Chapter 112: My Daughter

Su Ruo and Li Zhaodi immediately nodded obediently, the woman felt even more wronged inside, she thought the train attendant and Su Ruo's group were definitely in cahoots, deliberately bullying her.

But being under someone else's roof, she had to bow her head; even if the woman was utterly unwilling, under the train attendant's gaze she still nodded.

She couldn't be kicked off the train; otherwise, being unfamiliar with the place, how would she get back to Kyoto?

But no matter what, the woman couldn't swallow this anger; she decided that after getting off the train she would definitely complain about this attendant to vent her resentment.

The attendant saw through the woman's thoughts at a glance, but she really had nothing to fear; she'd worked on this train for many years, and if the woman's complaint were effective, she'd consider it a loss.

After the attendant left, the woman took her daughter back to her own berth.

They weren't looking for trouble, and Su Ruo couldn't be bothered with her; after lunch, the three of them each went about their own business, reading their favorite books without disturbing each other.

Having gone through the previous incident, the woman also knew that alone she could never match Su Ruo's group, so she sensibly refrained from causing trouble.

But the girl was angry that her favorite doll had been destroyed; her eyes darted around as she sought a way to retaliate, not knowing what she had thought of, her gaze gradually becoming resolute.

At night, after everyone had fallen asleep, the girl tiptoed out of bed, glanced around to confirm everyone was asleep, then hurried straight to the space under the bed, to An'an's pink little suitcase.

This suitcase was specially prepared by Bai Xinya for An'an, bought in Hong Kong, unavailable on the mainland, and it holds An'an's clothes and books.

The little girl stared at the box, her eyes full of envy, thinking why she had nothing while this country bumpkin could possess it.

Under the influence of jealousy, the little girl produced the prepared small knife, intending to slash the suitcase before her to shreds.

But she didn't notice that, even as she made her move, An'an had already opened her eyes and was now standing behind her.

"What are you doing?"

The little girl, already nervous about doing this for the first time, jumped at An'an's words and dropped the knife in her hand straight to the floor.

A flicker of contempt crossed An'an's eyes—such cowardice, yet she dared to do evil!

The little girl trembled as she turned to face An'an, stammering, "I saw a mouse here; I was catching it."

An'an gave her a cold glance, then reached under the bed and, in the next second, pulled out a mouse.

Upon seeing the mouse, the girl was so frightened she almost screamed, never expecting An'an to be so bold as to grab a mouse; she stammered "you, you, you..." for a while without managing to say a word.

An'an didn't look at her, but picked up the knife from the floor and, without any warning, slashed at the mouse's neck; the mouse struggled violently a few times and then breathed no more.

Seeing the dead mouse, the little girl instantly felt a chill at her neck.

An'an looked at her with icy eyes: "Don't offend me, or your fate will be the same as this mouse."

At this moment, An'an's actions and demeanor seemed like a hellish evil ghost to the little girl; although she was usually a bit spoiled, she had never seen such a scene, and faced with An'an's death threat she literally wet herself.

She spoke in terror: "I dare not, you, you don't kill me..." and then fled back onto the bed, fearing that in the next second An'an would strike her.

An'an gave her a cold glance, then withdrew her gaze, opened the window, and threw the dead mouse out.

She then took out a tissue, wiped the bloodstains from the floor clean, washed her hands, and went to bed in one smooth motion.

In the quiet night, one could almost hear the cicadas chirping outside the train, but aside from the girl whose face was deathly pale and whose body kept trembling, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

001 said in alarm: "Host, it's come to this, aren't you going to manage it?"

Su Ruo said lightly: "What's there to manage? I think it's fine."

001 was choked up: "Host, a six-year-old little girl doing this—do you call that good?"

Su Ruo said indifferently: "I don't see anything wrong with it; my daughter, I hope she can become a lion that can intimidate all directions, not a rabbit that can only be bullied."

Having self-defense ability and not being bullied—there's nothing wrong with that.

In this world, parents, relatives, lovers, friends—someday they will all leave you; no one can stay with another forever, and the only thing a person can truly rely on is oneself.

Su Ruo also couldn't stay with An'an forever, so she didn't want to and wouldn't raise An'an as a flower in a greenhouse.

Her daughter should spread her wings like an eagle and soar high, freely roaming her own sky, rather than being withered by a mere storm's brilliance.

001 was somewhat speechless, thinking that any decent family's parents would not wish to raise their daughter into a delicate, soft little princess.

Its master, however, was fine—directly raising the daughter into a steel spear.

Su Ruo didn't know what 001 was thinking; if she did, she would surely scoff, a system's thought being so old-fashioned.

Who says women must be gentle and pleasing, tending husband and children? Her daughter can just as well achieve great deeds, serve the nation, shine in her own field and become a hero.

At this moment, Su Ruo didn't know that everything she hoped for would be fulfilled by her future An'an.

The next day, Su Ruo and the others were awakened by a shout: "Baby, why did you wet the bed?" The woman stared in shock at her daughter, because the girl hadn't wet the bed for a long time.

The girl looked at An'an in fear, as if dreading that if An'an were displeased she would, just like yesterday killing that mouse, slash her throat with a knife.

Seeing her daughter frightened like that, the woman immediately spoke to comfort her: "It's okay, sweetheart; you must have wet the bed from being too tired on the train, it's no big deal."

After saying that, the woman changed the girl into clean clothes, and thereafter neither mother nor daughter dared to cause trouble.

Aside from the little girl, who from time to time would glance at An'an with fearful eyes, everything remained calm and peaceful.

At noon, Su Ruo was just about to go fetch a meal when she bumped head-on into a seven- or eight-year-old boy.

The boy's body was astonishingly thin; when Su Ruo steadied him she could feel his bones with a handful, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, though at this moment his gaze was full of ferocity, like a wolf cub.

"You little brat, you still dare to run—just watch me not break your legs today."

A ferocious-looking man came charging over; seeing those people draw ever closer, the boy had nowhere to flee, so he resignedly closed his eyes and waited for the impending storm.

But at this moment 001 suddenly said anxiously: "Host, hurry and save him."