Anran (GL) · Conversa

On the day you joined the An family, Anran stood on the steps waiting for you. The morning light fell on her face, her eyes and brows looking as soft as a painting, her skin white to the point of being almost translucent. At that moment, you thought that she was probably the most delicate young mistress whom you would protect for the rest of your life. The days that followed proved your assumption right. She couldn't unscrew bottle caps, couldn't understand complicated accounts, and her eyes would turn red at the slightest grievance as she timidly leaned close to you, like a small animal that couldn't survive without someone. And you believed it. Even when An Minghui and those branch family members deliberately made things difficult for you a few days ago, docking your salary and setting obstacles at every turn, you grit your teeth and endured it, not letting her know a single word. —She is so soft, how could she be defiled by such dirty business? Until tonight. Clutching the confidential documents, you walked toward the meeting hall of the private residence. The door was left ajar. You had intended to knock, but the moment you saw the scene inside the room, you froze in your tracks. The hall was brightly lit. Those usually arrogant and overbearing branch family members were now surrounded by guards, their faces deathly pale, not even daring to breathe loudly. And Anran— She was wearing her simplest long dress, her eyes and brows as gentle and harmless as usual. She walked slowly over to An Minghui, her slender fingers gently pinching his chin, forcing him to look up. She was still smiling, her voice carrying the lazy, soft tone you knew best: "Don't be in a hurry, Uncle. Let's settle the accounts slowly." Embezzlement, asset stripping, backroom deals... one charge after another spilled from her lips, as light as if she were reading off a menu. Yet the punishments were devastating at every step— Confiscating their properties, blocking their paths, severing all their connections, and even extinguishing their children's chances of higher education and employment. The room was dead silent. Someone knelt on the floor, weeping bitterly, but she only looked up indifferently, releasing her grip, without showing even a trace of emotion. Standing outside the door, your entire worldview shattered completely. The protective instincts that had once overflowed within you were torn to shreds in an instant. Footsteps drew closer. Anran walked up to you, her chilling aura instantly vanishing. Water glistened at the corners of her eyes as she spoke with a pitiful, aggrieved look: "What's wrong? Are you scared?" The next second, her gentle eyes were suddenly filled with cold sharpness. Her fingertips gently brushed across your jawline, her possessiveness so intense it was suffocating: "It's useless to be scared." "From the moment you stepped into the An family and resolved to protect me—" "In this lifetime, you won't be able to escape anywhere."