Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 1187: Can’t Swallow This Breath

Chapter 1187: Chapter 1187: Can’t Swallow This Breath

"What’s going on?" An Shuchao, just awakened from a nap, was unclear about what had transpired.

"Dad, can we just drop this marriage? The child in Niu Shanshan’s belly isn’t An Ping’s at all! When I went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup, I met Niu Shanshan, and at that time, she hadn’t even been intimate with An Ping." An Hao succinctly explained to An Shuchao and then said, "The Niu family is only seeking An Ping as a long-term meal ticket! You all were nearly deceived!"

An Shuchao was stunned too, unable to speak for a long while.

"Sister, can you stop talking, please?" An Ping kicked the tree fiercely two more times, "Stop provoking me, will you?"

"How do you feel now?" An Hao asked him.

"Furious! Angry! I have so much rage inside me that I can’t vent," An Ping had always been the one deceiving others, never having been deceived himself.

After all, he had pursued the girl with genuine feelings, and to end up with such an outcome was a mix of humiliation and anger that swept through his entire body.

"Good." As long as it’s not heartache, once all the anger has passed, everything will be over.

"What kind of sister are you? I’m furious, and you say ’good?’" An Ping shouted, then kicked a book fiercely.

The brightly blooming petals of the peach tree were shaken loose, gently spiraling down from mid-air.

"Ouch!" An Shuchao felt sorry for both An Ping and the peach tree, "Can you stop kicking? Does your foot not hurt? I was planning to have peaches on my tree this year! Look at you, how capable you are! You bring your anger home, why don’t you take it to the Niu family instead?"

Having said that, An Shuchao was already feeling upset himself.

He was truly foolish to have almost been deceived.

"Are you even my real dad? My heart is nearly burning up with rage! And you still... you care about your stupid peach tree and yard!"

"Nonsense! If I weren’t your real dad, where do you think you came from?" An Shuchao was also filled with frustration, having put on a friendly face and spoken nicely to Niu Xiuling for so long, only to find out the child wasn’t An Ping’s.

It seemed the entire Niu family had come to bully theirs.

"I can’t swallow this grievance!" An Ping’s anger accumulated in his chest, unable to subside, "I’m going to confront Niu Xiuling."

"You don’t need to go to the trouble of finding her. She’ll come to us," An Hao seemed to have already anticipated what was going to happen.

"Their own daughter has done such a thing, aren’t they ashamed? And they still dare to provoke us?" An Shuchao spat fiercely on the ground, "What trash! They think the An family is defenseless!"

"Dad, let’s go! Let’s give that old woman from the Niu family a good beating." All of An Ping’s previous pain and depression transformed into anger — he had to vent, he must!

"Don’t go." Qin Jian, who had been quiet until now, spoke up to stop An Ping, "If you just want to vent, I’ll accompany you! It’s dangerous for you to go to the Niu family in your current state."

In his fit of rage, if he impulsively did something reckless, the consequences would be severe.

"You’ll accompany me? How will you accompany me?" An Ping glared at Qin Jian, his chest heaving dramatically.

Without a word, Qin Jian began unbuttoning his shirt and quickly stripped off his clothes, tossing them to An Hao, who stood by.