The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

”Call that idiot in Qingshan County.”

The head of the An Family was burning with rage. He was here, trying every trick in the book to build a connection with Xia Qiuming, and what does An Mingjiang do? His son actually goes after the man’s nephew.

Xia Qiuming treated that nephew better than his own son.

He might not even be so protective of his own son, but he absolutely doted on this nephew.

’That idiot, An Mingjiang.’

He’d sent the man to that backwater place precisely because he was a fool. To think that even after being exiled so far away, that idiot could still cause trouble for him.

’Just brilliant.’

An Mingjiang was sitting in his office, writing a message to the main family. He wanted to report that everything was fine on his end and that he was performing well, hoping they would transfer him back soon.

But just as he’d written a few lines, the phone rang.

He picked it up and heard the voice of the An Family Master on the other end.

Hearing that voice, An Mingjiang grew incredibly excited.

Although he was a member of the An Family, the head of the family was his Second Uncle. His own father was the eldest brother, while his Second Uncle was the one in charge. Below them was a Third Uncle.

He wasn’t his father’s only child, either; he also had an older sister.

He had been transferred here by his Second Uncle because An Dongyang had gotten a woman pregnant. Even then, he hadn’t been granted a meeting with his uncle.

His Second Uncle had never called him once since he arrived. So how could An Mingjiang not be thrilled to hear his voice now?

’Could it be that Second Uncle knows how diligently I’ve been working and is finally transferring me back?’

If that was the case, there was no need to finish this letter.

He exclaimed excitedly, ”Second Uncle.”

”You idiot.”

A furious curse came from the other end of the line.

An Mingjiang was speechless.

”Look at the mess you’ve made! Who told your son to go after Leng Yuan? I’m warning you, that’s not someone you can afford to provoke! If I find out you’re causing me trouble again, you can just get the hell out of the An Family!”

An Mingjiang was speechless.

From start to finish, he hadn’t managed to get a single word in before the line went dead.

An Mingjiang was completely dumbfounded.

’When did my son go after Leng Yuan?’

’And who is Leng Yuan?’

Although he didn’t know the specifics of what had happened, An Mingjiang knew one thing: his son had caused trouble again. This time it was serious enough for his Second Uncle to call him personally.

「In the An Family estate in Beijing.」

After chewing out An Mingjiang, the An Family Master was still seething. He called his older brother and briefly mentioned the situation with Xia Qiuming.

When the man heard that his own grandson had offended Xia Qiuming, his vision went black, and he almost fainted.

But that was his only grandson. He had no choice but to try and plead with his younger brother.

After hanging up, he called his own son and gave him a furious scolding.

An Mingjiang had just hung up with his Second Uncle and was about to go home and ask An Dongyang who Leng Yuan was.

Before he could even leave, he received a call from his own father.

His father was even angrier, unleashing a torrent of abuse. An Mingjiang waited until his father had exhausted himself before finally asking a question.

”Dad, who is Xia Qiuming? And who is Leng Yuan?”

This enraged Mr. An even more. He berated him over the phone for another half hour before finally telling him who Xia Qiuming was and what Leng Yuan’s relationship with him was.

After getting the full story, An Mingjiang nearly fainted himself.

’That disgraceful son of mine actually caused such a huge disaster!’

After hanging up, An Mingjiang didn’t hesitate. He left his office and went straight home.

He stormed back in a fury, startling Mrs. An, who was in the middle of crying. She looked up at An Mingjiang, her eyes red and swollen, a bewildered expression on her face.

”What’s wrong with you?”

An Mingjiang didn’t even take off his coat, nor did he notice that something was off with Mrs. An on the sofa. He just spoke in a grim voice.

”Where is An Dongyang!”

”He’s upstairs. He...”

Mrs. An was still feeling sorry for her son and was about to complain, but An Mingjiang gave her no chance. He grabbed a feather duster and stormed upstairs.