Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

After Yan Wanqing returned to the classroom, she opened the small red box.

Inside is a pair of stud earrings, beautiful and delicate little stud earrings.

There was a sound of shouting and beating outside, Yan Wanqing was not a spectator, so Chen Molin ran over to pull her up, "Sister Wanqing, come here."

"what happened?"

"Tao Qianqian's father is here."

Yan Wanqing frowned, then slowly got up and walked to the door of the classroom with Chen Molin.

Tao Dazhi stood angrily on the podium of the first class, while looking at the time on his wrist, he scolded: "Hurry up and clean up, I have a meeting in a while."

Tao Qianqian bit her lips tightly, holding back her tears and putting the book into her schoolbag.

After packing up, she followed Tao Dazhi and left.

Even though she lowered her head, Yan Wanqing still saw the redness and swelling on her face, it must have been beaten by Tao Dazhi.

Tao Qianqian probably noticed Yan Wanqing's gaze, and she gave her a bitter look.

Yan Wanqing watched Tao Qianqian leave expressionlessly.

There are whispers from classmates around me.

"Tao Qianqian's father is so fierce, he slapped her as soon as he came."

"Can you not be fierce? Last time Tao Qianqian pretended to be sick, her father was humiliated, and this time it happened again."

"I heard that Tao Qianqian's father compensated the school a lot of money and even made Tao Qianqian drop out of school."

"I guess I feel ashamed."

"Poor class one's class flower is about to change hands."

Tao Qianqian's departure was like throwing an unremarkable pebble into the sea, which stirred up a little bit of waves, but did not cause any stormy waves.

Yan Wanqing didn't sympathize with Tao Qianqian, let alone pity her, and she didn't even feel guilty. Tao Qianqian's end today was all her own doing.

On the contrary, those who were bullied by Tao Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief.

She finally left.

……

night
Aunt asked Yan Xuehui to come down for dinner.

Auntie knew that Yan Xuehui was not Yan Jing's biological daughter, but she hadn't left the Yan family yet, so she still treated her the same as before.

"Miss Xuehui, it's time to eat."

"Isn't Dad coming back?"

"Mr. called and said that a critically ill patient came to the hospital tonight and he had to work overtime."

Yan Xuehui smiled self-deprecatingly, "I don't think the critically ill patient has to work overtime, but he went to visit Yan Wanqing."

Auntie frowned upon hearing Yan Xuehui's sour tone, but did not answer.

Yan Wanqing is Yan Jing's biological daughter, if he doesn't go to find his daughter, he would be fooled if he stays at home with this impostor Yan Xuehui every day.

Yan Xing was doing homework in his room.

When his aunt went to call him, he asked timidly, "Isn't Dad coming back tonight?"

Auntie looked at the little guy with distressed eyes.

Yan Xing has been lacking in love since he was a child, and finally got a sister and emotional sustenance, but he did not expect to be a counterfeit.

This incident caused a lot of psychological trauma to Yan Xing.

He doesn't even know how to face Yan Xuehui now.

The aunt said softly, "Dad works overtime tonight and may have to come back later."

"Oh, I'm not hungry, let's eat later."

In fact, he just wanted to miss Yan Xuehui, and he didn't know how to face it.

Yan Xuehui didn't know when she appeared at the door of Yan Xing's room, her eyes were gloomy, she said she loved her sister the most, didn't she start to avoid her now?
"Star."

Yan Xing looked up, and Yan Xuehui stood timidly in the corridor, "Why are you not hungry? Is it because you don't want to see your sister?"

She was about to cry.

Yan Xing hurriedly said, "I didn't."

"Then why aren't you hungry, you've never missed dinner before."

"I……"

Yan Xing didn't know how to answer.

Yan Xuehui walked in, her steps were very light, her body was backlit, and her face was hidden in the darkness.

Auntie felt that Yan Xuehui was as scary as a ghost, so she subconsciously stood in front of Yan Xing.

Yan Xuehui tilted her head and murmured, "Auntie, why are you protecting Yan Xing? I'm his older sister, and I won't harm him."

Auntie murmured in her heart.

You are not Yan Xing's biological sister.

Yan Xuehui laughed at herself: "Is it because I'm not Xing Xing's sister, so you started to guard against me?"

"I do not have."

Yan Xuehui's eyes were about to burst, and she looked a little crazy when she stared at her eyes, "If you didn't, then what are you doing?"

The aunt was very scared, but she still protected Yan Xing.

A cool little hand rested on the aunt's arm, and Yan Xing jumped off the chair. He said obediently, "Sister, I'll accompany you down for dinner."

"Our stars are so cute."

Yan Xuehui bent down and rubbed Yan Xing's soft face, then took his little hand downstairs.

Sitting in the restaurant, Yan Xuehui either peeled shrimp for Yan Xing, or served him porridge, which was a treatment Yan Xing had never enjoyed.

"In the past, Xing Xing peeled shrimps for her sister, but now my sister peels them for Xing Xing."

"Thank you sister."

Yan Xing ate the prawns, the taste was like chewing wax.

Yan Xuehui pampered Yan Xing's hair, "Xing Xing, you told your sister last time that she will always be your closest person, does that still count?"

Yan Xing was silent and did not speak.

Yan Xuehui squeezed Xiazi's hand tightly, and she asked hurtfully, "Xing Xing, don't your words count?"

"Because I'm not your sister, but Yan Wanqing is, so you're defecting?"

Yan Xuehui's chopsticks fell feebly to the ground, making an ear-piercing sound.

Yan Xing raised his tearful eyes, he mumbled his lips, not knowing what to say.

Yan Xuehui's slack pupils looked at the ceiling.

"Father went to find Yan Wanqing, you don't love me anymore, what's the point of me living alone, I might as well die."

Yan Xing looked at her in shock and shook his head, "No, don't die."

Yan Xing was very afraid to hear the word 'death'.

His mother passed away due to dystocia when he was just born, so Yan Xing was very afraid of hearing about death, afraid that someone would leave this world.

Yan Xuehui asked: "Then will you regard me as the closest person?"

Yan Xing nodded heavily, "Yes."

Yan Xuehui hugged Yan Xing and cried bitterly. She cried for a long time and asked out of breath, "Who do you love more between me and Yan Wanqing?"

Yan Xing didn't want to do multiple-choice questions between relatives.

But if he didn't choose Yan Xuehui, would she die?

Yan Xing closed his eyes in pain, "You."

Yan Xuehui raised her lips as she wished, "Xing Xing, the person I love the most is also you."

In the past, Yan Xing would jump up happily when he heard this sentence.

But now, he only feels that the position of his heart hurts.

The auntie shed tears when she saw this scene at the top of the stairs.

Why did her young master face such coercion?
Auntie dared not tell Yan Jing about this.

Yan Xuehui hasn't left the house yet, and Yan Jing often doesn't come home.

Otherwise, it will be Yan Xing who will be injured.