I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 865: There Won’t Be a Nice Expression

Chapter 865: Chapter 865: There Won’t Be a Nice Expression

"Who exactly are you?" Suizi asked.

"Who I am isn’t important, remember, do not call the police, and be there at nine o’clock sharp tonight. Do not be early, and do not be late."

The call was hung up.

Suizi’s world spun, but she quickly calmed down.

Something wasn’t right about this; there were too many oddities, and she needed some time...

When Wang Cuihua saw that Suizi had brewed a large pot of bitter nail tea, and added a lot of ice cubes to cool it down quickly,

she gulped it down with a tilt of her head, glug-glug-glug.

"Tiegen’s about to be back; why are you still drinking that stuff?"

"Mom, the ice reduces the bitterness, creating a unique flavor, want to try?" Suizi offered a cup to her mother-in-law.

Wang Cuihua cautiously took a sip, her face crumpling.

"Suizi, this still tastes awful to me. Is there any difference between this iced one and the lukewarm one?"

Suizi patted her mother-in-law on the shoulder, with sincerity in her voice:

"Mom, the difference is quite significant. Drinking some ice water makes it easier to stay calm."

After she finished drinking, she already had a plan in her mind.

Having said that, Suizi went inside to get busy, while Wang Cuihua called after her:

"Aren’t you going to eat?"

"I have an appointment tonight; you guys go ahead without me."

"Who are you meeting? Is it safe to go out late in the evening? Do you want your dad to drive you there?"

"I have a meeting with... Jingting."

After saying that, Suizi entered the room and closed the door, leaving Wang Cuihua completely befuddled outside.

"What is this child talking about? I don’t understand. Didn’t Tiegen fail to come back? Why is she still arranging to go out tonight?"

Once inside the room, Suizi opened a cabinet with a secret compartment that was locked.

Inside the compartment, which contained some valuable items and documents, Suizi found the roller skating rink’s ledger and flipped through to the staff’s salary pages.

Now, salaries were paid in cash, and every employee had to sign.

Suizi then took out the letter she received yesterday and started comparing the handwriting, one by one.

Without much effort, she easily found the same ugly handwriting on the first page.

Yang Guofu.

But Yu Jingting usually called him Erzi, that is, Yang Erzi.

It had taken just a pot of iced bitter nail tea for Suizi to sort out what she felt was discordant.

Seeing that it was Yang Erzi who had written the letter, her heart, originally anxious for Jingting, settled by more than half.

Although she did not know what motivated Jingting to do this, she understood the code he had left for her.

Using his confidant to send the letter meant only one thing, to remind Suizi not to be impatient or anxious, that he was fine.

As for why he went to such lengths to get her to the roller rink, Suizi would know once she got there.

With some time left, Suizi redid her hair, picking a hairpin that was modest in design but not in value, and carefully pinned it in place.

One should always look presentable when meeting the one they care about.

Luoluo had finished eating and was sitting in the courtyard, in front of her a large bouquet of wildflowers her grandfather had picked.

Flowers could be found everywhere, but the vase used for the arrangement was an antique.

The last thing Suizi’s family lacked now was antiques; Wang Cuihua had even planned to raise a pig not long ago, because she fancied the bronze trough that Suizi and Jingting had collected from the countryside years ago, believing it would be good for feeding pigs.

Suizi smiled and said nothing, but the very next day, she quickly contacted the museum and donated the bronze trough, even receiving a silk banner and a letter of appreciation.

Such culturally significant relics should be left to museums for future generations to study and appreciate. As for pigs, there was absolutely no need.

"Mom, does it look good?" Luoluo lifted the haphazardly arranged vase of flowers for Suizi to see.

Suizi examined it, reached out to make minor adjustments, and the chaotic flowers immediately appeared elegant.

"Wow! Mom, you’re so amazing, so beautiful!" Luoluo praised her mom nonstop.

"Do you think Dad will like it?" Suizi asked.

Luoluo nodded vigorously; she had been missing Dad these past few days.

"I even dreamed about Dad yesterday."

Just as Suizi’s heart had calmed down, it fluttered again, and she asked cautiously, "What did you dream about Dad?"

"I dreamed that Dad brought back a lot of money, and he bought Luoluo such a big toy gun!" Luoluo gestured widely with her hands.

Sitting beside her reading a book, Bobo commented as well, "She was giggling in her sleep, haha, women."

Bobo’s wish was much simpler; he didn’t care for toy guns. If Dad came back and took him to eat roast chicken, he would be very happy.

The attitude of the two children reassured Suizi once more.

"When Dad comes back, we’ll go on a trip together during the long holiday."

"Really? I want to go!" Luoluo raised her hand, while Bobo didn’t look up, still more interested in his book.

"To see different scenes and taste different foods."

Bobo looked up then. When it came to this, he was energized.

There was still some time until the nine o’clock appointment agreed to over the phone, and since Suizi was not allowed to arrive early, she was in no rush and chatted with the children.

"Is Chen Hansui at home?" A man’s voice came from outside the door.

Fourth Father, who was working on woodworking, and Wang Cuihua, watching her granddaughter—and accurately speaking, watching the vase in her granddaughter’s hands—both looked up.

At the door stood a young man in a white shirt, looking refined.

"Que Wuyu?" Suizi was also somewhat surprised to see him.

Her first reaction was to lift her wrist to check the time; it was already eight in the evening.

At this hour, some households were already asleep.

For a man to visit this late was somewhat improper.

"Is there a matter?" Suizi asked indifferently, with no intention of going out to welcome him.

She was now at peace with putting down the favor from her past life: Yu Jingting had risked his life to save her in the Sea of Fire, and now she owed nothing to anyone, only Yu Jingting.

"I need to talk to you alone about something, if it’s convenient."

"We can talk about it tomorrow; it’s not convenient right now," Suizi said bluntly.

Que Wuyu stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to stay or leave.

"This matter is very important; I must speak to you about it face-to-face right now."

Suizi frowned, and Fourth Father put down the planer he was holding and said, "In that case, you go out and talk to him."

Suizi went outside, and Wang Cuihua asked Fourth Father in a low voice.

"Didn’t you see our Suizi didn’t want to talk to that man? What are you doing? Won’t Tiegen be annoyed when he comes back?"

Fourth Father took off the tobacco from behind his ear and sniffed it, "That stinky kid owes me a thank you when he’s back."

The reason he wanted Suizi to go out was precisely because she was unwilling; this way, she would dislike the man standing outside even more.

Fourth Father was wily and well aware of why someone would come looking for Suizi at this time and ask to speak alone in front of her in-laws.

Young people, so impetuous, always hasty and impulsive. He took the opportunity to assist his son.

Fourth Father’s guess was not wrong; Suizi was filled with repressed anger at this moment.

"It’s so late, Director Que, what can’t you say tomorrow?" Luckily her in-laws were understanding; with less reasonable folks, this could have turned into a family scandal.

Suizi spoke curtly; she couldn’t smile or be polite to people who wanted to disrupt her marriage.

"I saw it, Yu Jingting was with a woman this afternoon and they went into a hotel."

Suizi’s brows furrowed.

Coming so late to say this, although the intention to create discord was clear, it was unlikely to be a complete fabrication.

The woman couldn’t be Jinnan; Jinnan’s plane ticket was for the afternoon. She had to rush to the plane after getting off the train, and by now, she would have already flown back.