Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 155: Su Ronggui, Your Choice

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Su Ronggui, Your Choice

"You might not know this, but for whom? For Su Rongxing! His precious sister! Su Rongxing’s been causing a ruckus in the office today, just look how aggrieved she is!"

"Exactly, everyone says Su Ronggui is proud and independent, and if anyone could make him bend, it’d probably be Su Rongxing! How could he bear to let Su Rongxing suffer even a little?"

"Who doesn’t agree with that? Su Rongxing’s personality isn’t likable, nothing about her is good, except for one thing, having a good brother!"

"What do you know? Is being just a sister enough for Su Ronggui to be so good?"

"What else then?"

"Don’t you know? Su Rongxing isn’t even his biological sister!"

"No way? They have the same surname, one family!"

"So what? There’s no blood relation at all! If they really get together, the Su family would cut ties with Su Ronggui, and let him get back to his original surname. I heard Su Ronggui’s surname was originally Xu!"

"Wow! That explains why Su Ronggui would be so accommodating to Su Rongxing! So that’s how it is..."

Tu Hengsha suddenly didn’t want to walk anymore, scenes flashed before his eyes, Su Rongxing’s gentleness towards him, Su Rongxing’s pouting in front of him, his heart echoed with the same sentiment as his female colleagues, "So that’s how it is..."

An inexplicable bitterness, like a tide, surged into her heart. Such a feeling, it’s so unfamiliar...

When she dawdled back to the main office to put things away, her colleagues hadn’t all left, the night shift colleagues were still there, Su Ronggui, Su Rongxing, and Hao Ren were also still there.

Her colleagues’ words echoed uncontrollably in her ears, "Su Rongxing isn’t even his biological sister!"... "If they really get together, the Su family would cut ties with Su Ronggui!"... "No wonder! Su Ronggui would be so accommodating to Su Rongxing to this extent! So that’s how it is..."

Her heart surged with bitterness again, she lowered her head, not looking at any of the Su family members, quickly walked to her desk, put down her things, habitually reached for her water cup to drink, her hand reached out but grasped nothing, then she remembered, her porcelain water cup had been swept to the ground by Su Rongxing and was broken, now lying in the trash can.

She inexplicably felt that at this moment, her heart was like that water cup, shattered completely.

"Hao Ren, I’m leaving." She slung her bag over her back, bidding goodbye to Hao Ren.

"Wait for me, let’s go together," Hao Ren also picked up his computer.

As the two were just stepping out, Su Rongxing’s voice rang loudly, "Su Ronggui, you stop right there!"

Tu Hengsha hesitated, but it wasn’t directed at her, what did it have to do with her? Her heart felt cold, she kept walking, but then Su Rongxing mentioned her name.

"Su Ronggui! Today, it’s irreconcilable between Tu Hengsha and me! I can’t deal with the situation in Chenjiang with either her or me! But Su Ronggui, you must make a choice! Between her and me, you can only pick one! Beside you, there’s me or her! If you pick me, stay here and don’t move! If you pick her, go with her!" At this moment, Su Rongxing was standing in front of Su Ronggui, pointing in Tu Hengsha’s direction.

When Tu Hengsha turned back, this was the scene she saw.

"Rongxing..." he called her name, his gaze passed over her and settled on Tu Hengsha.

Su Rongxing cried, throwing herself into his arms, holding him tightly, "You’re not allowed to go! No way... I met you when I was seven, we’ve been together for eighteen years! The rabbits we raised, the games we played, the trees we climbed, they all won’t let you go! Do you remember the tallest banyan tree in the neighborhood? When I missed Mom, I’d climb up, but I was afraid of heights, I could climb up but couldn’t get down, and every time you, it was you who climbed up, accompanied me, watched the stars with me, and then took me down..."

Tu Hengsha’s eyes welled up, her heart ached with bittersweet pain, "Let’s go."

Even after saying "Let’s go," she waited a few seconds, perhaps unwilling, always longing for a choice, yet she never heard the sound of pursuing footsteps, so she quickened her pace, swiftly leaving the newspaper office.

She had also once longed for her dad when she was a child.

At five years old, when the house was covered in blood and Mom lay on the bed lifeless; at six, when she climbed a stool to wipe windows and fell off, hitting her forehead and bleeding; at seven, when she held Mom, kissed her face, and begged her not to cry; at eight, when she watched other kids riding on their dad’s shoulders, yelling "giddy-up"; at nine...

Never expecting, yet always wondering "what if."

Neighbors would say, poor child without a dad, if only she had a dad...

Mom said, in the past, Dad would buy something delicious every day, coming home from the east end of Hongliu Road, "If your dad was at home..."

There was a big tree at school, climbing to the top you could see a sky full of stars, and also see the east end of Hongliu Road.

She had also once climbed the tree at dusk, holding onto a branch, gazing at the furthest end of the Hongliu tree.

That was the route home that Mom mentioned, but she would never see the day Dad came home. All she ever saw were other kids’ dads holding their hands, buying fried buns at Grandpa Pang’s shop; she saw the chubby son of the Hongliu Road mini-mart, so chubby, his dad would come pick him up, even carrying his backpack for him and handing him a bottle of calcium milk; she saw Yaya, still in kindergarten, under the roadside eaves, having tied braids all over her dad’s head, yet her dad hugged Yaya with a smile, letting his beard tickle her face; she saw Caicai, a grade lower than her, hopping along the road and suddenly falling, her dad immediately picked her up, wiped her tears, and rubbed her knee; she saw the smoke from the dinner cooking in many homes, the lights turning on one by one, each home calling their child back for dinner like a lit melody; she saw Da Qiang’s dad carrying a stick, coming out to find him, dragging Da Qiang out of the arcade to give him a few smacks, yet as soon as it rained, his dad took off his coat to cover Da Qiang’s head...

When it rained, she could only slide down the tree on her own, like a little monkey, expertly carrying her book bag and hugging the oil, salt, and meat she had just bought, sprinting all the way home; the ground was wet and the road slippery, she fell to the ground, her knees hurt, yet she could only get up by herself, pick up her stuff, and keep running...

She was also addicted to climbing trees, not to look at stars but rather to observe the everyday warmth of families. When Yaya laughed, she laughed too, touching her own face, as if it was hers Yaya’s dad was tickling with his beard; when Da Qiang got beaten and yelled in agony, she still laughed, touching her own bottom, imagining how painful those smacks could be; when others shouted their kids’ names, calling them home for dinner, she did the same in her heart: Little Sha, Little Sha, come home for dinner...

Is that how they called?

What she saw were the things she lacked, the most ordinary warmth in the world. No one would ever tickle her face with a beard, no one would call her home for dinner, no one would spank her bottom with a stick, yet she still liked watching, just like seeing a blank sheet slowly filled with one light at a time, one little figure at a time. What Su Ronggui called "the fireworks of life," to her, perhaps this was it? At least when she watched, she carried a joy within her.

Su Ronggui...

That name woke her from her memories, her face felt cool, and when she touched it, it was wet with tears, unknowingly, tears streamed down her face...

Su Ronggui, Xiao Xu, I didn’t cry when I slipped on the wet ground after the rain, didn’t cry when I fell and bled from my forehead, meeting you, I’ve almost shed tears for twenty years now...