"An Xiuling is my only child!"
Overwhelmed by this news, the guests gasped in surprise.
Lan Wu Cheng pulled An Xiuling in his chest, taking notice how her body sway.
"Listen carefully, sweetheart. Dad will put everything into light." He rubbed her shoulder in reassurance. An Xiuling did not pull away. Lan Wu Cheng's warmth comforts her troubled heart.
"None of the children my wife gave birth to are fathered by me, but a man she had an affair with since the beginning of our marriage! My daughter, Xiuling, may have not come from my official wife, she's still my flesh and blood nonetheless! She's the real eldest miss of my An family, and my only heir!"
An Qi Sheng, when he found out everything, wanted to beat himself. He swore that if he ever find his daughter, An Xiuling, he will kneel down and knock his head on the ground to ask for forgiveness.
All this time, he had neglected his real child and polished the children that wild woman brought to his family.