Chapter 239 236. Conclusive Evidence
After breakfast, her father was still sitting at the dining table, his brows slightly furrowed, thoughts scattered.
The neighbors outside were always spreading rumors—saying his son was a girl, claiming he had undergone gender reassignment surgery, and some even suggesting a few boys for him to set up with his son. Ridiculous.
Her father couldn’t imagine who would start such rumors, nor could he understand why the neighbors would believe such absurd stories.
But An Han did seem a bit unusual.
Her behavior always carried a feminine subtlety, and when speaking, her girl-like tone combined with soft, delicate gestures even made him feel as if he were talking to a girl.
Then there was the first night she came home… in the middle of the night, when An Han went to the bathroom, he clearly saw the curves of her chest.
Today, he noticed some rises across her chest too, but he was interrupted before he could ask.
Sleeping on An Han’s bed last night, he seemed to have even caught a faint scent of milk…
Rubbing his temples in headache, her father realized that things had been going wrong lately.
His wife argued with him, even threatening divorce; his son showed all sorts of oddities; a matchmaking date he thought would go smoothly had gone awry.
Footsteps came from the stairs, and after lingering upstairs for a while, her mother finally descended.
Even at home, she wore light makeup and, aside from disciplining her younger daughter, always carried herself with grace.
Her father looked up immediately, intending to smile, but remembering the previous misunderstanding about infidelity, his expression stiffened, and he deliberately hummed, “What are you and An Han hiding from me?”
Her mother walked to the table, clearing the dishes An Han had used, smiling as she said, “What could your son possibly be hiding from you?”
“I’m rarely home anyway.”
“You’re well aware of that…”
Her father was caught off guard, awkwardly defending himself: “Making money abroad is easier; I suggested you come with me, but you wouldn’t.”
Her mother rolled her eyes, saying nothing further, though she worried about An Han’s state over the past few days.
Until recently, An Han had been fine—then came the matchmaking…
“Don’t set An Han up with anyone for now.”
Her father didn’t argue, nodding, though a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind: An Han… could she be a girl?
Her mother stiffened while washing dishes: “And if she really is?”
“Impossible,” he dismissed the thought quickly, shaking his head. “Ridiculous.”
“But what if?”
Hearing her ask such a nonsensical question, her father slowly looked at her back. It can’t be true, can it?
Frowning in disbelief, trying to recall An Han’s face—though a little feminine, it clearly still looked like a boy’s—he instinctively ignored the signs, answering firmly, “There’s no ‘what if’!”
On the third floor, An Han sat on the steps, playing games on her phone while eavesdropping.
Hearing her father’s words, she helplessly curved her lips: “Seems like it’s hard for him to accept.”
“Isn’t it good that big brother turned into big sister?”
Her younger sister peeked over as An Han played, asking curiously.
“You’re the only one who thinks it’s good.”
“So, how did big brother turn into big sister?”
An Han’s face darkened. She dreaded these questions, especially from her sister, as they reminded her of the embarrassment from the first time she dressed as a girl.
Sighing, she handed her phone to her sister: “Here, the BOSS is taken care of; the rest is yours.”
She didn’t usually play mobile games, but since her sister liked them, she had downloaded a few action games.
“Lose again and you’ll have to do homework.”
“I know,” her sister replied, already absorbed in the game.
Once her sister was occupied, An Han returned to her room, glancing at the neatly folded blanket her father had left on her bed. She sat at her desk, casually taking off her jacket and draping it over the chair back.
Looks like Dad slept on her bed last night.
She didn’t think much of it and powered on her computer, resting her chin in her hand, staring at the startup screen.
Her phone vibrated. Looking down, she saw a message from Lin Yue:
“Why did you cry yesterday?”
“I don’t even dare to hang out with you…”
“Are you okay?”
An Han glanced at it, her head throbbing as she debated whether to delete Lin Yue as a friend entirely.
She didn’t want her lingering male consciousness to resurface.
Logic told her to sever ties immediately.
She hesitated, unsure how to politely refuse, fingers hovering over the screen.
Finally, she typed and sent a message after some time:
“I think we’re better off as friends.”
Accompanying this was a playful emoji from Lin Yue, letting An Han imagine her joking, teasing tone.
Her emotions were tangled; she sighed, suddenly sitting upright, panic-stricken as she looked at her father sitting at the foot of the bed.
When did you get in here?!
I didn’t lock the door?!
She stared at him in shock, twisting her head to see the wide-open door, then back at his serious expression.
She suddenly realized she wasn’t wearing a chest binder, and her jacket was off.
Wait… he’s behind me, he probably hasn’t noticed…
She had originally planned to subtly let her father catch a hint today, not to have him find undeniable proof she was female.
Looking down at her loose, thick sweater, it covered her chest but couldn’t hide the shape.
Too big…
She lost focus on Lin Yue, stiffened, trying to act calm, and nonchalantly reached for the jacket on the chair.
“An Han.”
Her father’s sudden voice made her hand tremble, dropping the jacket to the floor.
“W-what’s wrong?”
“What have you and your mother been hiding from me?”
His brows tightly furrowed as he bent slightly, resting his chin on his crossed hands.
An Han felt his gaze on her back.
“There’s nothing to hide!” she whispered, her voice tiny.
Her father rubbed his temples with his thumb and stood up.
An Han’s heart raced uncontrollably, goosebumps forming.
She could hear his clear footsteps behind her, and when she glimpsed him at her side, her whole body froze.
Her father lowered his gaze, eyes quickly settling on her chest.
An Han’s face immediately flushed; she bent to pick up her jacket, quickly draping it over herself.
When she looked up again, her father’s eyes were full of confusion.
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