Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 203: It Has Always Been

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: It Has Always Been

She didn’t know what flowed in his eyes, but something about the darkness soured her eyes.

Resolutely, she plunged into his arms, wrapped around his neck, clinging to the warmth of his neck, sobbing, "I’ve always been yours, probably since I was five years old..."

As long as you need me, I always will be.

The arms wrapped around her waist suddenly tightened, as if trying to break her waist, painful somewhat, but she liked it, liked this fierce need of his, liked being pressed close to him, closer still, wishing she could merge into him.

Strange, moist heat slid across her neck, burning her shoulders, and she could hear his burning breath, and his hoarse voice, "Will you despise me?"

She shrank her neck against this strange feeling, not forgetting to shake her head vigorously.

How could she despise him? She had always feared his contempt.

"I’m not talkative, not good at cheering people up, have a bad temper, am rough on people, and not likable by nature, do you really not despise me?" His voice was muffled, as if coming from her hair.

Her heart ached, he, so outstanding, spoke so lowly of himself!

She rubbed against his chin, his stubble tickling her, "In my heart, you are the best, the very best!" she emphasized like a child.

His grip tightened even more, from her waist to her back, all controlled by his hands, the moist heat slowly moving from her neck to her earlobe, her cheek, her nose, and finally touching her lips.

She was so nervous she dared not move, his breath fanning her face, burning her cheeks, her whole body hot.

"Xiao..." It was her first time in such a situation, wanting to say something, she barely uttered a word before she was completely silenced...

There was no need to say anything or to remember what to say, enveloped as if by lava, thoroughly melting into water...

When he let her go, she lay on him like mud, her cheeks burning.

Sister Qian called them again to eat.

She jumped up like a frightened soul, but her legs weakened, and she slid toward the ground, yet his quick hands supported her.

"Eat...it’s time to eat..." her voice soft as a mosquito, she shook off his hand and ran out, the night breeze making her cheeks feel even more feverish.

Though the day had cooled, Sister Qian still set up the meal outside, where a copper stove was ready to heat the food, its charcoal fire blazing fiercely, radiating heat as she approached.

He followed her out and sitting next to her, noticed the persimmons were no longer hanging, "Where are those persimmons?"

"They were taken in this afternoon to ripen in a wooden barrel! They’ll be ready to eat in a few days," Sister Qian hastily explained. Actually, they should have been collected two days ago, but she had been busy with Grandma’s matters and had forgotten. She didn’t bring this up to avoid stirring the young people’s sadness.

"I remember Grandma also made some grape wine, right? Is it ready?" he said, looking at Grandma’s usual spot.

"Yes! Yes! I’ll get it now!" Sister Qian hurried off.

Tu Hengsha quietly observed him, seeing that although he was gaunt, there wasn’t much else amiss, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fearing that he might become melancholic, she had been cautious with her words to avoid mentioning Grandma, and now he brought it up himself, she was truly anxious.

Sister Qian brought a small jug of wine, pouring four cups.

He gazed at the wine glass, hesitating to drink.

Tu Hengsha generally didn’t drink. The last time she had beer with Hao Ren, he had caught her and had given her a stern look, and seeing his expression now, she nudged him gently with her chopsticks, "It tastes good."

His gaze flickered, and he came back to himself, also taking a sip, "It is very sweet."

But then, after drinking, he set it down and gazed at her, "Does it feel too quiet here?"

Indeed it was quiet. The hustle and bustle of the night of August 16th were still vivid in my memory, and in a blink, the place was deserted.

But since he was still there, it wasn’t cold.

However, she felt embarrassed to say this in front of Sister Qian and just quietly took his hand under the table.

He lowered his gaze and gently squeezed back, "Grandma isn’t here anymore, and renting out this house again would be inconvenient for both me and Fan Yue, so I don’t plan to rent it out anymore. Would you mind?"

She knew that wasn’t the reason. Yueyue had moved out even before Grandma had passed away, but Grandma had said that to get along, two people needed to trust each other for a long-lasting relationship. If he had other reasons he didn’t want to tell her, she still chose to trust him.

So, she just shook her head.

He stroked her hair, his eyes tender, "You’re being unusually good, let’s eat."

She had just picked up her chopsticks when she suddenly remembered someone missing, "Where’s Bangbangtang?" Normally, it would already be frolicking around their feet begging for food.

"Oh, really! I forgot about him! I’ll go look for him!" Sister Qian stood up again.

With Sister Qian’s repeated calling, Bangbangtang’s "woof woof" responses could be heard, seemingly coming from Grandma’s room.

Soon, Sister Qian held Bangbangtang in her arms, her eyes still red, not wanting to say but unable to help herself, "He was right at the door of Grandma Xu’s room. When I called him, he wouldn’t leave, just barking into the room, calling for Grandma to come out for dinner."

Bangbangtang looked at her with his shiny black eyes and then towards the direction of Grandma’s room, barking twice.

He picked up Bangbangtang, "Let’s eat, everyone, let’s eat."

Three people and one dog, nearly silently eating, oh, no, Bangbangtang still barked a few times.

The steaming copper pot merely had a few leaves swished around before it was left untouched, yet it was Tu Hengsha who aggressively added some more vegetables, blanched them, and then placed them in his bowl.

What she gave him, he naturally ate. After a while, she managed to feed him two small bowls full and then cooked a small handful of noodles. Only after watching him eat did she stop.

"Sister Qian, aren’t there some dumplings left? How about boiling some dumplings in the pot?" She feared a small handful of noodles might not be enough for him, especially since he hadn’t been eating well for days.

Sister Qian was just about to get them when he finally spoke, "Boil them and you eat. Don’t give me anymore."

"... " Aren’t these for you?

"I’m full, what about you?" He put down his chopsticks and asked.

Of course, he was asking her, and she hurriedly replied, "I’m also full. Xiao Xu, listen to me, our vacation ends today, we have to go back to work tomorrow. You haven’t rested well these past few days, sit for a little while after eating then go to sleep, and have Sister Qian prepare you a cup of hot milk before bed, it might help you sleep better."

Listening to her, he suddenly frowned, "What about you? Where will you go?"

"I need to go home! I haven’t been back for three days!" she said somewhat helplessly.

He stood up, "Come with me, we need to count some money."

Was this about tallying up the expenses for the past few days? Alright, although he could give her money or not, and she didn’t really care, it was still necessary to keep track of it.

She followed him to the room, very seriously listing the expenses calculated by Sister Qian and herself, even using a calculator in front of him again, and finally pushing the calculator towards him, "Do you want to add it up again?"