The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Song Huan?

Interesting...

It was as if someone had just pointed him in the right direction and a curtain of fog had been lifted. When all the dots were connected, everything felt like a joke.

An Yibei took out his wallet, his face revealing nothing. He then handed the woman all his cash.

The woman was delighted. It wasn’t much, but was good enough for a single name!

She took it right away, thanked him repeatedly, and left.

An Yibei rubbed his temples, then hurried to the hospital.

When he got there, Papa An had already woken up. An Xiaxia sat by his bed, crying like a little girl.

“There, there. I’m alright, aren’t I? Don’t cry... Aren’t you a little too old to be a crying baby...” Papa An consoled her in a mild tone. An Xiaxia wiped her tears and said stubbornly, “I’m not crying... These aren’t tears! It’s my sweat!”

Papa An didn’t know whether to cry or to laugh. “Alright, alright. It’s sweat, sweat!”

An Yibei went up to them and stuffed a packet of tissues in An Xiaxia’s hand.

“Wipe your nose. You look awful.”

An Xiaxia dove into his arms. “Sob... Brother...”

All words failed her and she began to feel the fear get to her.

What if she been completely petrified and forgotten to use the landline, or if Papa An’s condition had been more serious...

So many “ifs” pressed down on her, becoming an unbearable burden.

An Yibei’s expression softened a little and he said gently, “Don’t cry... I’ll try not to work overtime from now on and come home early to be with you and dad. Alright?”

“Alright...” An Xiaxia nodded, looking very pitiful. Papa An suddenly asked, “Xiaxia, wasn’t there a classmate of yours at our house before I passed out? Where is she? Has she left?”

An Xiaxia gripped the lower hem of her clothes tightly at the mention of Mu Li, exerting so much strength that her fingertips hurt.

Was she going to tell him that Mu Li had fled the scene, leaving the two of them behind?

An Xiaxia struggled to put a smile back on her face. “Of course... of course she’s gone back home. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’ll cook her something nice when she comes by next time.” Papa An’s kind smile made An Xiaxia’s eyes sting.

She found an excuse. “I’ll get some air outside.”

She opened the door and was welcomed by the strong smell of disinfectant in the corridor. The entire hospital had a sickening and desolate air to it, which was very depressing.

An Xiaxia was going to go to the garden when a team of police officers walked in her direction.

What was going on?

An Xiaxia stood frozen on the spot. She watched as the police ignored her and pushed open the door to her father’s ward.

Uneasiness overwhelmed her. She turned around in a hurry and heard the lead officer ask, “Are you Mr. An Liguo?”

Papa An replied, “Yes. What is...”

The police officer produced his credentials and a warrant from his pocket, then said in an emotionless voice, “You’re under arrest for murder. You have the right to an attorney, as well as the right to remain silent.”

After that, a young officer put handcuffs on Papa An.

An Yibei gritted his teeth. “I’m a lawyer and I demand to know further details...”

“You’ll find them at the police station,” the officer said indifferently. He then waved his hand and took the still weak Papa An away.

An Xiaxia stood at the doorway, watching this in disbelief.

“Go home and stay put!” An Yibei left in a hurry after that instruction.

In that instant, An Xiaxia felt like her world had collapsed...