I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 86 Another Anna?

He Xiuyu had no time to deal with this matter right now.

Early in the morning, He Xuerong sat up straight from her small bed and stared directly at him, and honestly, her gaze was enough to give him the creeps.

The sky was just faintly lit.

He had to take Rongrong to the base hospital for a check-up today, but there was no need to get up so early.

But He Xuerong wouldn’t sleep, and although she moved mechanically, she still changed out of her pajamas, put on her underclothes and pants, pulled on her little socks, slowly donned her outerwear and shoes, and then stood in front of He Xiuyu, quietly watching him.

He Xiuyu sighed helplessly and resigned himself to getting up.

He was used to getting up at the crack of dawn and, after freshening up, he carried Rongrong to the new house.

The yard was already tidied up, with smooth stones laid out where one would walk.

The side was untouched, which was the wasteland opened up by Qiao Qingyu.

Holding He Xuerong, he entered the house, pointing out rooms and introducing them to her while also checking her expression.

Then, he pointed to an empty room and said softly, "Rongrong, your little aunt plans to plant large leaf plants here for you. She said she’s going to plant very, very beautiful flowers..."

Regardless of Rongrong’s reaction, he moved on with her to the next room.

Although the sun wasn’t up yet, a trace of dawn filtered through the clouds, lightly shining on the window glass.

One could imagine how splendid and warm the room would be when the sun came up.

He Xiuyu pointed to the windowsill and spoke gently, "Your little aunt wants to fill the windowsill with pots of flowers.

"She said there is a flower called the Rainbow Flower that comes in seven different colors, arrayed like a rainbow. She said that when the plant blooms, its leaves resemble lotus leaves and you can make a wish facing the flowers.

Your little aunt also told me that she has seeds for another type of flower called the snowdrops.

It sounds like your name.

The ’xue’ is from the word for ’white snow,’ and ’rong’ means as soft as down.

Your ’Rong’ is from ’furong,’ the lotus.

Your little aunt said the flower language of snowdrops represents bravery and the most important memories, and she said you are a very, very brave child.

She said she wants to grow a pot of snowdrops on the windowsill of your bedroom."

...

He didn’t care if Rongrong could understand or not, he just repeated everything Qiao Qingyu and he occasionally murmured without skipping a word to Rongrong.

It was at that moment, with He Xuerong who had been motionless all this time, that her body suddenly leaned back, her gaze level with He Xiuyu’s.

Her dark eyes were fixed unwaveringly on He Xiuyu.

He Xiuyu suddenly became nervous and stared back at his little niece without blinking. In the next moment, He Xuerong slowly extended her little hand and wrapped it around He Xiuyu’s neck, resting her little head on his shoulder.

He Xiuyu dared not move—his eyes felt moist, and he had to close them.

He was terrified that all of this was just a dream.

...

In the morning, Su Yunyao took leave and rode a bicycle to the base family compound.

She knew for certain that Qiao Qingyu was at home. Not to mention the botched reception of the inspection team, just the fact that the entire family courtyard was relocating tomorrow meant she couldn’t run off, which is why even some family members who worked in the base workshops had returned.

The gate to Qiao Qingyu’s house was indeed unlocked; she pushed it open and walked straight into the yard.

The yard was empty.

There was a pile of stuff already sorted in one corner of the wall.

It was already May, when many people had shed their spring clothes, so naturally, windows were open, as were the doors.

Standing at the doorway, Su Yunyao placed her hand on the open door, symbolically knocking a few times.

Hearing the sound, Qiao Qingyu walked out from the eastern room and immediately spotted Su Yunyao at the door.

Her eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

This woman didn’t work at the base, so what was she doing here?

Seeing Qiao Qingyu, a hint of surprise flickered in the depths of Su Yunyao’s eyes. With the dry and dusty weather of May, how could someone like Qiao Qingyu possibly have increasingly better skin?

She was really envious.

She didn’t wait for Qiao Qingyu to speak and preempted her, "Qiao Qingyu, don’t be in such a hurry to send me away. I have a few words to say to you..."

She stretched out her finger and pointed at the locked study door, "The door to this room is locked, and inside are all of He Xiuyu’s things, but you probably don’t know that in our compound, there’s a girl named Anna. She’s mixed-race, exceptionally beautiful, and fluent in six languages. If her grandmother hadn’t taken her to Country S to inherit the family fortune, Anna would be the spouse listed on He Xiuyu’s household registration book, not you, Qiao Qingyu. There are letters between them locked up in his study. I even personally handed a few of them to He Xiuyu. But, you see, they’re all written in foreign languages. You wouldn’t understand them even if you saw them. Actually, there’s really no need for He Xiuyu to lock the door at all..."

After finishing, Su Yunyao turned and left. She knew Qiao Qingyu was sharp-tongued, and there would be a lot of unpleasant words hurled at her soon, which she didn’t want to hear. She had achieved her goal for the day, so Su Yunyao’s footsteps were extremely quick.

Qiao Qingyu chased to the doorway, only to see Su Yunyao’s back as she rounded the corner on her bicycle.

What an idiot!

Indeed, no matter the age, once women face issues concerning their loved ones or love, they can act foolishly.

Standing at the doorway, Qiao Qingyu smiled indifferently. She truly hadn’t taken the matter to heart but turned back inside the house, her gaze still falling on the lock of the west room.

She closed her eyes slightly, recalling Su Yunyao’s words. Anna? The Anna who went back to Country S to inherit the family fortune?

A mixed-race, incredibly beautiful girl.

Then there were the letters exchanged with He Xiuyu, locked up in this room.

If this body were still its original owner, what would she have done?

There was no doubt that the original owner really liked He Xiuyu. A woman in love with a man would naturally become jealous for him.

She didn’t have the key to the lock on the door to the west room. Even though her relationship with He Xiuyu seemed harmonious now, even if she had saved his little niece, He Xiuyu never thought to give her the key to this room.

It wasn’t a matter of whether she asked or not, He Xiuyu simply never had the intention.

Because it was his private territory.

So having been provoked by Su Yunyao like this, the original owner must have been absolutely furious. There was an ax in the house; she would have taken it and smashed the lock open.

It was that simple.

Qiao Qingyu raised her eyebrows; the power of a plot master was indeed not to be underestimated.

Things like arson, matters involving human traffickers, and then smashing locks—these seemingly simple acts that indeed pushed the original owner toward a dead end, all had happened in these past few days.

In the book, after these events, particularly because of a piece of soy-sauce beef, the original owner ended up selling He Xuerong. After the incident, He Xiuyu nearly killed her, so she fled in the middle of the night. It was late autumn, early winter, the time when wolves roamed the wild, and thus, the original owner, Qiao Qingyu, encountered a pack of wolves...