Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 146 Mr. Su’s Secret?

Chapter 146: Chapter 146 Mr. Su’s Secret?

It was probably because the streetlights had a cool tone, right? Otherwise, why did Mr. Su’s expression look so gloomy, like it was smeared with soot?

"Mr. Su, why are you here?" Tu Hengsha was quite surprised. "You don’t look well. Is Grandma okay?"

"Yes, she’s fine," he replied sullenly.

"Su Ronggui, are you here for overtime? No need, it’s already over; everyone else has left." Hao Ren’s expression was the opposite of his, beaming like spring water.

Su Ronggui’s face was tense, and he looked at Hao Ren with a tight gaze as well.

"Come on, Little Sha, I’ll walk you home," Hao Ren said with a smile.

"No need!" Su Ronggui took Tu Hengsha’s hand directly, giving it a squeeze, and added, "Your hands are so cold? It’s autumn; you should prepare a coat for the evening."

"Oh..." Tu Hengsha yawned again, still drowsy.

Hao Ren glanced at Su Ronggui’s hand, his smile taking on a new meaning, "That’s right, bringing an extra piece of clothing is called being prepared. After all, none of us know what the weather will be tomorrow; it might just suddenly cool down overnight."

Su Ronggui narrowed his eyes slightly, "You’re meddling too much."

"Really?" Hao Ren snickered, "I actually think, God Su, you’re meddling too little. It’s unclear whether you didn’t consider it or thought it was no big deal."

"Not your concern, is it?" Su Ronggui’s tone grew colder.

"Why is it not my concern?" Hao Ren laughed, "Autumn is here, winter is coming soon. Who doesn’t love flowers!"

"What are you guys... talking about?" Tu Hengsha asked blankly after another yawn.

"Talking about the weather! Nothing to do with you! Let’s go home!" Su Ronggui pulled her toward the subway.

"You know, it really is getting colder." As the night wind blew, goosebumps formed on Tu Hengsha’s arms wearing nothing but a short sleeve.

"Su Ronggui!" Hao Ren’s voice came from behind, "For us journalists, there are no secrets in this world! I hope one day you can handle this secret!"

Tu Hengsha turned her head, "Hao Ren, what secret are you talking about?"

Hao Ren grinned wide, "I have Mr. Su’s explicit video, do you believe it?"

Tu Hengsha looked up at Mr. Su, Su Ronggui appeared serious, "I don’t believe it."

Tu Hengsha was focused on something else, though! She turned back to shout at Hao Ren, "Send it to me tomorrow! No, send it when you get home! I want to see it!"

Su Ronggui: "..."

"Tu Hengsha! Where’s your brain?" He yanked her down the steps forcefully.

Tu Hengsha didn’t forget to jump and wink at Hao Ren, making sure he’ll send it!

"Don’t get close to Hao Ren in the future! Do you hear me?" Mr. Su was very stern.

"Why?" Not getting close is impossible! But curiosity still lingered! "Is it just because he has your... uh... secret?" She was still too embarrassed to say the words "explicit video."

"..." Mr. Su’s face turned stiff like a zombie, "Tu Hengsha! Do you go out every day without your brain?"

She curled her lips, "Let’s not discuss whether I leave home with or without my brain, but it’s obvious that some people leave without their eyes."

"Who are you talking about?" This little girl was indeed getting bolder!

"Whoever responds!" she huffed, "Even Hao Ren says I look good, and says with some makeup, I could be more photogenic than a star! While some people say I’m ugly every day!"

He was so angry that he let go of her hand to tug on her ear, "You believe Hao Ren’s words? Every word he says is a lie!"

She glared at him, swatting his hand away, "What if I love listening to lies?"

He was eventually amused by her, his tone softening, "Is looking good that important?"

"I used to think it wasn’t that important, but now I think it is." Isn’t there a saying that love is blind? In Su Ronggui’s eyes, she wasn’t anything special, just a pig or a dog, ugly—only proving she meant nothing to him...

Actually, looking pretty doesn’t really matter; she just hoped to be a tiny bit important to him...

"Okay, okay, you look good." The subway arrived, and he led her onto the train.

She had just decided to be happy for a moment when he added, "Just like Bangbangtang, good-looking and cute!"

"..." But Bangbangtang is so plump! It turns out men love big things, huh?

In the late-night subway, hardly anyone was around. The two found a seat and sat down. Tu Hengsha, staring at his now gentler expression, muttered, "Mr. Su should smile more often. Otherwise, late at night with that poker face, it’ll attract zombies!"

"..." She actually knew he had a poker face? Didn’t stop to think about why?

Sitting in the seat, resting her chin in her hands, she let out a big yawn.

"Feeling sleepy?" he asked.

"Yes." She yawned repeatedly.

"Sleep, I’ll wake you when we arrive." He nudged his shoulder, signaling she could use it.

She used her tiny gaze to express her pride, determined not to lean! But as the subway started, swaying her into slumber, her stubbornness yielded, and she unknowingly leaned firmly on his shoulder, falling asleep soundly.

As a media worker, overtime had been commonplace in the years of work, even staying awake for days for a big scoop. Frequently, she would ride the subway home alone late at night, unable to dare sleep deeply for fear of missing her stop or losing belongings.

This was the first time she could sleep on the subway so soundly, without any worries, even producing slight snores from sleeping too deeply.

Maybe if Hao Ren was beside her, she could sleep just as soundly. If Yueyue were with her, she would sleep well too. Perhaps without him, someone else would be there for her, making her feel just as at ease. But coincidentally, it was him, in so many crucial moments, even life-threatening ones, it was him.

Time and time again, these coincidences—could they be called destiny?

She had already fallen into a deep sleep, her mind quieting, not thinking further. In her dreams and outside, there was only a faint scent of green grass; despite the early autumn night, it felt like spring had come, blooming along the way.

She was muddled when it was her stop, still muddled getting off the subway, and continued following him home from the station, all in a fog, remaining muddled even when she lay in bed, so muddled that she even forgot what he told her at the school gate.

She had been clear-headed for twenty years, never muddled, life not allowing confusion.

But occasionally feeling muddled was not so bad, like carrying a heavy load over mountains and far distances, when suddenly someone took the burden from her, carrying it for a while, guiding her steps. Exhausted yet relieved...

Confusion is bliss if there’s someone who allows you to be confused.

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