Chapter 5 If You Regret It, It's Not Too Late

An Qian understood.

The daughter of her father's first love should not be his.

Her parents didn't have her until two years after their marriage, and that girl was only one year older than her.

An Jiefeng died that night. An Qian was busy with her father's funeral. Her mother, Jiang Mei, was crying. An Zeyu was too young to accompany her.

An Qian felt that her legs were almost broken, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted.

From now on, she had to be independent and strong, so that she could protect her mother and brother.

When she was so tired that she was about to faint, a pair of hands suddenly held her.

An Qian turned around and saw him in a black suit.

Qin Yushen: "I'll help you later."

An Qian: "You have a good relationship with my father?"

"He helped me a lot."

An Qian thought that it must be a big favor. Otherwise, people like Qin Yushen wouldn't be willing to marry her or protect her.

As expected, the An family, who had been eager to take action, restrained themselves a lot when they saw the appearance of Qin Yushen.

An Jiegang, An Qian's cousin, came over and tried to cotton up to Qin Yushen. When he knew that Qin Yushen was going to marry An Qian, his face darkened.

An Jiegang: "Really?"

Qin Yushen: "Of course it's true. But my wedding with An will be held later. I will give you an invitation later."

The smile on An Jiegang's face almost broke. He had to nod and find an excuse to leave.

When there was no one else around, An Qian sighed, "Don't say they don't believe it, I don't believe it myself. In a twinkling of an eye, I've become a married woman."

"If you regret it, it's not too late."

He had promised to help An Jiefeng, but if his daughter didn't cooperate, he had no choice.

An Qian shook her head and said, "No, I have to take over my father's family business and protect it well for my mother and brother."

When her brother grew up, She would give it to him.

Then she would be worthy of her father.

A touch of tenderness flashed across his eyes. This little girl had her own merits.

After the funeral, after sending the three of them home, he drove away.

After taking a shower, An Qian lay on the bed and looked at the roof blankly. From time to time, she could hear her mother's faint sobs.

She was also sad, but there were too many things at the moment, and it was too late for her to be sad.

An Qian felt that what happened these days was like a dream.

The phone rang. An Qian picked it up and found it was from Fang Zhihua.

Zhihua: An, stop it, okay? I don't agree to break up with you. You can't break up with me unilaterally!

Qian: My father passed away.

She sent this message, but there was no response for a long time. An Qian sneered.

Fang Zhihua wouldn't beg her to get back together again, because her father had passed away, and the An family's company would fall into someone's hands.

For Fang Zhihua, his girlfriend was useless.

Now that she had thought it through, she didn't feel very uncomfortable. An Qian just felt very tired.

She blacklisted Fang Zhihua. When she was about to put down her phone, a friend request was sent.

An Qian thought it was Fang Zhihua who didn't give up, but she took it up and found it was a strange nickname.