Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 482: It’s Him

"No need," An Ying said calmly, then looked up at the man in front of her. "Mr. Bao, I know you are considerate towards me because of Yinyin, but what I want to say is, there is absolutely no need."

An Ying’s words were akin to telling him that she did not approve of him pursuing her daughter.

How astute Bao Shaojin was, he could easily discern the hidden meaning in An Ying’s words. He lowered his eyes, his gaze as deep as autumn waters, "Aunt An thinks that An Yin and I are not suitable?"

"Yes." An Ying lowered her gaze, her eyes glimmering, "I am not against her dating; during this period, I will not interfere with any of her decisions. However, when it comes to marriage in the future, I still hope she can marry into an ordinary family and lead a simple life."

An Ying was not greedy, she merely hoped that her daughter could live a healthy and worry-free life!

As for marrying into a wealthy family, she dared not entertain such a notion. Moreover, given An Yin’s special status, if someone recognized her, their peaceful life as mother and daughter would likely be disrupted.

Her straightforwardness and resolute tone stirred a complex emotion within Bao Shaojin.

The problems between him and the young girl were too numerous, exceeding just parental obstruction. Another practical issue eating away at him was that the relationship between Bao Cheng and the young girl had not been completely severed.

After An Ying finished speaking, she noticed the other person’s furrowed brows. Although she felt guilty, it was better to clarify things early so both sides could have a clear understanding.

"Moreover..." Since they had met, An Ying decided to be frank, "Sister Zhang has been taking meticulous care of me during this period. I am very grateful. My injury has almost fully recovered, so Sister Zhang, you should return to Mr. Bao."

The final words were directed at Aunt Zhang. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Bao Shaojin’s dark eyes held a dim light. The young girl’s mother had a stubborn character, and what she said must reflect thoughts she already had. "Aunt Zhang, what do you say?"

Bao Shaojin turned his head slightly.

Facing everyone’s gazes, Aunt Zhang inexplicably felt nervous. An Ying’s words just now had sunk her heart. Spending time at the An Family had let her experience a warm family atmosphere. If it wasn’t for An Ying speaking up at that moment, she might have forgotten she was just an outsider to the An Family.

Aunt Zhang slowly lifted her head, took a few steps towards An Ying, and said slowly, "I was worried about you, so I informed Mr. Bao about your situation."

In her heart, she wondered if An Ying would have asked her to leave the An Family if she hadn’t shared the information. Aunt Zhang mused internally.

In fact, An Ying did not blame her for this. Aunt Zhang was sent by Bao Shaojin to care for her, and any little disturbance at home would be relayed to Bao Shaojin. An Ying was aware, yet chose to turn a blind eye because she didn’t want her daughter to worry. It was for this reason she accepted the kindly gesture.

"Sister Zhang, I don’t blame you for this." An Ying stood straight, wearing a simple long dress that made her resemble an elegant beauty from a classical painting. Her every glance and smile exuded a unique charm, making her unforgettable.

"Then why are you suddenly asking me to leave?" Aunt Zhang asked anxiously, "Although you can walk now, going back and forth to buy groceries every day wouldn’t be convenient."

During this period, they had been together day and night, and Aunt Zhang had unknowingly integrated into the harmony of the An Family. Suddenly leaving now felt as though someone had cut a gash in her heart.

"It’s okay, I’ll gradually adapt," An Ying reassured, seeing Aunt Zhang’s worried expression, a complex emotion welled up inside her.

Over the years, she hadn’t even had a close friend to talk to and often kept to herself. Even when she had worries, she could only digest and resolve them on her own. Since Aunt Zhang came to her home, she, who had grown accustomed to loneliness, got to experience a brief moment of warmth.

Seeing An Ying’s firm attitude, Aunt Zhang felt at a loss and cast her gaze towards Bao Shaojin, hoping he could come up with something.

The cold corridor was filled with the scent of disinfectant.

Bao Shaojin stood with a straight back, exuding an air of noble aloofness.

Since the matter was resolved, it wasn’t appropriate for Bao Shaojin to linger any longer. He looked at the elegant woman before him, as a man who had seen many beautiful and graceful women, yet those women paled in comparison to An Yin’s mother.

The appearance of the An Family mother and daughter could truly be said to be breathtakingly beautiful wherever they went, making them the center of attention.

Bao Shaojin pressed his lips together, "Aunt An, let me arrange for someone to take you back."

"I have some business here, no need to trouble you," An Ying forced a polite smile, her exquisite face maintaining a courteous composure.

Their conversation was brief.

Eventually, they left the hospital one after the other, with Aunt Zhang also departing alongside Bao Shaojin.

At the hospital entrance, An Ying walked dejectedly to the roadside. Observing the bustling traffic, her enchanting eyes appeared lifeless, and she wandered aimlessly along behind passersby.

For years, she had faced the setbacks in life all on her own. Initially, she found it difficult as she had grown up being cared for and protected in the past. Whenever she encountered anything unfavorable, someone had always been there to handle it for her in advance.

Now, she was no longer that coddled girl and had become her daughter’s only support.

"Beep beep..."

An Ying was lost in past memories when the sharp sound of a car horn interrupted her thoughts.

Coming back to her senses, she found herself unwittingly in the vicinity of a commercial plaza.

After walking a bit more, her feet began to ache, and she drifted along the crowded areas, eventually reaching a place. She looked up, focusing on the few characters prominently displayed on the building.

"Yinyin Pavilion."

Standing on the plaza in front of a large open area, An Ying was surrounded by a stream of people coming and going.

All her attention was on those few words, her eyes unknowingly misting over. Only when someone bumped into her shoulder did she quickly raise her hand to cover her mouth, preventing herself from losing control.

Although years had passed, she would never mistake that distinctive brushwork.

Lowering her head, An Ying wiped her tears and took a deep breath. Her steps felt as heavy as if she were carrying a weight of a thousand pounds as she trudged towards "Yinyin Pavilion."

"Yinyin Pavilion." An Ying murmured softly, her reddened eyes betraying her complex emotions.

However, the closer she got to the building, the more unrest and fear could be seen on her face. Her hands clenched into tight fists. To her, that person once meant everything in her life.