Chapter 3 Father's First Love

An Qian staggered back to the private room, picked up her bag, turned around and left.

Sitting in the car, when the designated driver arrived, An Qian covered her face and felt a little sad.

After all, Fang Zhihua was her first love.

But An Qian didn't regret breaking up with him, because the relationship between the two had long been out of control.

When he was about to graduate from university, Fang Zhihua always asked An Qian to arrange work for him.

An Qian didn't even rely on her family to find a job. How could he, Fang Zhihua, ask her to help him find a job?

After all, the reason why Fang Zhihua was willing to kiss Qin Xiaoman just now was probably that he had a crush on her family background and hoped that she would arrange a job for him.

Well, man is like this.

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An Qian thought she would suffer from insomnia after breaking up with Fang Zhihua, but she didn't.

She was wowing Jing up by the ringing of her phone until noon.

Covering her face with the quilt, An Qian reached out to touch it, and finally got the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Who is it?"

"An, come to the hospital quickly. Your father had a car accident. He is dying!"

Hearing her mother's cry, An Qian suddenly woke up!

She didn't have time to freshen up. She just put on her sweatshirt and jeans and went out.

The car was speeding, and An Qian's heart was a little messy.

In fact, she had been particularly close to her father since she was a child. The picture of her riding on his neck and being held high by him was fixed in many photos.

Even if he had a son named An Zeyu, An Jiefeng still loved his daughter very much.

When did the relationship between the father and the daughter get worse?

Three years ago, An Jiefeng's first love suddenly appeared, and that woman had a daughter, one year older than An Qian.

Then some people gossiped that the woman's child was An Jiefeng's.

For this reason, An Qian angrily questioned her father. At that time, he didn't say yes or no. Instead, he sighed that he felt sorry for his first love.

The conversation between the father and the daughter ended in discord.

Later, that woman even entered the company of the An family, which completely became the shadow of the family. It made the delicate Jiang Mei often wash her face with tears, and it also made An Qian hate her father more.

Cheating, irresponsible, fickle and selfish.

As a result, it had been a long time since An Qian sat down and chatted with her father.

Now it seemed that there might be no such a chance in the future.

When she arrived at the door of the ward, An Qian stopped. She hated her father, but more importantly, she loved him and had a strong expectation for him.

Behind this door, perhaps it was the end of her love and expectation.

The door was pushed open and a little boy in a black school uniform came out. He came to An Qian and held her hand. "Sister, dad is waiting for you."

The boy's features were similar to An Qian's. Because he was too young, he had baby fat on his face.

However, his eyes were very calm, precocious and wise. He had a genius brain and won an international prize in math last year.

Looking at her precocious and sensible brother, An Qian nodded and followed him into the ward.

An Jiefeng was going to die.

He used to be high-spirited in the business world, but now he was lying on the bed with a pale face. The air was mixed with the smell of disinfectant and blood, stimulating people's sense of smell.

Sitting next to him, Jiang Mei had already cried her face out. She held An Jiefeng's hand and bit her lips.

An Qian knew that when that woman appeared, her mother had quarreled with her father, cried and disappointed.

But now that he was going to die, nothing was worth mentioning in front of life and death.

An Jiefeng looked up at his daughter with difficulty and said gently, "An is here."