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

Make a villa.

Liang Qiuyi sat on the leather sofa in the living room with an art magazine on her body. The light above her head was bright and the surroundings were quiet.

I heard the footsteps of only one person coming in. I looked up at the door and found that only An Jing was there.

"Mom, you didn't go out tonight?" An Jing asked back.

"I went out to show my face and came back again." Liang Qiuyi threw the magazine on the marble coffee table in front of her in annoyance.

Things have been happening one after another at home lately, and she doesn't want anything to go wrong or be laughed at, so she's a little tired of balancing all the aspects.

She didn't read a single word of the magazine on her knees. The only thing she could see was the antique jewelry printed in the magazine. "Didn't you ask your sister to come back tonight?"

"called."

"Where is she?" Liang Qiuyi asked.

"She's not coming." An Ran hadn't been home for so long that An Jing felt that the atmosphere at home had never been harmonious, and he was very resentful about it.

Liang Qiuyi's face showed anger, "What do you mean she's not coming?"

"She just won't come. She doesn't want to come back or go home." An Jing was fed up with running into a wall with An Ran every time. When he got home, he had to face his parents' questioning. "Mom, you have something to do with your sister. Can't you go to school to find her yourself? You have to ask me to pass the message on for you, but she doesn't listen to me."

He is clearly just a messenger, but he acts as if he is the one who messes up every time.

After several attempts, he finally understood that this matter could not be accomplished by his own efforts.

"Tell her that if she doesn't come back this week, she should never come back again. She is not your sister." Liang Qiuyi's voice was cold.

An Jing felt his back suddenly tense up. He took a few deep breaths and said, "Call her yourself," then ran upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Liang Qiuyi asked her son's angrily back.

"I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed." An Jing took a few steps up the stairs and when he turned the corner he saw Anya standing on the steps.

"Brother, you're back." Anya looked up at An Jing and spoke softly.

She was wearing a pink silk long dress and pajamas. She was petite, with fair skin and slightly yellow hair. She looked pretty but weak.

An Jing looked at her stiffly, and his voice became softer, "I'm going back to my room, you should go to bed early too."

"Mom is angry, right?" Anya grabbed the corner of An Jing's clothes as he was about to leave, her eyes full of tension.

"It's okay, go to sleep." An Jing patiently comforted Anya.

"Mom is so angry because my sister didn't come home. Why didn't my sister come home?" Anya grabbed the corner of his clothes.

An Jing was already angry about this matter, and when Anya mentioned it, he became even angrier, "If she doesn't want to reply, then don't reply. What do you care about her?"

Anya seemed to be frightened by An Jing's anger. She shrank back and spoke even more quietly, "Brother, are you blaming me for not caring about my sister and mom? I'm just worried..."

"It's none of your business, don't think too much about it." Seeing Anya was frightened, An Jing restrained his emotions and said, "I'm angry with An Ran, it has nothing to do with you."

"I'm worried that my sister won't come back because she's unhappy about me going home."

Looking at the reserved and sensible sister in front of him, An Jing felt a little tired, but he had to continue to explain patiently.

"You are born by your parents, so it is only natural for you to go home. Why should she be unhappy?"

Anya lowered her head, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but when she raised her head, her expression was still worried, "Although everyone knows this, but my sister is willful and has to be unhappy and angry, so I can understand it."

"She's just too ignorant."

"It's normal for my sister to be young and ignorant."

"She is young, how much younger can she be?" Looking at Anya who kept speaking up for An Ran, An Jing felt that An Ran didn't know what was good for her. "You are only a few months older than her. The education you received from childhood to adulthood has been thrown away."

Anya listened quietly to An Jing's complaints. The more An Jing complained, the more relieved she felt.

After An Jing finished complaining, he looked at Anya who was looking up at him quietly and calmed down. "I didn't mean to lose my temper with you. I was just too angry with An Ran."

"It's okay, brother. If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me. I'm your sister, right?" Anya smiled softly on her fair face. "Isn't that what family members are like? We don't hide anything from each other."

"You're right." An Jing raised the corner of his mouth, "It's late, go to bed, good night."

"Brother...wait a minute." Anya grabbed An Jing again, "Can I go to school with you tomorrow?"

"You're going to school with me?" An Jing looked puzzled.

"I want you to go with me to persuade my sister."

"You want to persuade her to go home?"

"I hope she's not mad at me and can go home."

An Jing refused without thinking, "No, our school is very strict, you can't get in."

"Brother can't take me with you?" Anya's eyes were full of anticipation.

"I can't get in." An Jing pursed his lips.

If he really wanted to bring Anya in, it would definitely be possible, but An Jing didn't want to.

There were countless excuses for not taking Anya to school, but the one that came to his mind most intuitively was that he felt An Ran didn't want to see Anya.

"Is that so? Then I'll come to your school to play when I have the chance in the future." Anya slowed down her breathing and lowered her head slightly. "I will be going to the United States in a few days. I don't know when I will be back next time. If my sister doesn't come home, I can't go to school to see her. I don't know when we can see her again."

She looked up at An Jing and saw a flash of guilt on the boy's face. "I really want to get to know my family before returning to the United States."

An Jing's hands, which had been hanging naturally at his sides, clenched slightly. He glanced at Anya's nervous face and quickly looked away, but looked at the lights in the corridor in front of him. One of them was hung very close to An Ran's room door.

He almost blurted out the promise of taking Anya to school out of guilt and impulse, but the words were suddenly blocked in his throat by the light.

"She will definitely come home to see you before you go to the United States, don't worry." An Jing looked at the lights not far away, then looked at Anya, and forced a smile on his handsome face.

"Really?" Anya showed joy on her face, "Brother."

"Really." An Jing chose to ignore his inner uneasiness.

The moment he turned around and went back to his room and closed the door, An Jing leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths, only to find that he still couldn't get rid of his inner anxiety and boredom.

He didn't understand why the atmosphere at home made him feel so depressed, even though his sister's return was a great thing.