Chapter 425 - 425 Xiao Ran's Father
425 Xiao Ran’s Father
As the man looked at Qiao An in shock, his face was ashen.
“Xinping isn’t married?”
Was it because she could not forget him?
Qiao An continued, “My mother was pregnant out of wedlock and was mocked by the world. She couldn’t accept the pressure of public opinion, so she chose to take the child and leave.”
“In a strange hometown, in order to give the child a nominal father, she made a contract with an uncle. She pretended to be his mistress, and her way of repaying the man was to save his bankrupt family business.”
“But in the end, she gave birth and was misunderstood by the first wife. She died of depression. She was only thirty years old that year.”
The man’s eyes were bloodshot.
“Don’t believe her.” At this moment, Rosa woke up and pointed out Qiao An’s lie. “She has parents. She’s the daughter of the Qiao family.”
The man looked at Qiao An in shock and suspicion. “Qiao An, you’re not like her at all.”
Qiao An smiled. “Xinping is my mother, but I’m not her daughter. Because I’m her…”
The man narrowed his eyes and waited quietly for Qiao An to continue.
“Daughter-in-law.”
The man looked at Qiao An in shock. His expression was one of disbelief and great shock.
Qiao An didn’t let him retreat at all and continued, “Do you know how I saw through your identity?”
“My husband, Huo Xiaoran, shares your face.”
The man clenched and unclenched his fists.
In order to stall for time, Qiao An slowly got up and sat down. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said, “Do you know how miserable Brother Xiaoran was in the Li family after losing his mother at the age of eight?”
“How could the first wife tolerate the child of a mistress? They lodged the eight-year-old Brother Xiaoran in school and left him to fend for himself. At such a young age, Brother Xiaoran witnessed his mother committing suicide. The eight-year-old child lost his mother’s protection overnight and was abandoned by his non-biological father. His fragile heart couldn’t withstand these blows. Therefore, he suffered from terrible depression.”
“But fortunately, Brother Xiaoran was very smart. The teachers and classmates liked him. He got into a top-tier school. However, his outstanding results could not cure his depression. That year, he started to hurt himself and commit suicide. And I walked into his world at the lowest point of his life.”
“I sold the blood in my body and used all my strength to make him feel the sunlight in this world. Only then did I cure his depression.”
“And you are destroying the only sunlight in his life at this moment. Because of your irresponsibility, you let Xinping’s mother die young. Do you still want Brother Xiaoran to fall into the hell he came out from?”
The man stood there with his head lowered like a stray dog.
He actually didn’t know that Xinping had given birth to a child for her.
His name was Xiaoran.
How exceptional was this child to be able to get into a top school?
Moreover, he started fighting depression at a young age. How outstanding was he to be able to achieve excellent results under such harsh circumstances?
“Boss, are you going to show her mercy just because of this story she made up? Don’t forget that if we can’t complete the mission this time, we’ll all die,” Rosa roared with red eyes.
“Qiao An is a big screenwriter. You can’t trust her words.”
Qiao An stared straight at Rosa. This woman was terrifying.
She clearly knew that she was not lying. She had deliberately hidden the truth from Xiaoran’s father so that he could kill her.
Qiao An glared at the man and said, “If you kill me, Xiaoran’s father-son relationship with you will never be repaired.”
“Don’t listen to her nonsense. Her husband doesn’t love her that much. Everything she says is fake.”
Just as the man was hesitating, a commotion suddenly came from outside.
“Rosa, go outside and take a look,” the man ordered.
Rosa hesitated, her guarded gaze lingering on the man and Qiao An.
The man scolded, “Why aren’t you going?”
Rosa walked out.
Qiao An held her breath and listened to the commotion outside.
Unexpectedly, a revolver was suddenly thrusted in her hand. Qiao An looked up in shock and saw that the man’s expression was completely different from before. At this moment, his eyes were filled with infinite love.
He knelt down and asked her lovingly, “Do you know how to use a gun?”
Qiao An nodded.
He smiled. “Hide it well. Go back and live well with Xiaoran.”
Qiao An stared at him.
Qiao An teased him. “At least you have some humanity.”
The man couldn’t help but laugh. “Silly girl.”
He suddenly placed his mouth beside her ear. “Remember, my police identity is CCC5557.”
Qiao An looked at the man in shock.
At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open. Huo Xiaoran walked in like a gust of wind, dragging his trench coat. At this moment, the coat was covered in blood.
“Brother Xiaoran.” Qiao An’s eyes were filled with tears.
“An’an, don’t be afraid. Hubby is here to save you,” Huo Xiaoran said.
Xiaoran’s father was petrified on the spot.
His subordinates formed a human barrier and blocked Huo Xiaoran.
The man turned slowly. He finally saw his child.
Xiaoran was handsome and resembled him when he was young, he had a peerless beauty but was sharp.
“Beat him up,” the man ordered.
God knew that his heart was bleeding at this moment.
He had never properly cared for his son in his life. The first time they met, it was such a life-and-death situation.
Qiao An’s gaze lingered on Huo Xiaoran and the man. She finally saw the demonic man’s red eyes under his cold face.
A dozen criminals swarmed over, and Qiao An’s heart tightened.
“Brother Xiaoran, be careful.”
“Uncle, be careful,” Ze’en cried out.
Qiao An was a little puzzled. Ze’en actually had the courage to care about Huo Xiaoran now?
Huo Xiaoran’s windbreaker was like a weapon injected with power. It rolled in the air and followed his fierce fist.
Qiao An had only heard of his outstanding grasp of martial arts. When she saw it with her own eyes, she actually admired him.
He was long-limbed, agile, strong, and accurate. Soon, those criminals were beaten to the ground by him.
Qiao An suddenly reminded the dazed man, “Aren’t you leaving?”
The man glanced at Huo Xiaoran deeply one last time before leaving through the window.
Huo Xiaoran ran to Qiao An and hugged her tightly. His heart ached as he said, “An’an, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault for coming late. I’ve made you suffer.”