Chapter 189: How Does This Feel Like a Blind Date?

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An Xiaotu nervously clenched her fists, her voice calm as she uttered the prepared words, "I admit I'm not a smart person, and I can't think of any good way to persuade Second Master to divorce me. I just followed Mr. Tang's example. I used threats to insist on a divorce, and Second Master knew I was pregnant, fearing that something might happen to me, resulting in both of us dying. In the end, he could only agree."

"What isn't clever, I see your methods are very ingenious. Are you trying to make the second young master hate me"

Mr. Tang let out a cold snort, his sharp gaze sweeping over An Xiaotu. The overwhelming pressure emanating from him made her feel short of breath.

I remember when the second young master came to the hospital two days ago and told me about his divorce, he even said he was a little bit.

His heart felt as if it were stuffed with a sponge, heavy and constricted, making even breathing difficult.

An Xiaotu pursed her lips and defended herself, "Mr. Tang only requires me to divorce the Second Master, but he didn't say I couldn't use this method to force him to divorce me. As for whether or not I hate him, that's between Mr. Tang and the Second Master."

She knew it wouldn't be easy to fool Old Mr. Tang.

To appear more realistic, she even made her address to Tang Yucheng sound unfamiliar.

Master Tang let out a furious snort and declared, “Even though you’ve divorced the second young master and signed an agreement about the child; I tell you, I won't allow the bloodline of the Tang family to be scattered. After you give birth to the child, I will immediately take him back to the Tang family to raise.”

"Old Master Tang should also know the contents of the divorce agreement. If Second Master tries to fight me for the child, then his Kr·C International shares will have to be unconditionally transferred to my name."

Compared to Tang Lao Ye's fierce and intimidating presence, An Xiao Tu's demeanor was much more cautious, to be precise, prudent.

For fear that my words might not be rigorous enough, and that Master Tang would notice something amiss.

“An Xiaotu, there’s a saying that goes ‘greediness leads to one’s downfall,’ you mustn't let your greed harm yourself.” Old Master Tang's cold voice carried a hint of ferocity. Because of An Xiaotu's words, the last shred of guilt he had for her vanished completely:

"I'll give you some money, but don't even think about shares in Kr·C International; you probably don't know about some of the dark underhanded tactics the Tang family uses. Making someone disappear is very easy."

After Old Man Tang delivered this warning, Little Bunny An didn't stay any longer and left the hospital. Although she knew that everything was under Yu Cheng's control.

But remembering the warning from Old Master Tang, she couldn't help but shiver.

Tang Sxiu was the direct great-grandson of Mr. Tang, and his death became a knot in Mr. Tang's heart, especially since he died because of himself.

She even suspected that if she wasn't pregnant and hadn't already 'divorced' Yu Cheng, Mr. Tang would probably have used strong-arm tactics to break them up.

A pair of brand new, gleaming leather shoes came into view. An Xiaotu suddenly raised her head and saw a tall, mixed-race man in a tailored black suit standing right in front of her. His dark brown hair was meticulously combed, revealing a smooth, full forehead. His face was deep and handsome, and his whole person exuded an air of gentlemanly elegance, just like a suave and charming young master from a high society.

Making eye contact with a stranger's warm gaze, An Xiaotu quickly retracted her gaze and apologetically said, "Sir, did I block your way I'm sorry."

She spoke, hurriedly stepping aside to let him pass.

"No, Miss An, you misunderstand. It's Mr. An who wants to see you." The man looked at her slightly flustered face and explained with an elegant smile, his voice with a hint of British accent sounding noble and gentlemanly.

Grandpa looking for her

An Xiao Rabbit followed the man's direction and saw a black Mercedes-Benz parked not far away. The window rolled down, and Lao An was sitting in the car.

She nodded slightly in thanks, then walked towards Mr. An.

"Grandpa," An Xiaotu said softly from outside the car.

"You still remember I'm your grandpa I've been back from Japan for so long and you haven't even come to see me." Lao An snorted. He was also a person who knew about the wedding, paused for a moment, and said, "Get in the car, accompany grandpa for a meal."

"Oh, okay, Grandpa." An Xiaotu opened the car door and got in.

An Lao pointed at the mixed-race man sitting in the passenger seat and introduced him to her, "Xiaotu, this is the grandson of an old friend of mine, Mu Xiaohan."

"Mr. Mu, hello!" An Xiaotu greeted politely, faintly feeling that something was strange about the situation, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was off.

The man in front turned to An Xiaotu and flashed a smile as warm as spring sunshine. He said gracefully, “Call me Xiao Han. Calling me Mr. Mu feels too formal. I’ll call you Xiaotu too.”

As the saying goes, you don't hit someone who's smiling. An Xiaotu didn't want to refuse, besides, she thought it was just a nickname, so she nodded and said 'mm'.

Mu Xiao Han was very good at chatting and knew how to make girls happy. Lao An watched their interaction silently from the side, feeling very satisfied in his heart.

We arrived at the restaurant.

Halfway through the meal, Old An suddenly excused himself, saying he had an urgent matter to attend to. Before leaving, he also reminded Mu Xiaohan to remember to safely send An Xiao Rabbit home.

An Xiaotu gradually understood that this situation was a bit like a blind date.

The problem is that she's now a married woman, and Grandpa knows full well there's a little bun in the oven.

What on earth was grandpa thinking

"Little bunny, is the food not to your liking" Mu Xiao Han looked at her distracted expression and asked with a gentle smile.

"No." An Xiaotu shook her head, pondered for a moment, then said with a hint of awkwardness, "Um...Mr. Mu, I feel like we're kind of on a blind date right now."

"Haha…" Mu Xiaohan laughed heartily, a playful idea suddenly crossed his mind to tease her, "We are indeed on a blind date now, and I have a good feeling about you, little rabbit."

"Ahem—" An Xiaotu was so startled by his words that her face flushed red. She hurriedly picked up the water on the table and drank it, then after catching her breath, she said, "Mr. Mu, my grandfather didn't tell you that I'm already married"

"Mr. An did tell me that, but Mr. An also said you were already divorced, and I don't mind if you've been married."

"But...no...that is, I already have children." She changed her words in time, not intending to let Mu Xiao Han know the truth about her and Yu Cheng's 'divorce'.

"Oh, it's nothing, I don't mind being a father figure. I fell in love with the little rabbit at first sight, and naturally, I would also love your child."

"..."

An Xiaotu opened her mouth, but couldn't speak; she was truly a product of her Western education, with thoughts far ahead of the times.

After a long pause, she stammered, "But I don't like Mr. Mu."

"It's okay that you don't have love at first sight. Relationships can be cultivated gradually, affections grow over time." Mu Xiao Han looked at her with regular eyes and a particularly soft and tender voice.ittle bit light, I'm going to cook some noodles." 。"An Xiaotu suddenly spoke, then put down her bowl and chopsticks and quickly walked towards the kitchen." 。Little An glared at his dad, silently humm...