Chapter 5 She Is Just an Outsider

At the dining table on the first floor, An Shijue sat in the main seat. After all, he is now the head of the An family, and even his father An Zhengyang cannot surpass him.

When Cheng Anyue came down, all the An family members were seated, and she was the only one who had not arrived yet.

She received several unfriendly looks as soon as she came down, although she didn't know why.

The only remaining seat was the one next to An Shijue, which was also the seat where Cheng Anyue used to sit. She didn't want to sit there at all, but she didn't dare to disobey that person.

She walked to An Shijue and was about to sit down, and heard Chen Rong across from her say: "When did our An family have such a rule that we have to wait for an outsider to arrive before we can start eating."

Cheng Anyue's body stiffened and she lowered her head even more. Yes, she was just an outsider, but she enjoyed special treatment that others, even the An family members, could not enjoy.

She felt guilty and ashamed.

She pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry, I..."

"I didn't invite you here." A cold voice suddenly interrupted her. An Shijue's dark and cold eyes swept over everyone at the table, "So, either eat quietly or... get out!"

The corners of his lips were thin, and his words were even colder and more ruthless. The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly condensed, and everyone at the table looked a little unhappy, with anger looming.

Chen Rong's face changed and she looked at her husband An Chongyang.

An Chongyang's words have never had much weight in the An family. At this time, he chose to keep his head down and not speak. After all, he couldn't afford to offend this nephew.

Chen Rong felt a little disappointed. If he had a little courage, he wouldn't have been taken away from the position of the head of the family by An Shijue and his son one after another.

He couldn't do it, so she had to do it.

Chen Rong glanced at An Zhengyang, whose face was livid, and frowned at An Shijue and said, "Shijue, it doesn't matter if you drive us away. After all, our uncle and aunt have never been important in your eyes, but your father is here. You are not filial to say this. No matter what, you can't ignore family affection."

This statement hit An Zhengyang's sore spot. He was driven off the stage by his own son, and now he has to look at his son's face even when he returns to the An family. This makes him lose face in public.

"This is the An family. I am your father. You have no right to drive me away." An Zhengyang looked at An Shijue and said coldly.

An Shijue glanced at him, without any emotion in his eyes, as if he was not looking at his father, but an insignificant stranger.

"Do you want me to prove whether I am qualified?" An Shijue looked at him coldly, "An Yuan, send the guest away."

An Zhengyang's face turned pale, he stood up and glared at An Shijue, "You dare to do it for real..."

"What I say and do is always real." An Shijue said indifferently, "If you want to eat, sit down. Don't say a word except eating."

He didn't look at the ugly faces of An Zhengyang and others. He picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly with an elegant posture. He was a natural aristocrat.

Cheng Anyue had experienced this kind of tense dinner before. Often at this time, she would choose to be a transparent person.

She held the chopsticks, lowered her head, and ate the dishes in front of her.

An Zhengyang saw that An Shijue didn't take him seriously at all, and his anger surged to the extreme. In the past, he would have walked away long ago, but this time, he had something to ask him, so he had to swallow his anger and sit down and continue to eat this cowardly dinner.