I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 789: This Wind is not Small

Chapter 789: Chapter 789: This Wind is not Small

"Comrade Que, I know your background and your purpose." Suizi got straight to the point.

Que Wuyu seemed surprised that she would say so directly, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"The Mei family must have said many bad things about my husband, whether you sympathize with your loved ones or help with a sense of justice, this war is not yours to fight, back off now."

"You... haven’t lost your memory?" Que Wuyu, having just heard Suizi talking to Liu Yanan in the car, had already suspected that Suizi hadn’t lost her memory.

How could someone who has lost her memory come up with such unique insights?

Now, hearing Suizi confronting him directly, Que Wuyu was even more confident in his suspicion, with mixed feelings of relief and loss.

He impulsively came over to greet, still harboring a trace of luck, thinking if Suizi hadn’t regained her memory, he could still seize the opportunity.

Unexpectedly, she was so frank and came forward to lay her cards on the table.

"Did you intentionally release false information to the Mei family to make them believe you lost your memory? In fact, you never lost it from the beginning."

Que Wuyu believed this to be the only answer.

Suizi didn’t explain to him, for now their relationship was just two strangers on opposing sides. It would be too deliberate if she explained too much.

"Comrade Que, if my husband and I wanted to plot against you, we could easily continue this amnesia play, plot against you and draw you in, but we didn’t do that, do you know why?"

Suizi always used "we," emphasizing the existence of Yu Jingting.

"Why?"

"My—my husband has investigated you and found you to be an upright and honest man. The reason why you wrote such a letter to me is that you were simply being exploited. The Mei family told you my husband and I are not good people, and you believed them."

Que Wuyu’s face darkened, hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Feeling very embarrassed to be exposed like this, if anyone else had done it, Yu Jingting or someone else, he might not feel so uncomfortable.

Why.....was it her?

"You don’t have to feel uncomfortable about this. My husband and I believe that you are not like those Mei family members, which is why I can sincerely say these words to you. I understand that mere words can’t convince you of the integrity of my husband and me, but time will prove everything. You can step out of this game, quietly observe us and watch the deeds of the Mei family, then make your own judgment."

Suizi finished in one breath, Que Wuyu looked at her in a daze, not sure if it was an illusion, he felt that her eyes were a bit red—why was she so sad?

"Are you crying?"

"No." Suizi forcibly suppressed her tears.

She couldn’t bear to see a close friend from a previous life become an adversary to her husband in this life, but there was only so much she could say and do at this moment.

"I’ve said everything that needs to be said. If you choose to avoid the Mei family, we would be very pleased to have a friend like you. If you insist on getting involved—"

"What then?"

"That’s up to you. But the world might then lose two potential friends. Believe me, being my husband’s friend is definitely more fortunate than being his enemy."

Upon finishing, Suizi took an envelope from her pocket and handed it to him.

"You have a good command of language, but such a worthy pen shouldn’t be used to write words with no genuine feelings. When you meet a girl you truly care for, then write to her with your true feelings."

Que Wuyu held the paper tightly, watching her figure fading further and further away, the corners of his mouth tightened up, feeling incredibly ironic.

When he sent the letter out, it was empty and full of carefully constructed schemes and plots.

However, when he got it back, he felt a bit of sincerity in it, but this sincerity was destined to not be sent out anymore.

Suizi felt uncertain all the way back.

She was not sure if her words could deter Que Wuyu. It was very likely to backfire and may provoke his rebellious spirit.

But in the face of this predicament, if she didn’t lay her cards on the table, it would be even worse.

Yu Jingting, having finished his tasks, came back home early. Suizi hadn’t gotten home yet, and the two kids had gone out with their grandparents. With nothing to do, he picked up some paint and began to repaint the slightly chipped front door.

Shen Jun, with a grim face, and Liu Yanan returned together. The intense pain from his crab-pinched arm made him want to fight Liu Yanan, but he was afraid of her weight and worried about being pummeled by her on the street, so he returned home with resentment.

Seeing Yu Jingting painting the door, Shen Jun’s ill intentions suddenly surfaced.

"Don’t blabber!" Liu Yanan lowered her voice and warned Shen Jun.

Shen Jun pretended to agree and sent her into the kitchen to wash vegetables. He then feigned innocence, took a cigarette and went over to Yu Jingting.

"Jingting, you’re painting?"

Yu Jingting gave him a glance, thinking his question was a no brainer - for wasn’t it obvious?

"White paint? Tsk tsk, not good, not good at all." Shen Jun glanced at the can of paint, and made a sound of disapproval. He looked at Yu Jingting with sympathy. At this moment, Yu Jingting, in his eyes, was a pitiful fool with a large green turf on his head.

"Stay out of the way, you’re blocking me." Seeing his ambiguous manner, Yu Jingting didn’t even feel like responding.

He knew very well that ignoring him was the best way to deal with someone like him.

Shen Jun had intended for Yu Jingting to ask him why the color wasn’t good and suggest a better one. Then he would answer, ’green,’ and imply something, leading Yu Jingting to ponder on it.

However, when he found Yu Jingting ignoring him, Shen Jun became anxious.

Pacing back and forth around Yu Jingting, trying repeatedly to strike up a conversation, only to be continuously ignored by him.

Like a cat teasing a mouse, Yu Jingting whetted Shen Jun’s appetite. Meanwhile, his hands didn’t stop, quickly finishing painting the door.

Well, very good, the door was completely painted. There was still half a can of paint left, which should be enough—Yu Jingting looked at Shen Jun up and down, judging this chunk would be enough for the remaining paint.

Unaware that he had been on Yu Jingting’s mind, Shen Jun decided to lay his cards on the table. He had to spread the gossip because he had seen Suizi’s figure appearing at the end of the alley and she would be there in three minutes.

"Aren’t you curious why your wife is coming home so much later than us?"

"Oh, why?" Yu Jingting bent over, grabbing the handle of the can and lifted it up.

"She met a guy in a car on the road, left us to chat with him alone. Don’t overthink this, they’re probably just friends catching up. I just don’t want any idle gossip to reach your ears and create misunderstandings between you two."

"Oh, that’s quite a strong wind." Without a hesitation, Yu Jingting poured the remaining paint from the top of Shen Jun’s head, giving him a complete makeover in white.