Reborn as the Cinnabar Mole of the Prince of Beijing's Elite Circle

At this point, the woman reached out and tried to grab An Cinian's hand.

Unfortunately for her, An Cinian dodged quickly, taking a few steps back and holding Xie Yu'an's hand, her expression even colder: "Big sister, may I ask who you are?"

What, are you going to resort to playing the family card now? She's lived for almost 26 years, and she's seen all kinds of people, especially these hypocritical ones; she knows them all too well.

Eldest sister! She's the youngest of the five sisters, yet she's called "eldest sister" by outsiders!

The woman's expression was almost unbearable. If it weren't for the many people around, and Si Jing still standing there, she would have managed to force a smile with all her might, trying to cover up her embarrassment and displeasure.

"Sister, this is Grandpa's fifth child, Si Muying. But... don't pay any attention to her. She's the best at currying favor with the powerful."

Si Muyi didn't care whether these people were performing a duet or a trio; her mind was only on An Cinian. She took small steps from Si Murong to An Cinian's side, leaned close to her ear, and quietly introduced this woman whom she disliked.

It's clear that An Cinian is someone who likes to judge people based on her first impression, but she won't say it out loud because that would be very impolite. However, her first impressions are very accurate; she can always tell that a person is definitely not likable. They're not a bad person, but they're definitely not a good person either.

"Mom, what are you doing sitting there? Aren't you going to say something for my sister?"

Si Muyi turned slightly to look at Si Murong, who was still sitting motionless in his seat. She stomped her foot in frustration and was unhappy that these people dared to bully her sister in front of her grandfather.

As Si Muyi spoke, An Cinian's gaze fell on the woman sitting in the first seat on the far right. She was wearing a red cheongsam with cloud patterns and had her hair tied up with a floral hairpin. She looked poised and elegant, with the air of a head of a family.

"Everyone, please sit down. Qingqing, I am your aunt, and Xiaoyi is also my child. I apologize for the trouble I have caused you during this time. As for why everyone is so suspicious, it is because many people have been impersonating you. After all, we have been searching for you for eighteen years, and we can be a bit impulsive. Don't be upset."

Her attitude was better than others. Considering that she was Si Muyi's mother, An Cinian didn't refute anything and just nodded and smiled slightly.

Finally, at Si Murong's prompting, An Cinian and Xie Yu'an sat down on the chairs that the servants had brought over.

Si Muxi breathed a sigh of relief amidst the tense atmosphere. She didn't know who had leaked the information, so when the old man found out, he quickly ordered him to bring the person back. These people liked to watch the show and were aggressive, so his daughter would definitely not be able to adapt to such an environment.

An Cinian smiled slightly and looked at Si Jing politely: "Sir, that's just how I am. I have a bit of a temper. I'm sorry your son and daughter have been wronged." She even bowed her head slightly to express her apology.

However, when others are right or wrong, they always point to the person involved. But An Cinian is doing it to the old man. What kind of nonsense is that!

But seeing the old man's silent attitude, none of them dared to speak easily. This was not only because of Si Jing's identity, but also because Si Qing was someone Si Jing doted on, and was Si Jing's most beloved grandchild.

The old man named Si Qing.

"Qingqing, now that you're back, why don't you stay at home? Your family misses you very much."

With Si Muxi's help, Si Jing sat down in his seat, slowly took a sip of tea, and then pondered An Cinian's future schedule.

Missing me?

"No need, I have my own home." Hearing Si Jing's words, she refused without the slightest hesitation.

They probably want me to disappear quickly.

Although An Cinian did not live in such a scheming family, she had at least witnessed the open and covert struggles of wealthy and noble families.

"Qingqing, please come back. We all miss you so much." Si Muxi looked at his daughter and missed her dearly. He was thinking of asking her how she had been all these years and what she had been through.

An Cinian remained unmoved and persisted in her own ideas.

"What kind of attitude is this from a junior like you!"

Upon hearing this, Si Mufei became enraged, his expression so intense he seemed ready to devour An Cinian; it was impossible to tell how deep his hatred ran.

Xie Yu'an looked around. The Si family was really a mess. Anyone could chime in and say a few words. Was this his wife's fault? She was the one who was hurt the most, and she didn't complain at all. Why were these people stirring up trouble here?

His upbringing taught him that he couldn't be so disrespectful. He clenched his fists, suppressing his inner rage: "But this isn't Niannian's fault! Have you ever considered that Niannian is eighteen years away from you? You weren't there for her childhood, adolescence, or adulthood. For a girl's most important eighteen years, you were strangers, non-existent people." Xie Yu'an spoke these words, his heart breaking. "So, so what right do you have, what status, to be so self-righteous here?"

I feel so sorry for him. These people have no idea how much his wife paid to get away from them!

These words silenced everyone present. Yes, they had been absent for eighteen years, his daughter had suffered so much, while they lived in luxury.

Thinking of this, Si Muxi walked shakily to An Cinian and took her hand: "Qingqing, I am your father. You, you really have no memory of me at all?"

The pain is felt in the hearts of parents when their children are hurt.

Those eyes were filled with depression, guilt, and sadness, bloodshot and tearful.

An Ci Nian looked at the man with gray hair. Such a man seemed to evoke strange images in her mind, images she had never possessed.

"This is my daughter Qingqing... my precious daughter, look at Daddy... you're the older brother, you have to take good care of your little sister..."

It looked like someone was hugging her. What were these images? How could these images appear? Was... was the person in front of her talking to her?

The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached, as if I were stabbing her heart with a thousand needles, trying to nail her to death.

An Ci Nian hurriedly shook off Si Mu Xi's hands, stood up quickly, and took a few steps back.

"I don't know you."

His voice trembled as he spoke, his hands trembled, and he couldn't control his body's instincts.

Xie Yu'an acted swiftly, reaching out to pull the trembling An Cinian into his arms: "Wife, are you alright?"

Seeing that Si Muxi wanted to say something, Xie Yu'an took another step back with An Cinian and raised his head: "Uncle, Nian Nian is not in good health, please don't upset her."

His wife's reaction must mean she's thinking about something unpleasant.

Si Muxi hesitated, looking very distressed. How much had his precious daughter suffered while they were away?

"We were invited here today, but Niannian is not feeling well, so we'll be leaving now."

Xie Yu'an said, and then said he was going to take An Cinian away.

"Coming and going as you please, Your Highness, where do you put the Si family?" Si Muxiao slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Si Qing is a member of the Si family. You have overstepped your bounds without our permission!"

After much deliberation, Si Qing decided that it would be best for him to stay at home, as this would be more advantageous for him. If Si Qing were by Xie Yu'an's side, it would be more difficult for him to take action. He then signaled to Si Qiyan.

After all, this thing wouldn't want Si Qing to leave like this.

As he spoke, many bodyguards appeared at the door, and Si Qiyan blocked the entrance, preventing them from leaving.

"Does the old man think so too?"