what happened?"

"Xiao An'an, I miss you so much." Fu Ying rubbed against her arms, like a little animal seeking comfort.

Shen Anran showed an expression of doting and helplessness. She wanted to push this person away, but she couldn't do it in the end.

She asked softly: "If you miss me so much, why don't you contact me? Why don't you want to come back?"

"I'm afraid that you are still angry and don't want to pay attention to me anymore. I dare not contact you or see you." Fu Ying's voice trembled slightly.

Only then did Shen Anran recall the scene from many years ago. Their separation was not pleasant.

At that time, Shen Anran was deeply dependent on Fu Ying. When she learned that Fu Ying was leaving, she cried heart-wrenchingly and begged her not to leave.

However, Fu's parents insisted on moving out and taking Fu Ying with them.

Fu Ying initially disagreed, but she didn't know what her parents said to her, but in the end she resolutely left.

When they were saying goodbye at the door, Shen Anran held her hand tightly and was unwilling to let go. Coupled with the urging of the two elders of the Fu family, Fu Ying pushed Shen Anran.

Fu Ying stood there and said coldly that she was a burden and she didn't want to play with her.

For thirteen-year-old Shen Anran, that memory is an eternal pain in her heart.

Shen Anran gently stroked Fu Ying's head and comforted her, "I'm not angry. I was too young and ignorant at that time. You did nothing wrong. Everyone has their own choices."

"Xiao An'an, I'm really sorry." Fu Ying's tears kept falling like pearls from a broken string.

It took her more than ten years to muster up the courage to say this long-overdue apology.

"Okay, okay, stop crying. I thought we were going to have a happy reunion. I didn't come here to see you cry."

"Isn't this so happy?"

Fu Ying raised the corner of her mouth and instantly turned back into her innocent look. The fragility and tears just now were just an illusion.

Shen Anran's eyes curled up slightly, and there was a hint of ridicule in her voice, "So you were just pretending to be drunk."

An embarrassed blush flashed across Fu Ying's face. She coughed lightly twice, her voice a little hoarse.

His fingers fiddled with the corner of his clothes awkwardly, trying to ease the sudden awkwardness.

He hesitated, "Well... I've said before that I can drink quite well."

Shen Anran waved her hand, and the smile on her lips deepened.

"Forget it. I won't bother with you about this. Let the past be the past. Welcome back, Fu Ying."

Shen Anran slowly stretched out her hand, her fingers were long and white, and Fu Ying also stretched out hers, and their palms were tightly clasped.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still and the air was filled with the joy of reunion.

After a long while, Shen Anran said to her, "Mom asked me to take you back."

Fu Ying's brows raised slightly, her face was full of shock, her eyes were wide open, and there was a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"Ah, are we going to meet the parents so early? I'm suddenly getting nervous."

Shen Anran frowned, "Why do you sound so awkward, as if we are going to do something shameful."

Fu Ying chuckled and touched the back of her head a little embarrassedly.

"Hey, it's been a while since I last saw my aunt. I'm a little excited, but also a little nervous."

Shen Anran's eyes softened a bit and she changed the subject, "Are your parents okay?"

Fu Ying smiled and said, "It's fine. If they hadn't been unable to leave due to family matters, they would have come a long time ago."

"What about you? Are you all right?"

Fu Ying's smile deepened. "I'm fine. Besides, I'm married. I came back quietly this time, and he didn't know."

Shen Anran's eyes widened, and her voice involuntarily rose a few notes, almost shouting: "Are you married?"

Fu Ying stretched out her hand and showed Shen Anran the dazzling ring on her finger, "Yes, look."

Shen Anran was stunned. She stared at the ring, unable to accept this sudden news for a moment.

"When did this happen?"

She knew nothing. This guy didn't even tell her about such a big thing as getting married. He was such an unkind person.

Fu Ying spoke slowly: "This happened a long time ago. My parents arranged the marriage for me. When I was of the right age, we got a marriage certificate."

Shen Anran frowned slightly, thinking that Uncle Fu and Aunt Fu have always been reasonable and would not arrange a marriage for Fu Ying so hastily.

But judging from Fu Ying's expression, something seemed to be wrong.

"Then do you like him?" Shen Anran asked.

"Yes, he is tall, handsome, and rich. Who wouldn't like a man like him?"

There was a smile in Fu Ying's tone, but Shen Anran caught a hint of subtle bitterness in her eyes.

Shen Anran walked forward and hugged her tightly, "Don't let yourself be wronged."

Fu Ying tilted her head slightly and smiled, "Xiao An'an, do you think I'm the kind of person who would compromise?"

Shen Anran pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

She remembered that Fu Ying used to be carefree and fearless, and nothing could make her bow her head.

After so many years, it seems like nothing has changed, yet everything has changed.

Fu Ying gently cupped Shen Anran's cheek and comforted her softly, "Don't frown anymore. I'll introduce you to each other when there's a chance."

"Okay." Shen Anran responded, and his mood eased a little.

Fu Ying picked up a wine glass, a bright smile on her face. "Let's stop talking about these heavy topics. We should be happy today. We won't leave until we're drunk. Come on, cheers."

Although Shen Anran felt a little helpless, she also picked up the wine glass and gently clinked it with Fu Ying's glass.

She said again: "Welcome back."

Then the two talked about the funny things that happened in the past, and the room was filled with laughter.

After a while, Shen Anran finally collapsed on the sofa, unable to hold his liquor. He muttered unconvincedly, "I can still drink."

Fu Ying sat aside, looking at her cute drunken state, and couldn't help but giggle: "Xiao An'an, you are really drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I can still drink." Shen Anran insisted incoherently.

"Okay, stop being so stubborn. You've drunk enough. Just have a good sleep here."

Fu Ying adjusted Shen Anran's body position, letting her lean against the sofa with her head slightly turned to the side to avoid blocking her airway in case of vomiting.

She also carefully took a small pillow and placed it under Shen Anran's head to ensure that she slept comfortably.

After finishing all this, she looked at her silently from the side, and there was no normal emotion in her eyes.

After a while, she slowly turned sideways and moved closer to Shen Anran.

Just when he was about to touch her, someone rushed in.