After Being Reborn, I Became Explosively Popular Across the Entire Internet CHAPTER 109
Chapter 109: The Beloved YanYan
Lin Qingyan’s household registration was officially moved to the An family, and his surname changed from Lin back to An. From now on, he was officially the youngest son of the An family, and An Nanyi disappeared from the An family’s household registration book.
Lin Qingyan officially changed his name to An Qingyan.
His Weibo nickname also changed from Lin Qingyan to An Qingyan. In less than ten minutes, this news topped the Weibo hot search.
【Wow, Lin Qingyan changed his surname! He really returned to the An family!】
【Ah ah ah ah ah!! My poor son finally got his happy ending! He had a hard time before. I hope he can live happily now that he’s back in his real home!】
【I hope future father-in-law, mother-in-law, and elder brothers will treat my husband well! I’m giving you all a New Year’s greeting in advance!!】
【Anyone who even eats a few peanuts wouldn’t be this drunk. Because of your comment, YanYan hugged me and comforted me for half an hour. Shy jpg.】
【An Nanyi hahaha I want to laugh so much! It’s self-inflicted, deserved, and just deserts!!!】
【Is it just me, or is the An family too heartless? They raised him for nineteen years. Even if there’s no blood relation, they can’t just abandon him, right?】
【Wow, such a big saint upstairs! Don’t you need to use your brain? If you like arguing so much, go play mahjong.】
【Those saying the An family is cruel are making me laugh. Can you guys try to empathize? If your son was switched at birth, and the adopted son was an ungrateful person, constantly trying to harm your biological son, what would you do?】
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The fact proved that most netizens were on the An family’s side.
An Nanyi had almost disappeared from the public eye. In the previously aired episodes of Mingri Xingchen, he was given mosaics, and his Weibo account was deleted.
Even with all the online buzz, the An family didn’t pay much attention and were largely unaffected.
The An family villa was more lively than Chinese New Year today, celebrating Lin Qingyan’s official return to the An family.
No, it should be An Qingyan now.
An Fu and An Mu had originally planned a grand banquet, inviting relatives, friends, and business associates.
An Jing also planned to invite friends from the industry. He had a wide network of contacts, knowing many famous directors, screenwriters, and A-list actors and actresses. He wanted to introduce them to his younger brother.
An Yu, the second brother, was a bit troubled. He only knew useless rich second-generation kids who only ate, drank, played, and chased girls. He could call a whole fleet of cars to support An Qingyan, ensuring his brother was the coolest kid on the street.
An Qingyan just thought: “…”
This was a bit too extravagant. There was no need to make such a big fuss.
An Fu, An Mu, and his older brothers had to give up on their plans.
In the end, they only held a small family gathering. Song Shuman’s parents and older brother and sister-in-law—An Qingyan’s grandparents and aunt and uncle, along with his cousins—had come back from overseas especially for this occasion.
An Lingkang was an only child; his parents had passed away a few years ago.
Gu Fei dropped An Qingyan off at the An family and left. Although An Fu and An Mu had invited him, this was an internal family gathering, and he understood the boundaries.
Becoming a member of the An family’s inner circle… a long road ahead.
An Qingyan was the star of the gathering and the center of attention, especially for his grandparents and aunt’s family, who were seeing him for the first time.
The young man was naturally handsome and charming, the kind of young person that elders loved. His well-mannered demeanor won everyone’s favor.
“This child looks so much like Shuman! They’re like two peas in a pod,” his grandmother said, holding her grandson’s hand, her eyes already teary. She carefully examined An Qingyan’s features, her eyes filled with love.
“My dear grandson, Grandma has heard you suffered a lot. My heart aches so much I can’t eat. I’ve been thinking about you all the time. Now that I finally see you, I’m even more heartbroken. You’re so thin.”
“It’s okay, Grandma. Aren’t I home now? Mom, Dad, and my brothers are all very good to me. I’m very happy.” The young man’s eyes held a gentle smile as he wiped away the tears on his grandmother’s face.
The grandmother wept with joy, holding An Qingyan’s hand tightly. “Oh, Grandma’s good grandson.”
His grandfather seemed like a rather stern old man. Although he was over seventy, he was still energetic. He rarely spoke, but his eyes showed love for An Qingyan. His way of expressing affection was by feeding his grandson.
He had brought many snacks that young people loved from overseas, thinking the child was too thin and wanting him to eat more.
Since it was the elderly’s kindness, An Qingyan couldn’t refuse. His mouth never stopped, and he had to keep his grandfather happy, smiling sweetly. “It’s delicious, thank you, Grandpa.”
“If it’s delicious, eat more. Eat your fill.” A smile finally appeared on his grandfather’s stern face.
“Dad, don’t let YanYan eat so many snacks. He still has to eat dinner later.”
This time, it was An Qingyan’s uncle who spoke. He looked kind, still handsome and charming despite being middle-aged. He must have been a heartthrob when he was young.
His grandfather didn’t listen. “He wants to eat, so let him eat.”
They say that when people get old, they become like children again. There was a hint of stubbornness and rebellion in his grandfather’s voice.
An Yu came over.
“Grandpa, you’re so biased! Why don’t you tell me to eat more? Aren’t I your favorite grandson?” An Yu, a straightforward man, always spoke this way, acting coquettishly without any shame.
His grandfather was probably used to it and didn’t fall for it. He tapped his forehead and snorted, “I haven’t seen your mouth stop. Do you need me to tell you to eat?”
An Yu was the family comedian, and everyone couldn’t help but laugh. He wiped away non-existent tears, dramatically wailing, “I’ve fallen out of favor!”
“Let’s be honest, you’ve never been favored,” An Jing quipped.
This remark earned a round of laughter. An Qingyan couldn’t help but laugh, immediately receiving An Yu’s complaint, “YanYan, you’re laughing at your second brother, too!”
An Qingyan: “I’m not.”
His second brother: “You are!”
An Qingyan: “Really not.”
His second brother: “Let’s all judge fairly!”
Everyone cooperated with the childish An Yu, saying in unison, “He’s not.”
An Yu: “…”
He couldn’t stay in this house any longer.
An Yu looked at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle, feeling melancholy for less than two minutes before he couldn’t keep it up and started jumping around again, realizing he was needed to liven the atmosphere. He was an indispensable member of the family.
Seeing the happy, carefree smile on his younger brother’s face, he felt emotional. His precious younger brother should be spoiled. He would never forget the pitiful little child who was once homeless and wandering the streets.
After the jokes, the grandfather was the first to take out his bank card, wanting to give it to his grandson. An Qingyan quickly refused.
The old man immediately frowned, saying不容拒絕地說道: “YanYan, this is your spending money from Grandpa. You have to take it.”
“Grandpa, really no need. You keep it,” An Qingyan said, feeling awkward. He subconsciously looked towards his parents, seeking help.
Song Shuman didn’t persuade her father, instead urging her son. She smiled, “YanYan, just take it. Your grandpa has plenty of money. He’ll be happy if you take it.”
Since his mother said so, and the old man was insistent, An Qingyan had no choice but to accept it, thinking it probably wouldn’t be much spending money.
But he hadn’t expected the gift-giving to end there. After his grandfather, it was his grandmother’s turn—another bank card, also as spending money for her grandson.
Since he’d accepted his grandfather’s, he had to accept his grandmother’s too, or the old lady would be unhappy.
His uncle couldn’t hold back any longer. He only had one sister, Song Shuman, and had always doted on her. He also genuinely liked this well-behaved nephew.
“YanYan, since Grandpa and Grandma have given you spending money, Uncle will give you something else.” He had prepared a gift before coming. He took out a property deed from his bag, “Uncle is giving you a small villa. You’re the owner.”
He spoke casually, as if he weren’t giving away a house but a head of cabbage.
An Qingyan: “…”
He was completely dumbfounded, stunned for a moment, unsure of what to say. Just then, his uncle’s son, his cousin, spoke up:
“Um… since you have a house, maybe you need a car?” He took out a brand-new car key and placed it in his younger cousin’s hand, smiling, “Cousin is giving you a car. A little something. You have to accept it.”
“You have a car, but maybe you’re missing a watch. Then your cousin will give you a wristwatch.” His cousin spoke, directly putting a limited-edition luxury brand watch on his younger cousin’s wrist, “My taste is great! It suits you perfectly.”
An Qingyan: “…”
Poverty truly limited his imagination.
He was overwhelmed, nervously swallowing, weakly saying, “I appreciate everyone’s kindness, but these gifts are too expensive. I can’t accept them…”
“No, you have to accept them.”
“YanYan, we’ll be happy if you accept them.”
“YanYan, just accept them.”
“…” Helpless, An Qingyan could only accept these expensive gifts. He felt guilty, but mostly happy—not because of the gifts themselves.
He was truly happy because he had gained this family affection.
Before, he had never dared to dream of such a day.
If this were a dream, he wished he’d never wake up.
