Aunt Hong looked helpless and took out her card to pay.
After a while, the manager brought a cage and the tiger cub was lying sickly inside with drooping eyelids, looking very pitiful.
An Ci leaned forward and heard the manager say, "Young Master, this white tiger is shy and will bite people, so be careful when you touch it."
Hearing this, Zuo Fei stepped forward, worried that the tiger cub might hurt An Ci, and said, "Let me get it."
Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingers touched the cage, the weak tiger cub suddenly cried out.
“Ahh…”
Two big watery eyes stared at Zuo Fei, full of vigilance and precaution.
Zuo Fei's hand stopped in the air for a few seconds, then he continued to pick up the cage.
As a result, the tiger cub's reaction became even more intense, and its childish growl was tinged with a bit of hostility.
He seemed to be determined to fight Zuo Fei to the death.
An Ci suddenly said, "Uncle Zuo Fei, let me do it."
Zuo Fei turned his head to look at her, a little worried, "It's very fierce."
An Ci smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I'm more ferocious than it." She walked forward and took the cage directly from the manager's hand, looking down at the tiger cub in the cage with a fierce look in its eyes.
It opened its bloody mouth, as if it wanted to bite her.
An Ci snorted and laughed, threatening, "Don't bite me, or I'll peel off your tiger skin and use it as a scarf."
Zuo Fei and Aunt Hong, who had just paid the bill and was walking back, heard this and silently sympathized with the little white tiger for a second.
As if understanding An Ci's words, the little tiger cub slowly retracted its claws, closed its mouth, and whimpered in grievance.
Oh, oh, oh, this is too much of a bully for Tiger.
Seeing that it had become obedient, An Ci smiled with satisfaction, "Good boy."
The troublesome tiger cub was finally sent away, and a small profit was made. The manager saw the three of them off with a smile on his face.
Back in the car, An Ci placed the cage beside him and put his white and tender fingers into it.
The sudden action frightened Aunt Hong so much that she broke into a voice, "Young Master."
She quickly pulled An Ci's hand out and examined it carefully. "Young Master, you can't do this. It's too dangerous. What if your fingers get bitten off?"
An Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Auntie Hong, it's not that serious. It won't bite me."
Aunt Hong disagreed, "How do you know it won't?"
"If you don't believe me, I'll show you." As he said that, An Ci pulled his hand back, quickly put a finger into the cage, and tapped the tiger cub's head.
Aunt Hong held her breath and looked at the tiger cub nervously.
Unexpectedly, the tiger cub did not bite anyone. It just raised its eyelids and glanced at An Ci, as if it was angry but dared not speak.
"Look, Aunt Hong, it's very well behaved." An Ci tapped the tiger cub's paws twice again, looking at the cub with a smile on his face, "Let me give you a name."
The little tiger cub lay there without saying a word.
An Ci thought about it seriously, "How about calling me... Fugui?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the little tiger cub, who was originally in a bad mood, suddenly became angry and bared his teeth and claws at An Ci.
“Ahhh…”
You are rich, your whole family is rich.
How could the descendant of the Tiger King be given such a rustic name?
An Ci immediately retracted his hand, narrowed his eyes, and said with a half-smile, "How about calling... Huakai?"
Wealth and blooming flowers?
Aunt Hong burst out laughing.
Zuo Fei, who was sitting in the driver's seat, twitched his mouth.
The tiger cub growled even louder, and it was obvious that it was even more dissatisfied with the name.
But An Ci didn't intend to spoil it. He raised his hand and patted the cage. "Wealth and noble flowers bloom, what a beautiful meaning, don't you understand? Wealth and noble means you are rich and noble, and flowers bloom, which means I hope you will be as beautiful and handsome as flowers when you grow up. You don't understand my good intentions at all."
The rustic name suddenly became more elegant after she explained it this way.
The little white tiger was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to be thinking seriously about An Ci's words.
Rich and noble?
Handsome?
These two things seem to be somewhat consistent with its identity as the descendant of the Tiger King.
Looking at the fooled little white tiger, Aunt Hong and Zuo Fei felt sympathy for it again.
"Well, you choose for yourself. If you want to call her Fugui, just call her once. If you want to call her Huakai, just call her twice." An Ci said in a tone of "I am very democratic".
The little white tiger was silent for a few seconds, and under the three expectant gazes, it opened its mouth and called out.
It is rich and noble.
Aunt Hong looked at the little white tiger in surprise. The little guy was quite smart.
"Okay, then I'll call you Fugui." An Ci was very satisfied with his naming skills. "Don't worry, I will definitely raise you to be plump and white."
"Uncle Zuo Fei, let's go to the pet hospital first."
Fugui's condition is not particularly serious. The key is that she is in no condition to treat it herself, so she can only send it to the pet hospital first.
Zuo Fei glanced at the tiger cub through the rearview mirror and answered yes.
…
As the sky gradually darkened, the landscape lights in the manor came on.
As soon as the dinner was over, An Zhenxiong refused his friend's card game and went straight home.
Unexpectedly, he was greeted by a cold living room.
He called the servant to ask and found out that An Ci had not returned yet.
An Zhenxiong frowned and looked at his watch. It was already past nine o'clock. Why hadn't Xiao Ci come back yet?
Zeng Liang, who came with him, said, "Master, don't worry, I'll call Zuo Fei and ask."
He took out his cell phone, and the next moment, a servant's voice came from outside: "Young Master."
Zeng Liang breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally back.
"Grandpa."
An Ci stepped into the living room and saw An Zhenxiong there. His eyes curved slightly and he trotted over with a smile.
An Zhenxiong squatted down and looked at his little grandson who ran to him, his eyes as gentle as water, "Did you have fun today, Xiaoci?"
An Ci smiled and nodded, "Yeah."
An Zhenxiong noticed the kitten in her arms and was slightly surprised. "Where did it come from?"
Aunt Hong and Zuo Fei came in from outside carrying large and small bags. When they heard this, their faces became strange.
Fugui had just had an injection and was very weak. When he heard that he was mistaken for a kitten, he moved in An Ci's arms in dissatisfaction.
It whimpered twice, the last bit of stubbornness from the offspring of the Tiger King.
“Ahh…”
You bold human being, you are clearly a tiger.
Noticing Fugui's protest, An Ci laughed and looked at An Zhenxiong, "Grandpa, Fugui is not a cat."
An Zhenxiong was puzzled, "Wealth?"
Zuo Fei coughed lightly and explained, "Master, Fugui is the little white tiger in the young master's arms."
Little white tiger?
White tiger?
Tiger?
With a "boom", An Zhenxiong's head buzzed and he looked at the white ball in his grandson's arms in disbelief.
This thing is... a tiger?
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