The Villain in the Quick Travel is My Wife

Chapter 83

Chapter 83.3.33

Sun Yuebai's expression darkened as he shot a cold glare at An Qiming. It had been years since anyone dared to humiliate him directly.

"Shut up, or don't come to me about your Bai family's affairs in the future. I mean it," An Qiming said firmly as he grasped Bai Wanqiu's arm.

Bai Wanqiu immediately ceased her struggles, her body stiffening comically as she stared wide-eyed at An Qiming.

Seeing her calm down, An Qiming continued in a deep voice, "Let the third brother handle his own affairs. Whether it turns out well or poorly is his choice."

"Besides, what young person hasn't been caught up in love? I'm not an unknown figure in the An family, so covering for him won't be a problem."

The first part of An Qiming's words was directed at Bai Wanqiu, while the latter half clearly served as a promise to An Shuting. He himself had engaged in many foolish escapades in his youth, settling down only after meeting Bai Wanqiu.

An Shuting couldn't deny it and watched the scene unfold with a smile. The benefits of this romantic affair were significant enough to persuade An Qiming to keep quiet and even temporarily ease the An family's restrictions on Sun Yuebai.

Observing An Shuting's seemingly nonchalant demeanor and clear eyes, even someone as seasoned as An Qiming felt a pang of guilt. However, he quickly regained his composure.

Anyway, it seemed that An Shuting had not suffered any loss in this situation, so why should he play the villain? Whether the two of them would regret their decisions in the future was not his concern.

Moreover, he recently realized that he had indeed neglected the third brother. If he hadn't listened to Sun Yuebai today, he would have remained unaware of how unhappy An Shuting was in this family. Their closest blood relatives had not cared for him as much as Sun Yuebai did.

"Husband..." Bai Wanqiu clutched An Qiming's sleeve tightly, her fingertips turning pale. Unwilling to give in, she could sense that this was one of the rare moments when An Qiming was genuinely angry.

Bai Wanqiu had managed to win An Qiming over for so many years because she understood his limits. For now, she could only sit stiffly in her seat, listening to him discuss An Shuting, feeling like a mere stepmother. Frustration and resentment welled up within her.

The shame coursing through her made her curl up slightly, her other hand instinctively covering her stomach.

An Qiming lowered his eyes. "Let's forget about your nephew going to the academy. I won't give him a letter of recommendation."

Bai Wanqiu's pupils constricted, her shocked expression leaving her speechless. An Qiming couldn't help but squint at her reaction.

Tears rolled down her cheeks like jade beads, dripping onto the back of An Qiming's hand. In the past, he might have compromised, but today, in front of so many people, he felt a surge of disgust.

An Shuting watched in surprise at Bai Wanqiu's aggrieved demeanor. Seeing Sun Yuebai staring at her, he nudged him with his elbow. "That kind of pretentious display is not pleasant to see."

Sun Yuebai, eager to understand emotions, found himself overwhelmed by the ways people express happiness and annoyance.

Suddenly touched, he turned to An Shuting, covering his face with his sleeve as he grabbed An Shuting's wrist. "You're different from An Qiming."

Bai Wanqiu had always excelled at winning over men, particularly with her delicate and vulnerable appearance, which kept An Qiming under her control. How else could she have become the wife of the An family, lacking advantages in background or talent?