Chapter 42: AnAn, AnAn

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In this private school called Mingde Hall, Jiang Wang was both astonished and furious.

At first, AnAn told him yesterday that her husband wanted to meet his parents. He was uneasy because it immediately brought back the threat of Fang Zehou.

If the Fang family used some underhanded tactics, such as leveraging their connections to get AnAn expelled from the private school he attends, there wouldn't be much he could do about it.

He even prepared to pay for An An's Western meal himself.

But he racked his brains and couldn't have imagined that the reason why Mr. Jiang wanted to see him was simply because Jiang Anan had not performed well.

Jiang Wang felt a profound absurdity.

The teacher would often give lessons, punish students by making them stand up, and make them copy books. There was never a time when any teacher couldn't control their students. Didn't you see that even Jiang Wang, who had entered the inner sect of the Daoist academy, was still made to copy scriptures by Xiao Tie Mian

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Only very bad and disobedient students would be asked by the teacher to communicate with their parents.

"Have a look," said the old man in Mingde Hall, throwing over a stack of papers. "I had her copy Thousand Character Classics as punishment. See what she wrote"

Jiang Wang took the paper with both hands, glanced at it, and was about to say it was fine, the content was indeed "Thousand Character Classic". But soon he realized that although the content was correct, the handwriting had seven or eight different styles.

That is to say, Jiang An'an even completed the copywriting assigned as punishment by her husband by cheating.

Jiang Wang just wanted to cover his eyes, he couldn't bear to look. He was punished by Xiao Tie Mian to copy the Classic of Rites a hundred times, but he didn't even think about asking for help. Instead, he honestly and diligently copied it word by word, enduring countless nights!

How can this Jiang An'an be so lively in her thinking

“She cheated on the exam too” Jiang Wang asked, trembling.

"When she was caught cheating on a small exam, helping others write answers." The old man's voice suddenly rose: "She herself didn't pass the test! What right does she have!"

Jiang An'an stood beside him, her head drooping and looking like she was accepting a scolding. But those big eyes of hers secretly peeked at Jiang Wang's expression. Every time Jiang Wang looked over, she immediately turned her gaze away.

There was also a little girl in the room, who was sprawled out on an armchair playing with her fingers. She was probably the classmate who had asked Jiang An'an to cheat... This attitude was too arrogant!

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She was pretty, with skin as smooth as fat and delicate features. Although she hadn't fully blossomed yet, one could already see that she had the makings of a beauty. The only thing out of place was her tiny nose, which was pointed up high, looking rather arrogant. Everything she wore was expensive, making her look like a mischievous little witch.

...Could she possibly expect Jiang An'an, who fails her exams, to cheat for her Could she be such a studious child

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Jiang Wang told himself to stay calm. His sister, introverted, quiet, well-behaved and adorable, there must be some misunderstanding... What misunderstanding The evidence was right in front of him!

Jiang Wang grabbed Jiang Annan, turned his head and walked out, "Come home with me!"

The saying goes, "An elder brother is like a father," and if a child is not taught, the fault lies with the parent. He decided that today was time to show his authority as a parent. How could that timid little girl from just a few months ago have turned into this He decided to give her a good beating, at least ten slaps on the palm. Being beaten in school was too embarrassing, so he had to take it home and beat her there.

Well...let's do three hits. Three hits is pretty brutal, it'll hurt for a long time.

At this time, the little witch raised her hand and waved, saying crisply, “Goodbye, AnAn!”

Jiang An'an held onto Jiang Wang's hand as she walked out. She had realized something was wrong long ago and had been keeping her head down for a long time. Hearing her friend's greeting, she hesitantly raised her other hand to respond...

Jiang Wang pulled his hand hard, breaking off this friendship's farewell.

Just a few steps out of the Mingde Hall, heading south along Xuanwu Street, you will pass by Cai's Mutton Shop.

When she caught a whiff of the mutton fragrance, Jiang An'an purposely coughed. In the past, as long as she gave him a look, or even just sniffed the air, Jiang Wang would stop and lead her inside.

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But today Jiang Wang dragged her along, walking straight ahead without looking sideways.

Jiang An'an then understood, her brother was truly angry.

Turn left, enter Aoki Avenue. Walk east along Aoki Avenue until you reach the end; that's where Flying Horse Alley is. In Flying Horse Alley, their house is located.

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"Brother..." Jiang An'an called out.

But Jiang Wang couldn't speak.

"Brother..." Jiang An'an lightly shook Jiang Wang's hand.

Jiang Wang let out a cold snort from her nose, indicating her indifferent attitude.

This is a continuation of the previous statement.

At this moment, just as she reached her front door, Jiang An'an said timidly, "Brother, let me open the door! I brought the key!"

Jiang Wang opened the lock by himself, pushed open the courtyard gate, and let go of An An's hand that he had been holding tightly. His voice was deliberately cold: "Go in."

He couldn't let Jiang Anan think this matter could be easily swept under the rug. A child of four or five years old was just beginning to form her character, and she needed to be taught a lesson.

Jiang An'an's little hand rubbed against Jiang Wang's, and seeing that Jiang Wang indeed didn't have any thoughts of holding her hand again, she dejectedly let it fall.

But she suddenly remembered something, her spirits lifted, and she immediately ran to the front.

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Jiang Wang followed behind and entered the bedroom. She saw Jiang An'an run straight to her small bed.

Jiang Wang wanted to stop her.

As usual, whenever Jiang An'an didn't want to do something, she would just flop onto the bed and say something like, "Oh my goodness, I'm so sleepy, I'm falling asleep." And that was how she easily got away with it.

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But Jiang An'an suddenly crouched down, her small body quickly squeezing under the bed.

"Hide under the bed, and I can't hit you" Jiang Wang almost laughed in anger. He casually grabbed a broom by the door and blocked it in front of Jiang An'an's small bed.

But AnAn quickly crawled out, holding a small wooden box. She rubbed against the floor under the bed for a while, her little face was already gray.

She held up the old wooden box with both hands and exclaimed with joy, "This is for you!"

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Jiang Wang leaned the broom against a nearby cabinet and took the small wooden box with a doubtful look, "What is this"

He opened the little wooden box and saw a pile of silver, gold, pearls and other treasures piled high, glittering in his eyes.

Jiang Wang's heart clenched suddenly, he held the wooden box with one hand, his voice was unprecedentedly stern: "Where are you from"

Ginger was taken aback by her brother's expression and immediately panicked. She pouted and whimpered, "I... I earned it!"

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“Where did you get the money” Jiang Wang’s hand trembled. “Where did you get it and how”

He slammed the wooden box to the ground, making a deafening noise, “Speak!”

Gold, silver, and jewel light scattered on the ground.

Jiang An'an was terrified, and cried out in alarm: "Help classmates take the exam..."

"Can you make so much money by helping classmates with their exams"

Jiang An'an choked back sobs: "Qingzhi... Qingzhi is very wealthy. I helped her with the exams, and she gave me money."

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Jiang Wang only felt that his heart, which had been hanging high, slowly let go.

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He began to regret it, he had been too harsh just now.

He crouched down, his hands resting on Jiang Annan's small shoulders. She was like a porcelain figurine too delicate to handle, as if with the slightest carelessness she would shatter.

"When will your family need you to make money" Jiang Wang looked at her, reaching out to wipe away her tears: "Brother has money, a lot of money, you understand"

Jiang An'an choked out, "Didn't you borrow money from that white-faced man to buy a house You have to pay back the loan..."

Jiang Wang suddenly remembered that the day he went to ask Zhao Rucheng for money and a courtyard, he took An'an with him.

Poor little AnAn, her small box, the heart she carefully brought out, when it was dropped to the ground, how sad she must have been

Jiang Wang looked at her, tears streaming down her pale little face, washing out a snowy hue.

Jiang Wang's nose felt a little sore.

His heart suddenly became incredibly soft, yet shattered into a million pieces.

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(Thanks to the helmmaster, Xi Zi Chu. Thanks to the book friends Shen A Yao, Sheng Fen Ba Yin Azhan, and Yan Er Gou for their rewards. And... please give Jiang An An recommendation tickets!!! )

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