A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Interstellar Orphanage

"Have you thought it through? Once your residency is transferred out, you can't transfer it back. But if you choose to keep it, even if you graduate from Imperial University and can't settle in the capital, your residency will still be at the orphanage, and you won't be sent to the border star." With his head full of white hair, the old director furrowed his brow, his eyes filled with concern.

Standing in front of the desk, Yang An nodded calmly, "Director, I've thought it through."

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely firm.

The old director sighed, looking at the handsome, reticent beta in front of him. He finally put aside his worries about the fledgling spreading its wings and said, half relieved, half sighing, "Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, little An has grown so tall..."

His words were filled with nostalgia, his gaze recalling the past. "Alas, I'm getting old... cough, cough... I don't know how much time I have left. Sending all of you out is my greatest wish in this lifetime..."

"Director, you still have a long time ahead of you, at least until Adam's coming-of-age ceremony. You said you would give every child in the orphanage a bouquet of flowers." Yang An listened quietly and spoke softly.

"Adam..." the old director sighed. Adam was the youngest child in the orphanage, only five years old—just the age when he was learning to speak and everyone loved to tease him.

Creak—Creak—

The dark red wooden chair rocked back, its legs slowly scraping against the floor, producing a sharp sound.

The old director smiled kindly. One hand resting on the table, he hunched over and slowly stood up. Just as he was about to speak, his throat coughed violently a few times, bending his back again.

Yang An quickly helped the old director, gently patting his back. He said softly, "Director, take it slow, no rush... Did you take your medicine today? Do you want me to get it for you?"

He lowered his head, his eyes just falling on the top of the old director's head. As he spoke, the originally empty space suddenly twisted, and a line of small black characters appeared—

A Caregiver Who Feels Like Family

Yang An glanced at the line of text, his lips slightly pressed together, but his eyes remained calm as if accustomed to it. He withdrew his gaze and continued gently patting the old director's back.

The line of black text gradually blurred and dissipated into the air.

"Alright, I'm fine. You're making a fuss about nothing, taking medicine and all," the old director caught his breath, straightened his back, and waved his hand. "It's an old problem, not life-threatening. I don't need it!"

Yang An sighed helplessly and let go of his hand, persuading, "Director, Senior Shen Quan didn't say that. The last time he came to the orphanage, he specifically reminded us..."

"Hey, I'm not listening," the old director snorted with a laugh, unconcernedly raising his head, his white beard cocked to one side, and shouted, "That brat wishes I wouldn't eat anything and just take medicine every day. I'm not doing it! To hell with it! Who dies first, we'll see!"

Yang An: "..."

What was this, a rebellious dean with a bad temper?

He couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. "Dean, Senior Shen Quan is concerned about your health..." He paused, leaned slightly forward, and lowered his voice, "Be honest, did you eat all the sweet and sour pork I made for you yesterday?"