Rebirth of the Vengeful Heiress

Chapter 13: The Uninvited Guest

Zhuang Shengmeng packed her luggage and left the United States for Jiangning two days later. Su Anran didn't bother to tell her not to contact Su Haiming. Firstly, she didn't want to reveal her identity, and secondly, she had some lingering doubts in her heart. Would fate really follow the same path as in her previous life?

These days, Su Anran became even busier. She put the clothes designed by Zhuang Shengmeng on an online platform, using the brand name "Zhuang Sheng Yi Meng."

The pricing was on the higher end, and even outsiders could see the exquisite craftsmanship from the detailed pictures of the clothes. As a promotional strategy, she positioned it as an exploration of the Chinese market, intending to use this platform for a trial run, so the prices were set lower than they would be after the official launch.

Next came the issue of model photography. Su Anran decided to model the clothes herself, planning to replace her face in the photos later. She dragged Wang Fusheng to the street, struck a few poses, and asked him to take pictures.

Wang Fusheng, initially amused and helpless as she pulled him out of bed, soon got into the spirit of the fun activity. He enthusiastically guided Su Anran's movements, occasionally shouting, "Look here, look here, lift your chin a bit, smile..."

To passersby, they seemed like an interesting pair.

Su Anran, exasperated, said, "I'm not the one being photographed; it's the clothes!"

Wang Fusheng finally understood.

That evening, they edited and uploaded the photos, contacted the platform's advertising department, and finalized a contract. A week later, the homepage promotion would go live.

The advertising effect a week later was remarkable, surprising even Su Anran. Many people showed great appreciation for this Chinese designer returning to start a business, and within a week, they received numerous orders. Su Anran and Wang Fusheng were busy every day with packaging and shipping, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Wang Fusheng often felt helpless. He never imagined that after retiring from the business world, he would end up living such a life, all thanks to the little girl in front of him. But it was fun, wasn't it?

In just half a month, they sold all the clothes left by Zhuang Shengmeng. Although the funds raised were not as much as the check Su Anran had given Zhuang Shengmeng, it was still half of that amount, making Su Anran very happy.

The announcement that "Zhuang Sheng Yi Meng" would not sell any clothing online in the short term sparked speculation and questions from many customers. Su Anran was satisfied with this small trial run.

Zhuang Shengmeng had already started working in the marketing department of Dasheng Company and called Su Anran. Su Anran told her about the online sales, and she was even more excited than Su Anran, feeling more confident about her future.

Everything seemed to be under control, but life has a way of throwing unexpected surprises.

As spring arrived, many customers chose to come here for coffee in the afternoons.

One afternoon, after browsing the day's financial news, Su Anran made a cup of coffee and went to the wooden bench by the roadside to enjoy the breeze.

"Hello, are you Su Anran?" A male voice spoke in Chinese from above her.

Su Anran looked up warily and saw a tall man, about 1.83 meters, with brown hair, wearing a dark-striped shirt and a light green sweater. His pupils had a slight blue tint, indicating he was of mixed race. He was looking at Su Anran with a curious expression.

Su Anran instinctively stood up and wanted to walk into the store. But on second thought, if she went inside, she would expose her residence and implicate Wang Fusheng. So she placed her cup on the wooden table outside THEONE and walked towards the crowded shopping street.

She kept calculating the man's situation in her mind: First, he was of mixed race and spoke fluent Chinese; second, he knew the name Su Anran; third, he came directly to her! He must have investigated her thoroughly, so he got straight to the point.

Who was he? Why was he looking for her? Was he sent by Su Haiming?

Su Anran walked towards the mall across the street. The mall's floor-to-ceiling glass reflected the man still following her. Su Anran's morning exercises over the past six months had made her quite fast, and the man seemed to struggle to keep up.

When the green light turned on, Su Anran immediately crossed the street with the crowd, but instead of entering the mall, she turned into a nearby alley. She leaned against the wall, looked outside, and saw no sign of the man in the crowd. He must have been left behind when she crossed the street.

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, someone suddenly patted her left shoulder. She turned around nervously and saw the persistent man standing beside her!

Su Anran was about to use her legs, but the man immediately said, "I'm not a bad person. I've been looking for you for a long time. Don't be afraid, listen to me..." He raised his hands to show he had no weapons.

Su Anran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least for now, it seemed safe, and she was indeed curious about who this person was.

The man looked around and then said, "My name is Jason, my Chinese name is Su Changan. Your father gave me this name. I'm an orphan, and your father has been supporting me."

Su Anran immediately searched her memory for information about this person.

Su Zhu had indeed supported a child. That child was very introverted and showed great talent in computers from a young age. Su Anran had heard her parents talk about him during their leisure time. She had only taken it as gossip and didn't pay much attention. When she died in her previous life, she had never met the boy. She vaguely remembered Su Haiming mentioning that the boy was very wealthy and even joked that Su Anran could bring him in as a son-in-law.

So it was him.

Why was he here?

Su Anran scrutinized him again, her mind filled with questions: According to Chen Zheng's information, the Su family thought she was dead. How did Su Changan know she was still alive?

Was he trustworthy? Her father had supported him, but now that her father was dead, had he accepted Su Haiming's support and become his man? After all, only a few people knew the car accident was intentional. Even if he was grateful to her father, that gratitude could easily transfer to the Su family, specifically to Su Haiming.

Su Anran quickly made a decision: it was better to avoid trouble.

"You have the wrong person," Su Anran said in English.

Su Changan laughed. He was thinner than Wang Fusheng, his face pale. He smiled and said, "At MIT, my IQ was 220, a one-in-a-million chance. Do you think you can dismiss me with a sentence in English?"

Su Anran turned to leave.

Su Changan quickly ran in front of her, stretched out his hand, and blocked her way. "For the sake of our shared surname, trust me, I'm not here to harm you."