The Rejected Heiress's Possesive Tycoon Husband-Chapter 33: Giving An Yan a Way Out

What did An Yan mean by that?

Is she saying I’m stupid? An Shimeng thought, and this time, she truly burst into tears. She made no sound, just let large teardrops fall.

An Yaoluo felt a pang in his heart. He took a tissue and handed it to her, then said to An Yan in a stern voice, "The President of Luocheng University is away on an exchange visit, but once he gets back, I’ll talk to him immediately."

"Once it’s settled, you’ll be a freshman too."

He wanted to remind An Yan, If you can’t achieve something yourself, don’t use it to belittle others.

An Yan didn’t catch the hidden meaning in An Yaoluo’s words; after all, she’d started publishing papers at the age of sixteen.

What she focused on was another point. "I’ve said it before, I’ll handle my school arrangements myself."

"Yanyan, you..." An Yaoluo’s brow furrowed into a tight knot. After a moment, he softened his tone. "Fine, then tell me, how have you arranged it?"

An Yan’s face turned cold as she looked at An Yaoluo. "You don’t trust me. That’s why I won’t tell you!"

An Yaoluo was speechless. Is this really about trust? he thought. Even with his title as President of the An Group, he hadn’t managed to speak directly with the President of Luocheng University. Yet here she was, a girl fresh from the countryside, casually saying she had arranged everything. He really didn’t know what to say!

"Alright, let’s say you’ve arranged it all. So, once you enroll, you’ll be a freshman too. Do you have a way to publish a paper right after you arrive at the university?"

Only then did An Yan realize. Ah, so Big Brother suddenly turned hostile because I hit An Shimeng’s sore spot! she thought. Well then, I’ll just poke it again.

"Yes, I can," she stated. ƒreewebɳovel.com

An Yaoluo was speechless again. How on earth did Grandfather Luo teach Yanyan these past few years to turn her into such a braggart! he fumed internally.

An Shimeng hadn’t expected An Yan to be so brazen! She immediately declared, "Sister, if you really can publish a paper, I’ll give you all the money I’ve saved over the years!"

I absolutely cannot let An Yan have a chance to retract her statement! An Shimeng resolved.

An Yan, seeing her go-for-broke expression, asked curiously, "How much money have you saved over these years?"

An Shimeng replied without hesitation, "Twenty million!"

An Yan gave her a thoughtful look. "If I remember correctly, you’ve been spending money ever since you came to our house, right? How did you save up this twenty million?"

An Shimeng froze.

An Yaoluo interjected, "Yanyan, that’s Mengmeng’s New Year’s money and allowance."

"Hmm, she came to our family when she was five, and she’s nineteen this year. So, in fourteen years, her allowance and New Year’s money add up to twenty million, right?" An Yan’s voice was calm. "But Big Brother, you only started giving me red envelopes for New Year’s five years ago, and it was ten thousand each time!"

An Yaoluo paused, then said, "I also started giving Mengmeng ten thousand a year five years ago!"

An Yaoluo frowned. He gave An Shimeng ten thousand a year in New Year’s money, and their father did the same. Even if Bai Xiaoyun gave her more, Bai Xiaoyun was on salary from the An Group. If she gave all her salary to An Shimeng as New Year’s money and allowance, it would only be three hundred thousand a year at most. So, how did An Shimeng manage to save twenty million? An Yaoluo wondered.

An Shimeng panicked. She frantically racked her brain and finally blurted out an excuse, "What do you mean, Sister? The money I saved isn’t just from Big Brother’s New Year’s gifts! I have a mother, an uncle, and an aunt. Why couldn’t I save that much money?"

An Yaoluo initially believed her, but he soon realized the problem. Bai Xiaoyun wasn’t on good terms with her own family. Although she took An Shimeng to visit them every year, An Shimeng always returned in tears. How much New Year’s money could someone who gets bullied at her maternal grandmother’s house possibly receive?

An Yan took in all of An Yaoluo’s changing expressions. He’s already suspicious, she thought, her mood improving considerably. A faint smile playing on her lips, she said to An Shimeng, "Alright, let’s just say this money is your savings. Then it’s settled. After I publish my paper, you give me the twenty million!"

"And if you don’t publish?" An Shimeng asked through clenched teeth.

"Then I’ll give you twenty million!"

"And where would your twenty million come from?" An Shimeng thought she had found a loophole.

An Yan smiled. "Did you watch the video of the Lin Family calling off the engagement? The medicine I gave Lin Shang is worth tens of millions. You don’t think I only have that little bit of medicine, do you?"

An Shimeng was rendered speechless. While watching the video, she had tried hard to convince herself that those medicines were just herbs An Yan’s grandfather had picked from the mountains. An Yan was shameless, pricing herbs she foraged herself so exorbitantly! In any case, she was convinced An Yan was just a poor country bumpkin! But now, An Yan was flaunting her wealth right in her face! This is infuriating!

"It’s a deal!" An Shimeng emphasized through clenched teeth. "You must be the first author!"

An Yan asked innocently, "What’s a first author?" The papers she published always had only her name as the author.

An Shimeng, who had been furious, almost burst out laughing. She doesn’t even know what a ’first author’ is, yet she dares to make such boasts?

An Yaoluo felt both irritated and amused. "A first author is the person who personally conducts the experiments, analyzes the results and data, and writes the first draft of the paper. They are the core, key figure of the paper!"

An Shimeng added, "If you merely looked up some information, refined some data, or corrected a few typos, you can’t be considered the first author."

"Understood." An Yan nodded. No wonder the paper she edited for the President of Luocheng University had such a long list of names. So, they were all just nominal authors!

"How about this, An Shimeng? Let’s raise the stakes!" An Yan slowly dangled the bait. "If I publish a paper during my freshman year, you give me twenty million. If *you* publish a paper during your freshman year, I’ll give you fifty million! How about that?"

An Shimeng immediately started calculating. Would An Yan really be so generous as to offer her fifty million? Don’t tell me it’s because she can’t write a paper herself and wants to drag me down to share the humiliation? Ha! An Yan is dead wrong this time. I, An Shimeng, have a secret weapon! Any single paper from that notebook could stun the academic world. Since it’s a chance for both fame and fortune, why wouldn’t I take it? After weighing her options, An Shimeng nodded decisively. "Alright! We’ll do it your way. A promise is a promise!"

"Cannot be unmade!" An Yan spurred An Shimeng on. Once An Shimeng agreed, An Yan immediately looked at An Yaoluo. "Big Brother, you be our witness!"

An Shimeng, also afraid An Yan would renege, quickly chimed in, "Big Brother, please!"

An Yaoluo’s thoughts mirrored An Shimeng’s. He also believed An Yan was deliberately trying to drag An Shimeng down to cover her own embarrassment at not being able to write a paper. Mengmeng is so academically gifted. Ever since she was young, she’s always been able to achieve anything she set her mind to. As for Yanyan... how could a child raised in the countryside possibly compare to Mengmeng, who benefited from an elite education?

"Yanyan, let’s just drop this. We’re family; it doesn’t matter who wins or loses." He offered An Yan an out, hoping she would be sensible enough to take it.

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