Boss Level Face-Slapping Specialist [Quick Transmigration]

Counterattack of the Poor Bamboo Horse (6)

Ji Yuxin lowered her head, her eyes gleaming with joy. Yan Yaru glanced at her, took a deep breath, stood up and bowed to Yan father and Yan mother, and stopped moving, "Dad and Mom, thank you for your 18 years of teaching. I know you are doing me well, but I... after all, my surname is Ji. I think it's the best choice to go to you all. Please don't blame me."

Mother Yan heard her choking sound, her eyes flushed, but she paid the most attention to etiquette, she didn't lose her temper in front of outsiders, she just lowered her eyes to suppress the waves in her heart. Father Yan was silent for a moment and nodded, "Okay, Dad respects your choice, and you also remember that even if we are not related by blood, you are our daughter."

Yan Yaru's tears fell silently to the ground. She blinked, stood up slowly, and replied, "I'm going to pack things." She politely said to the four elders that she was unaccompanied and straightened her back. Walked upstairs. Her etiquette is strictly taught by her mother, and she naturally does not allow herself to be rude in front of others. Even if she is not the little princess of this family, she has her own pride.

Both father Ji and mother Ji were a little excited. They did not expect that Yan Yaru would be willing to go with them. It is easy to change from frugality to luxury, and it is difficult to change from luxury to frugality. Everyone understands the truth. Now that her daughter is willing to go home with them, does it mean she also wants to Get along with them?

The faces of Yan's father and Yan's mother are ugly. They are busy with work and have only given birth to one daughter these years. Seeing that Yan Yaru is good enough, they train Yan Yaru to be the heir of the Yan family, and only wait for Yan Yaru to graduate from university before joining the company to help. But now they are changing back to Ji Yuxin. Their years of hard work has been in vain. Psychologically, they are not satisfied with Ji Yuxin. What's more, how can Ji Yuxin be so big?

Thinking of this, they felt a bit dissatisfied with the Ji family giving birth, and they were also teaching their daughters. How could the Ji family teach their daughters like this! How could it be so unfair to exchange a good Yan Yaru for such a daughter? However, they would not do things like disputes with the Ji family, and there is no point in mentioning them. They can only think about how to teach Ji Yaru, after all, no matter how good Yan Yaru is, the Yan family cannot pass it on to outsiders.

This is also the reason why they did not speak out to keep Yan Yaru. Both daughters would have too many conflicts at home, and it would be easy for the subordinates and subordinates to lose sight of the direction of the wind. This is indeed the best choice for everyone. Yan Yaru thinks the same way. She understands Yan's father and mother and won't add trouble to them. She knows to advance and retreat.

After Yan Yaru returned to the room, she stood at the door and stayed for a while, and then slowly looked around the room that had lived in it for many years. From now on, this place will no longer belong to her. About to go to a strange environment to get along with strange parents, she was very disturbed, but she knew there was no way out. She picked up the photo of Yan's father and Yan's mother on the bedside table and took a look, put it in the suitcase, and put a thick photo album on the bookshelf in it, as a memory, and took two sets of the cheapest in the closet. She didn't take any of the clothes, the books she studied, other things and the valuable jewelry in the drawer. Those that did not belong to her belonged to the Yan family's daughter.

She locked the suitcase, and when she looked up, she saw the gifts piled up in the corner. It was a gift from everyone at the eighteenth birthday party that day. She didn't open all of them, and she didn't know what it was. She is actually looking forward to the eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, but these shouldn't belong to her, and it's useless to tear it apart.