Rebirth of the Vengeful Heiress

Chapter 9: My Heart Has a Fierce Tiger, Sniffing Roses

On Christmas Eve, all the shops had closed, and everyone was wholeheartedly starting to celebrate Christmas.

Early in the morning, Wang Fusheng and Su Anran swept the snow together and gave her a day off from physical training. Then he enthusiastically directed Su Anran to hang this and stick that. After a hurried lunch, he suddenly remembered something and rushed out.

Su Anran sat by the window, opened her book, and reflected on her progress. From having no concept of stocks, she now understood the basics and had grasped some representative stock types. From having only a basic understanding of finance, she now had a general understanding. From being a physically weak heiress, she now had self-defense skills...

She was trying to move forward step by step, but it was very strenuous. After Christmas, the day of her return to the country would be closer. Su Anran knew that in the past six months, she needed to endure loneliness and not act rashly. But she was like a hungry beast, filled with a desire to learn everything she needed.

Only by working twice as hard could she make it look effortless in the future.

Su Anran watched the snowflakes falling outside, reviewed her plan to get close to Zhuang Shengmeng, and found it feasible. She then continued reading.

As dusk fell and the sky darkened, Su Anran walked to the lobby to turn on the lights. She heard the sound of a key in the door and thought it was Wang Fusheng returning.

Before she could turn on the lights, a deep voice behind her said in English, "Miss, is there any Christmas gift you want?"

The voice didn't sound like Wang Fusheng's. How did this person have the key? The hair on the back of Su Anran's neck stood up. She estimated the distance between them and quickly executed a back kick. The person reacted swiftly, stepping back and blocking her kick perfectly.

Su Anran lost her balance and was about to fall when the person quickly supported her waist and turned on the light.

The lobby lights suddenly came on, and Su Anran saw the person clearly, exclaiming.

Wang Fusheng was dressed as Santa Claus, with a fake beard. He must have been trying to tease Su Anran, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

Su Anran straightened up and punched him, saying, "Wang Fusheng, you're so childish!" Just as she finished speaking, she noticed a package at Wang Fusheng's feet.

Su Anran glared at him and opened it, finding the Winnie the Pooh she had seen in the store window yesterday. Her heart warmed, and just as she was about to thank him, Wang Fusheng cleared his throat and said, "Uh, that was a gift when I bought something. I don't need it, so you can have it..." Then he walked towards the kitchen.

Su Anran, both amused and exasperated, saw the receipt in the package. It wasn't a gift; he had bought it himself. She hugged the Winnie the Pooh and approached him. Wang Fusheng, looking impatient, said, "I'm going to cook, don't get in the way."

Su Anran nudged his arm and said, "Thank you, Fusheng."

Wang Fusheng blushed slightly and hummed in response. Seeing Su Anran run to her room, he suddenly felt that dressing up as Santa Claus and being surrounded by a group of kids for photos was worth it.

After dinner, Su Anran read a bit more, while Wang Fusheng sat across from her, drinking water, unusually quiet.

"Do you have any contact with the Chinese community here?" Su Anran closed her book gently, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and asked.

Wang Fusheng put down his cup, thought for a moment, and said, "No contact. I came here for peace."

Su Anran flipped through a few more pages and said to Wang Fusheng, "Do you trade stocks?"

Wang Fusheng nodded, "I used to, but not anymore."

Su Anran didn't ask further, thinking everyone had things they didn't want others to know. Maybe he had lost a lot in the stock market. She looked at Wang Fusheng and said, "I might return to the country earlier."

"Oh." Wang Fusheng picked up his cup again, watching a few boys running under the streetlights outside, their mother standing at the door calling their names. He felt that Su Anran's departure had nothing to do with him, just helping a friend.

When Wang Fusheng came back to his senses, Su Anran had already gone upstairs. He casually flipped her book over and moved it in front of him. The corner of the book still seemed to have the warmth of her hand. He pursed his lips and flipped through it. He couldn't deny that Su Anran's handwriting was very neat and beautiful, like her, pleasing to the eye. The pages were filled with her dense notes and insights, but on the title page, he saw a powerful and fluent line of poetry. He remembered it was from a British poet, the original text being "In me the tiger sniffs the rose," later translated into Chinese, written by this girl—

"My heart has a fierce tiger, sniffing roses."

He took a deep breath, looked back at the stairs, and saw no trace of the girl. He suddenly felt sentimental but didn't know how to express it. He put the cup in the sink, dried his hands, and turned off the lights.

The night fell suddenly, with only the streetlight's halo outside. His shadow seemed lonely as he walked to Su Anran's door, raised his hand to knock, but saw through the c***k that her light was off. He awkwardly put his hand down, stood for a moment, and walked to the attic.

Wang Fusheng suddenly remembered a saying: "You can escape fate, but you can't escape choice."

Inside, Su Anran had just lain down but sat up again, sending an email to Chen Zheng, saying she had heard some gossip about Su Haiming and was curious about his daughter Su Xin's biological mother.

After sending the email, Su Anran hugged the Winnie the Pooh and went to bed, frowning as she fell asleep.

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