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

Looking at the man Shen Yuxiao brought in, he said that someone would come looking for him soon; that was quick indeed.

"Mr. Lan, it's been a long time."

Xie Yu'an stood up, walked up to Lan Mingqing, and shook hands with him. After all, Lan Mingqing was an elder who had helped him in the past.

"I visited your parents at the Xie family home a while ago; they miss you very much."

She tried to play the emotional card right from the start, but Xie Yu'an wasn't buying it.

"Let's be frank."

Seeing Xie Yu'an's attitude, Lan Mingqing signaled all his men to leave.

Just as he was about to speak, Xie Yu'an stopped him with a gesture, looked at Lan Mingqing, and remained silent for a moment: "President Lan, I'm afraid you've come because of Anping's matter. However, I can tell you very clearly here that I will not help. Doesn't President Lan want to find out that I personally sent them in?"

Lan Mingqing nodded. Of course he knew, which was why he came back here to find him.

"There's something else that Mr. Lan probably doesn't know yet: I'm married."

Wha, what?

Xie Yu'an's words surprised Lan Mingqing. He stared at Xie Yu'an's outstretched left hand, where the bright ring shimmered under the light.

He really didn't know about this matter. There were many rumors about Xie Yu'an. He was not interested in women and was very powerful in the business world. Although his methods were not as ruthless as Qi Yan's, he was not someone to be trifled with.

Otherwise, how could he be sitting at the pinnacle of Beicheng? Don't be fooled by his apparent work in the construction industry; he's a terrifying person with connections in every industry. You'd never guess what other identities he might have.

Then...does his granddaughter Xiaoran know? How come Xiaoran didn't tell him?

"I don't understand, what does this have to do with what I want to solve?"

"Of course, my wife's surname is An. Mr. Lan, you've met her, haven't you?" Xie Yu'an chuckled softly. They were talking about serious matters now, but his mind was still uncontrollably trying to recall last night.

My wife is so cute~

Who else is in the An family? Of course, it's just An Cinian, who argued with him at the banquet! No wonder he's so confident, it turns out he has Xie Yu'an, this big shot, protecting him!

Lan Mingqing sensed that something was very wrong; everything was starting to go off track, and things shouldn't be like this.

How did An Cinian get involved with Xie Yu'an?

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became.

"What, Mr. Lan, are you dissatisfied with the person I chose?"

"No, no, I have the honor of meeting the Second Miss's..."

Before he could finish a single sentence, Xie Yu'an interrupted him again.

I have never seen Xie Yu'an so rude before.

"Mr. Lan, I respect you as an elder and would like to remind you that my wife's name is An Cinian. She takes my name as her surname, not the An family name. Please be sure to use the correct terms of address after all your years in the business world."

That look in his eyes, that tone of voice—it was chilling, like he wanted to devour him whole.

"Mr. Lan, since there's nothing else, please take care and don't see me off."

Xie Yu'an had little patience. Leaning back on the sofa, he only said a few more words because it concerned his wife and Lan Mingqing had helped him before; otherwise, he would have kicked him out long ago.

However, Lan Mingqing remained seated, hoping Xie Yu'an would give it a good consideration.

Such stubbornness made him laugh in exasperation. Was he trying to act superior because of his age? He realized that his words no longer carried weight. It seems his temper hasn't been well-known lately!

Knock, knock, knock, someone knocked on the door of the art studio.

The voices of the elderly rang out along with the sounds of their own.

"Niannian, are you inside?"

grandfather?

He put down his paintbrush, opened the studio door, and found not only An Chuanlin, but also Bai Yiting, an ugly woman.

Why is this person here?

Then, seeing Bai Yiting's tear-stained eyes, he instantly understood. See? No secrets stay hidden forever. An Chuanlin will eventually find out the cause and effect of the matter.

"Niannian, was my son really sent to prison by Xiaoyu?"

He was shocked when he heard the news and couldn't believe it at all. He hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door to ask his granddaughter.

An Cinian stared at Bai Yiting's smug expression, wondering what this wicked woman had said to her grandfather this time. But she, no, Xie Yu'an had helped her a lot, and Xie Yu'an was so good to her grandfather, so she couldn't possibly get involved with Xie Yu'an.

"I begged Xie Yu'an."

"Why did you do this? Xiaoping is your father." An Chuanlin didn't understand why everything had changed after he went out for a while.

Dad? What an unfamiliar word.

"Grandpa, can you tell me first why you didn't tell me that Anping and the others weren't my biological parents?"

She never imagined that Anping wasn't her father. In her previous life, she always felt that her father had too high expectations of her. In this life, she finally saw their true colors, but now he turns around and tells her that he's not her biological father.

What could she do? Fate kept playing tricks on her, did it think it was fun to treat her like a ball?

“Niannian~ Even if Xiaoping isn’t your biological father, we’ve been family for so many years. Could you please, could you please let my son go for Grandpa’s sake?”

Is using family ties as a form of moral blackmail?

Bai Yiting remained silent, her arms crossed. She was here today to witness it firsthand, and with An Chuanlin taking charge, there was no need to worry.

"What about me? Grandpa, have you forgotten how Anping treated me?" An Cinian touched her chest, looking at An Chuanlin with tears in her eyes.

An Chuanlin didn't speak, keeping his head down, not even daring to look at An Cinian's eyes.

Putting aside her past life, looking back on this life, Anping's attitude towards her was one of awe, a reckless despair, a kind of suicidal hopelessness. She desperately craved the love and pity of this couple, feeling both heartbroken and filled with hatred.

So why? What did she do wrong?

"Grandpa, please, please ask Xiaoyu to let my son go."

Seeing An Chuanlin kneeling before me, in that instant, in such utter despair, I could clearly hear the sound of my internal organs shattering.

"Grandpa, you, you..." An Cinian's eyes widened, her face showing both pain and shock. She took several steps back, and if it weren't for the table behind her, she would have fallen completely, in too much pain to speak or breathe.

Mingming, she was injured because of the family's debts before, and her grandfather not only did not blame her, but now he is kneeling down and begging her to let Anping go. But who will let her go?

Looking back on all these years, she realized how incredibly kind her grandfather had been to her. She suddenly found it somewhat amusing; when you accept kindness from others, you should be prepared to reciprocate.

Such a relationship is not selfless; it's like a meticulously planned scheme that delivers a slap followed by a treat, trapping you in the middle so that your life and death are no longer in your own hands.

"Madam, are you alright?"

Butler Sun and Yang Meizi both rushed over, looking very worried at the scene.

Damn it, they knew they shouldn't have let this woman in, but they didn't dare say anything more about An Chuanlin's words.

"I'll handle it, you guys go ahead."

When only the three of them remained in the empty room, An Cinian knelt on the ground, pounding her chest, her eyes red, and questioned, "Grandpa, have you ever thought about me? How did they treat me? Don't you really remember anything at all?"