After Being Reborn and Regaining Her Identity, the True Heiress Is Spoiled in the Seventies

Chapter 89

An Jingzhi also understand the reason behind this, sighed helplessly: "I also know this matter is sorry to ZhiXia, and I have severed all the relationships that should be severed, but after all that is a child we raised with our own hands..."

After speaking, he added: "Forget it, just do as Dad said."

The dead are dead, but the living still have to live.

An Jingzhi has always been good at weighing the pros and cons.

Just didn't expect that after he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw ZhiXia standing at the door.

He was instantly a little panicked in his heart, and explained: "ZhiXia, don't think too much about it. After all, you are still Dad and Mom's own daughter. Our family must prioritize your matters first before ZhiYun. We are just considering the past feelings for her..."

ZhiXia was not angry at all, really not angry at all.

Probably because she was disappointed too many times, she didn't even feel surprised.

"I don't care, your things have nothing to do with me, just do whatever makes you happy." ZhiXia said calmly and went back. She happened to come out at the wrong time.

An Jingzhi walked towards her, wanting to explain a few more sentences.

"Stand there." The old man scolded him and asked, "What are you going to do now? Aren't you making the child feel worse? Look at what you said! You consider the past feelings for that person, then have you ever had any feelings for your own daughter?"

An Jingzhi only felt dizzy and uncomfortable in his head, especially when ZhiXia said it had nothing to do with them. After thinking about it, he still turned back, took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to the old man, "Dad, this is the dowry money we originally prepared for ZhiXia. She went home at noon today, and probably left it on the table. Her mother and I thought about it and added some more. Please give it to her."

He was thinking that she must feel it was too little.

It wasn't that An Jingzhi was unwilling to give it, he just wasn't that wealthy himself.

He knew about the assets here with the old man, but those things couldn't be used for now. His children all had jobs, but their family was more open-minded, and the children also handed in some living expenses every month, keeping the rest themselves.

Zhou Nan didn't work, and with An Jingzhi's salary alone, in addition to expenses he would occasionally subsidize the children's food and clothing expenses. And apart from the eldest, none of them were married yet, so it was impossible for him to take out all his money.

In fact, the original 500 yuan he prepared for ZhiXia already contained an element of compensation. Even when his eldest son got married, he only gave 50 yuan for the bride price, and spent about 200 yuan to buy some other things.

His and Zhou Nan's original plan was that all their children's weddings would follow this amount. The extra amount, they could pay for themselves. After all, they had their own salaries saved up, so they had money.

In this regard, he was still quite fair.

But he didn't know that ZhiXia never cared about money. There were some things that no amount of money could compensate for.

The old man looked at the envelope in his hand, and was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath and coughed violently.

An Jingzhi hurried to help him pat his back and help him breathe smoothly, but was pushed away by the old man as soon as he caught his breath.

"An Jingzhi, 500 yuan can be left on the table. You've been a teacher for decades, don't tell me you don't know what that means!" The old man knew clearly that ZhiXia must have been thoroughly disappointed in these parents.

Of course An Jingzhi could guess what it meant, but at this time, he could only pretend to be ignorant.

The 1,000 yuan was left in the end, but even when the old man gave it to ZhiXia, she didn't accept it.

It wasn't that she didn't give Grandpa face, it was just that she really couldn't accept this compensation.

The family she had longed to return to so much had now become a quagmire that trapped her feet deeply.

The only thing she looked forward to now was the wedding the day after tomorrow, which would eliminate the crisis posed by the An family. After the wedding she would leave this place and restart her own life.

This was not avoidance, it was just thoroughly discarding something that never belonged to her in the first place.

She called this... cutting losses in time.

Before she had time to invest any feelings.

Perhaps she should thank them for showing her where she stood in this family as soon as she returned, so she wouldn't have too high expectations and it would be easier for her to break away.

Things of the past are like yesterday's death; things of the future are like today's life.

She should focus her mind on her own marriage and family, manage them well, and live a happy life.

And her cute little one in her belly, ZhiXia thought, she would definitely be a good mother in the future, and protect her child well and shelter it to grow up safely.

ZhiXia smiled calmly, and continued knitting the sweater.

Grandma must have known about what happened just now. She came over and said a lot to ZhiXia.

Even at this time, she didn't ask ZhiXia to forgive An Jingzhi no matter what, so ZhiXia really really liked this grandma.

Grandpa, grandma, and fourth brother were the only pillars she didn't regret coming back to this family for.

The next morning, An Zhiren and An Zhixian came over together before breakfast.

ZhiXia had just gotten up not long ago. An Zhiren handed her a long box, "My third brother and I got this for you as a gift for the wedding preparations. I heard you've been learning to read, this is a fountain pen. I hope you study well in the future, if you have anything you don't understand you can come ask me. As your second brother I'm a teacher, so I have more experience in teaching students."

"Oh please, that's how you act at school, but you're still like this at home. She's your sister, not your student." An Zhixian rolled his eyes, and also handed something to ZhiXia, "This is a radio from third brother. See if you like it, we don't know what you like either, just tell us if you need anything, don't be shy."

ZhiXia thought for a moment, and accepted the gifts, sweetly saying: "Then thank you second and third brother."

"You're welcome, it's only right." An Zhixian nudged An Zhiren's arm, "Didn't sister-in-law tell you to bring money too? Hurry and take it out!"

An Zhiren was so immersed in ZhiXia's smile he really almost forgot about that. Flustered, he took out 20 yuan from his pocket, "This is from sister-in-law. She said since we got you gifts, she won't buy anything, so this money is for you to buy whatever you need."

Actually, she had originally wanted to give fabric, but didn't have ration tickets.

Recently all the fabric ration tickets at home had been taken by Zhou Nan, she couldn't even borrow any. She could only give money to show intent for now, planning to make it up to ZhiXia with fabric later when she had a chance.

"Then please thank sister-in-law for me." Big brother and fourth brother weren't here, but big sister-in-law and the other two brothers were very generous.

ZhiXia remembered their thoughtfulness in her heart.

The two of them were rushing to work, and had specially asked for leave tomorrow for the wedding, so they hurriedly ate some breakfast and rushed off.

ZhiXia didn't go anywhere else this day except at noon when Liang Zhiwei asked her to go to the restaurant to handle the handover work.

Liang Zhiwei gave her 500 yuan. ZhiXia knew he must have sold it for more than that price, but didn't say it outright.

Liang Zhiwei was the director of the Ideological Work Department. Although this position didn't have much real power, there was a lot of room for maneuvering. No one dared to look down on him.

Better to offend gentlemen than villains, Liang Zhiwei was a thorough villain.

Keeping this move against him could come in handy someday.