In the future, when Mr. An dies and An Mingzhi takes over the An family, that will be the time when his glory will be unlimited.
However, he didn't expect that his hope would be dashed so quickly.
Catch him off guard.
In fact, when An Xuehai saw An Jiao and An Mingzhi appear in the hospital, he should have understood what happened.
However, he was neither willing nor willing to give up.
If he doesn't hear the other person say it himself, he won't admit it.
An Jiao, who was called by An Xuehai, raised her head, looked at him blankly, and shook her arms, "Didn't you guess it all?"
In her eyes, An Xuehai was a fox, a jackal, the jackal that played with her mother, Ding Shuli, in the palm of her hand.
He is smart, he is cunning, he is cunning, and he is arrogant.
He was even daring and ungrateful. An Jiao didn't understand how An Xuehai could do such a disgusting thing.
When he was homeless and living on the streets, Mr. An took him in and gave him a home. He also changed his surname to An, allowing him to become a member of the An family and enjoy the glory brought by the An family.
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What's more, An Xuehai owns all her father's things.
What's more, the two of them were brothers who grew up together, but even so, An Xuehai did not stop his sinful hand and reached out to the beautiful wife left behind by his father.
Yes, Ding Shuli is undoubtedly beautiful. She has a charming face and a graceful figure, which is what her father should enjoy.
But it was stolen by An Xuehai, a foreigner and a bastard.
Not only did he eat it secretly, he also made Ding Shuli pregnant with his seed, and allowed them to survive in Anjia with such a despicable status.
Enjoying the glory and conditions of Anjia, in the end he did such a shameless thing.
An Jiao's rhetorical question made An Xuehai stunned for a moment, "Jiaojiao——"
He subconsciously murmured that he cared less about An Jiao than An Xiaohui, maybe because of guilt, or maybe because An Jiao was too bright and pretty, resembling Ding Shuli when she was young.
An Xuehai admitted that he had liked Ding Shuli back then, and he had also struggled with this disdainful relationship.
However, compared to the ordinary and dull widowed face at home, this delicate flower outside is obviously more moving.
Moreover, Ding Shuli is also stupid. It is only through Ding Shuli that An Xuehai can find his dignity as a man.
And his first wife was too shrewd, and her eyes did not rub any sand into her eyes.
This is undoubtedly extremely stressful for a man.
However, the momentary indulgence back then was not discovered by anyone, and it also gave birth to An Xuehai's ambition.
Since Ding Shuli gave birth to his children, but the An family didn't know about it, what does it matter if his children accept the An family's business and inherit the An family's property in the future?
Anyway, everyone in the An family is so stupid, including Mr. An.
When An Xuehai had this idea, he seemed to have abandoned all the propriety, justice and shame in him, because of the interests, which made all his despicable methods so justified.
At this moment, An Xuehai's coquettish voice almost made An Jiao feel sick. She pressed her chest, trembling uncontrollably, her face pale and angry, "Don't call me that."
"You don't deserve it, you make me sick, get out-"
She glanced around, and finally saw a cotton swab pressed against her elbow to stop the bleeding. It seemed to be what she thought was a weapon, and she threw it hard.
She looked at him with extremely disgusted eyes and said, "Stay away from me."
After she learned that her mother had an affair with An Xuehai, she could no longer face the second uncle she admired in the past.
It turned out that they were so filthy, so filthy that even mentioning them would make her feel sick.
His favorite daughter looked at him with disgust and told him to get out.
Of course, An Xuehai couldn't stand it anymore. Ever since he was kicked out of the house by the An family, his life had been difficult. He lost his job and it became even more difficult.
Fortunately, An Xuehai had not stayed in Anjia for many years. He used his past connections to finally establish a line.
This is how I can barely survive.
Although life was difficult, An Xuehai was never depressed. He didn't care even if An Mingpeng and An Xiaohui died.
Because he knew that the two daughters he cared about most were in Anjia.
They live in a small foreign-style building and receive the best education. With the reputation of being the descendants of the An family, they will definitely be good in the future.
In fact, as An Mingzhi is the eldest grandson of the third generation of the An family, it is almost certain that he will inherit the An family in the future.
But, all of this was ruined.
Following An Jiao's disgust, An Xuehai completely woke up. He slapped himself hard, then knelt down towards Mr. An, "Dad, it's all my fault.
The kids have nothing to do with it.”
"Just let the children go!"
At this moment, An Xuehai just wanted to make things big and trivial. If possible, it would be best for An Mingzhi and An Jiao to return to An's home as usual.
Live your old life.
Mr. An was leaning on a cane. He looked condescendingly at the man he once regarded as his biological son. After the Dong Chuang incident, he knelt in front of him with tears streaming down his face.
Mr. An closed his eyes, "A bastard is a bastard. Even if he bears the An family name, he is just a white-eyed wolf."
Wild species——
These two words deeply hurt An Xuehai's heart, "Dad!"
No matter how many bad things he did, he never thought that in Mr. An's heart, he was actually a bastard!
Bastard!
Didn't he once like himself the most?
Don’t you want to treat yourself as your biological son?
Doesn't it mean that his bloodline is not inferior to that of Anjia?
So why would Mr. An, a kind and gentle man, describe him as a bastard?
At the same time, An Mingzhi, who was scolded as a bastard, couldn't help but look up. His face turned pale and he murmured, "Bastards, aren't we just bastards?"
The most unacceptable thing here is An Mingzhi.
He never thought that his life experience would be so miserable.
"Mingzhi!" Hearing his beloved son describe himself in this way, An Xuehai couldn't help but turn around and look at him in shock, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Who is An Mingzhi?
He is the future heir of the An family, how could he describe himself as a bastard?
An Mingzhi looked blank. He rolled his eyes, finally landed on An Xuehai, and asked, "Isn't it?"
"Aren't An Jiao and I bastards?"
This sentence made An Xuehai speechless.
Mr. An seemed to have seen enough of this scene. She gave an order to Uncle Zhang, and someone took An Xuehai to the place where the blood was drawn.