After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

For some reason, my deskmate also felt a rare sense of shame, and the chicken wings in his hand suddenly felt less delicious. "My dad said last time that his friend's child went to No. 1 Middle School, and the tuition was almost free compared to mine."

Sheng Fuhua threw away the bamboo stick in his hand and asked, "Do you have a seasoning packet?"

"Yes." My deskmate took out a few bags of chili powder from the bag in front of him, "Brother, didn't you take a couple poster with An Ran last time?"

"What's wrong?"

The promotional poster photos that Sheng Fuhua and An Ran took for Xia Xizhou's store last time were particularly beautiful.

As a result, her store's performance has improved significantly this month.

The purpose of asking An Ran and my eldest nephew to take poster photos together is to increase the publicity of the store and sell the store’s products.

Therefore, after the performance improved, Xia Xizhou felt that he had a good vision and made the right move.

When she got the photo, she immediately took it to her elder sister's house to share it with her.

When Mother Sheng saw the photos of her son and An Ran, she also thought they were very beautiful. She couldn't help but pay more money and asked Xia Xizhou to print out a lot of photos of her son and keep them at home. When Sheng Fuhua came home and saw so many photos at home, he brought some to school.

All the good classmates around him were shown off by him.

"Logically speaking, you should have a good relationship with the eldest lady now." The boy at the front table turned his eyes.

Sheng Fuhua glanced at him, "What are you thinking about? We are just friends, don't think too much."

"Okay, okay, friends, friends..." The boy's little thoughts were seen through, and he laughed and quickly changed the subject.

Sheng Fuhua's eyes were clear and frank, "Be serious, An Ran is studying very hard."

I work very seriously.

Because of her seriousness, people who get close to her can't have any other delusions.

Seeing Sheng Fuhua's slightly serious expression, the boy at the same table and the one in front of him immediately stopped teasing and said, "Okay, brother, we got it."

Although Sheng Fuhua is a notorious poor student in school and likes to dress sloppily in daily life, he has a lot of prestige in front of his younger brothers. In addition to his sense of justice, he also has moral integrity and will never do anything that he shouldn't do.

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Snowflakes were floating in the sky. In the small pavilion between the two teaching buildings, An Ran glanced at the pine and cypress trees covered with snow and put her hands into her down jacket pockets.

"looking for me?"

"Are you really not going back today?" An Jing was also wearing a black down jacket and a gray cashmere scarf around his neck.

He looked down at An Ran, his square chin hidden in his scarf.

"No." An Ran shook her head, "I'm very busy recently."

"Busy with the store?" An Jing frowned. "Don't you have Aunt Li to help you look after it?"

"Yeah." An Ran replied without answering, "And study."

Hearing about studying, An Jing's brows relaxed, but his tone was a little bad, "Since you know that studying is important, why do you still want to open a kebab shop? Are you so short of money?"

"Yes." An Ran responded calmly.

A cold wind mixed with snow blew into the pavilion, making An Ran shiver. "If you don't have anything else to do, I'll go back to the classroom."

It's such a cold day, but An Jing insisted on making this appointment.

If he hadn't repeatedly told her on the phone that he had something important to tell her in person, An Ran wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to him.

"Yes." Looking at An Ran's bare neck, An Jing stepped forward with his left foot and moved his fingers hidden in the pocket of his down jacket. "Are you cold? I'll give you the scarf."

He took his hand out of his pocket.

"No need, you can wear it yourself." An then took a step back.

An Jing was silent for a moment, then he took out a big red jewelry box from his other pocket and handed it to An Ran, "Happy New Year."

An Ran's eyes sparkled, she reached out and gently took it from An Jing's hand and opened it, "Good taste."

Hearing An Ran's praise, An Jing's eyes sparkled, "I bought it when I was shopping at the World Trade Center the day before yesterday. You can wear it."

An Jing gave An Ran a Cartier Blue Balloon series women's pink dial mechanical watch. It was low-key yet gorgeous, quite suitable for her current age. It was not particularly expensive, nor was it cheap. If she were still the same person as before, she would probably like An Jing's gift and happily accept it.

Of course, she likes this watch very much now, but she will not collect it anymore.

"Thank you, but I have a watch." Putting the watch back into the jewelry box, An Ran handed the closed jewelry box back to An Jing, and pulled up the sleeve of her right hand, revealing a white Swatch on her right wrist.

"Who gave it to you?" An Jing did not take the red jewelry box containing the watch worth more than 50,000 yuan. Instead, he frowned and looked at the watch on An Ran's wrist. The watch was simple white in color, with an elegant and retro feel of ancient Rome. It looked grand and beautiful when worn on An Ran's wrist.

In the high school department of No. 1 Middle School, many children wear watches of this brand, and An Jing recognizes it.

Just because I know him, I wonder who sent it.

Swatch is not a brand that An Ran would buy personally. Not to mention watches, even for earrings and necklaces, An Ran would have to start with Gucci. For accessories like watches that require quality, An Ran would only buy better ones.

An Jing's question made An Ran laugh, and she said directly, "I bought it myself."

"Don't buy these cheap things in the future." An Jing lowered his eyelashes, "If you want anything, you can tell me."

"Thank you." An Ran took An Jing's hand and stuffed the box containing the watch into his hand. "It's OK as long as the watch works. This one doesn't suit me. You can give it to someone who is more suitable for it."

Although An Ran's fingertips did not touch his palm, An Jing felt it was cold.

“I think it suits you very well.”

He wanted to stuff the watch back to An Ran, but An Ran turned away and said, "I don't want it, An Jing, you can take it back."

The cold wind blew through the treetops, accompanied by the rustling of snowflakes.

An Jing was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Grandma told you, right?"

His words were incoherent and An Ran was confused at first. "What did grandma say to me?"

An Jing looked up suddenly, "You don't know?"

"What do I know?" An Ran stared into An Jing's eyes and saw tension and panic in his eyes.

His eyebrows jumped, and his mind moved, "Your sister is back...is that right?"

She spoke slowly.

But every word he asked was so calm and steady, as if hammer after hammer was hitting An Jing's heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"You really do know..." Under An Ran's clear gaze, An Jing was flustered and at a loss, "You want to live on campus because you know, right?"

"Did grandma tell you that?"

"When did you decide that?"

"During the summer vacation?"

Over the past few months, An Ran has become like a completely different person. An Jing has been unable to understand why a person would change so much. How could a sister who used to be so close to her family and trusted them so much suddenly become someone who seemed impossible to get close to and who always goes against her family?

At this moment, he felt that he understood the reason why his sister changed.

A series of questions came out, but An Ran didn't answer a single one.

An Jing's face showed anger and sadness, "An Ran, you should have told us a long time ago."

He felt that An Ran didn't trust him and his parents. "Even if you are not our biological child, are you not a member of our family?"

"Then me?" An Ran asked with a chuckle.

"How come you're not?" An Jing said angrily, "Didn't my parents and I know that you weren't our biological child? Didn't we consider you a relative?"

An Ran didn't want to continue to dwell on this topic that they couldn't discuss at all for the time being with An Jing, "An Jing, your sister is back, right?"

An Jing's eyes flickered, "You are my sister too."

"I'm asking about your biological sister." An Ran was firm and unambiguous about this relationship. "Congratulations, your family can be reunited. I'm sure your parents, you and your sister will be very happy."

An Jing looked at the faint smile on An Ran's face. For some reason, he suddenly didn't want to say "sister" in front of An Ran.

"She came back the day before yesterday. Mom and Dad...are they okay?"

An Jing pursed his lips and his voice became much deeper.

The sister who had been missing for more than ten years came back. Logically, it should be a happy thing for the whole family. An Jing felt that he should be happy too.

But the reality is that he always feels that his parents are not that happy, so much so that his own happiness is discounted.

"But she won't stay long." An Jing looked at the marble floor that was wet with snowflakes and whispered, "In a week, her parents will send her to study in the United States."

"What?" An Ran looked at An Jing in surprise, "You said your parents are going to send your sister to study in the United States?"

Or leave in a week...

Why so fast?

This situation was completely different from her previous life, and also different from what she had imagined.

What went wrong?

An Ran felt her heart stop beating for a moment.

"Yes, I'll be leaving in a week." An Jing looked at An Ran and told her honestly, "My parents arranged it."

"Didn't she just come back?" In her previous life, after her biological daughter came back, Mrs. An held her in her hands for fear of dropping her, and held her in her mouth for fear of her melting. How could she be willing to send her far away to America just after meeting her, instead of keeping her by her side, announcing it to the world, and pampering her well?

"Yes, I just came back." Faced with An Ran's doubts, An Jing himself was also puzzled. "I asked my parents, and they said that the educational resources of her previous school were not good, so if they sent her abroad to study early, she would be able to go to a good university."

An Jing is eighteen years old, not eight.

He was also going to study abroad in the future, so how could he not know that given his sister's age and family conditions, there would be no difference in the resources she could get if she went abroad in a week or in a year or two.

To be honest, she is my biological sister after all, and she looks so much like my mother.

She has fair skin and petite stature. She sat on the sofa, waiting for him with a pair of deer-like watery eyes, smiling obediently.

The shy smile was full of flattery for his brother.