Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

With a "pop" sound, Yan Ci felt a burning pain on his cheek, and even half of his teeth felt a little loose.

This is a fatal move.

Who has such a deep hatred for her?

Looking up, I saw a young girl in a pink double-breasted gown slowly withdrawing her hand, with an expression of resentment and contempt on her face.

Yan Ci recognized this person, the ninth daughter of the Minister of Revenue, Yan Ru.

The Minister of Revenue, Yan Tonglin, was a passionate man. It was said that he had seven or eight wives and concubines in his backyard, so he had many children.

The thing that people talked about most about him was that after his eldest brother died, he married his eldest brother's sister-in-law, and even his niece had to call him father.

Yan Ci looked at Yan Ru in front of him very calmly, his eyes as cold as water. Having come back to life, she did not feel that the woman in front of her was a threat.

But in Yan Ru's eyes, her look was a provocation.

Yan Ru raised his hand and prepared to give another slap.

The palm wind whizzed past, but it brushed Yan Ci's cheek and swung past. Yan Ci's body tilted and fell to the ground. A sly smile disappeared at the corner of his mouth. Avoiding the sharp edge at the right time could reduce a lot of damage. What's more, he was his biological father and she was just a stepdaughter who should be called uncle.

That’s right, she is the daughter of the eldest sister-in-law, and she has been the Thirteenth Lady in the Yan Mansion for two months.

Yan Ru was a little surprised when she saw her hand fall in vain, but she felt relieved when she saw Yan Ci fall to the ground.

The look of contempt was not concealed, "You little bitch, you are just like your mother, you only know how to seduce other people's husbands, you are like a fox, sooner or later I will scratch your pretentious face."

The sound of quick footsteps came before my eyes, followed by a voice of "Ah Ci".

Before Yan Ci could recover from the name "Aci", he was hugged by a broad-minded woman, "Aci, are you okay? Where are you hurt? Let me see. Oh, your face, how come it is so badly injured!"

Her words were full of concern, but before she could see the woman holding her, her attention was drawn by another slap.

Yan Tonglin's tall figure blocked Yan Ci's way, and he could only barely see half of Yan Ru's face which was swollen from being beaten. It was almost as swollen as hers, and for a moment he couldn't tell whose face was more swollen.

This family always likes to slap people.

"How did you treat your sister? And what did you say about your mother? Didn't your father teach you that you are so uneducated? Apologize to your mother and sister!"

Yan Ru covered her face and bit her lower lip tightly. Blood was almost coming out from under her white teeth. It seemed that she was extremely hateful.

Yan Tonglin then shouted again: "What are you dawdling for? Apologize!"

Yan Ru endured and endured, the tears in her eyes flowed like balls, and she looked at the mother and daughter hugging each other on the ground with red eyes, "I'm not wrong!"

After shouting this, she turned around and ran away. Whether it was because of the humiliation of being slapped by her father in front of others, or to avoid getting slapped again, Yan Ru ran very fast. Yan Tonglin pointed at Yan Ru's back and said angrily that he would confine her to her feet.

Turning around, he helped Yan Ci and his daughter up with a look of pity on his face.

"Xiaojiu is ignorant, and her father has already taught her a lesson. Is Ah Ci still in pain?"

Yan Ci looked at the handsome middle-aged man in front of him, lowered his head obediently and called him "Uncle".

Yan Tonglin didn't even have time to close his stunned mouth, and the hand that wanted to comfort Yan Ci didn't dare to fall on Yan Ci's shoulder.

"Ah, Ah Ci, let your mother take you home first and ask a doctor to check your face to make sure there are no scars. Um, Qingqing, Ah Ci is now in your care. I have some things to deal with at work, so I'll leave now."

Yan Ci's mother, the woman with a broad mind, looked reluctant to leave, "My husband, go and do your work. I'm here."

Watching Yan Tonglin leave the house, Jiang Qingqing took her daughter's hand and said, "Come with me."

The two returned to Yan Ci's courtyard. The spacious and tidy courtyard made Yan Ci have a new understanding of his position in this family.

It seemed that he had not been treated badly, but judging from Yan Ru's arrogant behavior towards him, this was not the first or second time.

Jiang Qingqing took out the medicine box from the room and skillfully applied medicine to her daughter.

"Why did you speak to your father like that today?" His tone was full of blame.

But she didn't call him wrong. Uncle is uncle, and stepfather is not allowed.

Besides, in her heart, Yan Tonglin was not worthy of the word "father".

"Did I call you wrong?"

"He is your father."

"Just my stepfather."

"He is your biological father."

Yan Ci was stunned, what a miraculous reversal, father is not father, uncle is not uncle, this Yan family is really extraordinary.

Yan Ci's dumbfounded look caused Jiang Qingqing to stop applying the medicine. She restrained her tenderness and pity and began to persuade him earnestly.

"Yan Ci, I know you always think of Yan Tongxing as your father, but he is dead. Besides, if he was not the eldest son of the Yan family, I would not marry him. Tonglin and I love each other, and now everything is back on track, isn't it great? Ah Ci, remember, your last name is Yan, the Yan of Yan Tonglin.

Yan Ci lowered her brows and eyes, savoring these words carefully in her heart. In the past, she had not paid much attention to such a small Shangshu Mansion. She only saw the name of Yan Tongxing, the eldest master of the Yan family, on the gift lists during festivals.

But judging from what he just said, this Yan Tongxing is really a complete sucker. His only daughter is not his biological daughter, and even his wife was stolen away after her death. It's really sad and lamentable.

But in Yan Ci's current memory, Yan Tongxing was extremely good to Yan Ci. At least in the fifteen years of raising her, he never let Yan Ci suffer any grievances, let alone touched her.

But Yan Ci had only been in the Shangshu Mansion for two months, and he had no idea how many times he had been bullied by Yan Tonglin's children, both openly and covertly.

Today's slap was considered light.

As the head of the family, Yan Tonglin would not be unaware of this. Yan Ci saw the slapping scene clearly. Although Yan Tonglin acted hard, he was just confined to his room.

With Yan Ru's violent temper, he would come to cause trouble for Yan Ci again in a few days.

He has an awkward status in this family. Although he is a biological child, he was raised by others after all. Although Yan Tonglin has a blood relationship with Yan Ci, the barrier in his heart is like a thorn, and they cannot get close to each other.

If it weren't for Jiang Qingqing's sake, Yan Tonglin would not have come out just now.

She can see clearly and think clearly that she is no longer Hua Cijing. She is now just Yan Ci, and has nothing to do with the past. She still has to survive in this small Yan family, so she has to play the role of her biological father's stepdaughter well.

After speaking for a long time without getting a response from her daughter, Jiang Qingqing looked at the absent-minded Yan Ci and sighed deeply, "Since you still don't want to call him father, then don't show up in the yard. After all, you won't be short of food, clothing and other expenses. Just stay in your own yard. Since you are blood relatives, there will be a day when the ice and snow will melt. Before that, don't make things difficult for your father."