Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 204: Don’t Leave

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Don’t Leave

"No need." He pulled out his wallet, and gave her a card.

"..." She was speechless. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you money! Get it yourself!"

"..." In this digital age, through which channel can’t one transfer money? Why does she need to withdraw cash herself?

He stuffed the card into her hand. "Take it. In the future, you might need to handle many things: Sister Qian’s salary, the household expenses for groceries, along with various other costs. I can’t manage this."

So, was this his way of asking her to take over the household?

She felt a strange sensation inside, yet it was inexplicably soothing.

Well then... time to take charge! No need to be polite!

She took the card, ready to head home, and stood up, but he asked again, "Where are you going?"

"I’m going home!" Hadn’t she already told him that?

His face instantly fell, and his expression turned sour.

"What’s wrong?" She felt as if she was holding him in the palm of her hand, fearful of him being unhappy. She was anxious about every little change in his mood.

He was silent for a while, then reached out and pulled her onto his lap, enveloping her in his embrace. "Can’t you stay here?"

She immediately tried to stand up. "What are you thinking?"

He pulled her back. "What are you thinking?"

"..." Okay, so she was the one who got it wrong? She felt somewhat embarrassed. "I... I wasn’t thinking anything, it’s you who thought too much..."

"Don’t leave." He gently touched her cheek, not mocking her for her mistake.

"..." She was taken aback, sighing inwardly. With Grandma gone, he had become like a child, so clingy! "Xiao Xu, I haven’t been home for several days, my mom will be worried about me!"

"Why don’t you call her? Should I do it?"

"If I do, my mom would come through the internet to strangle you!" Expecting her to stay the night without being married, wasn’t that asking for trouble?

Though feeling helpless, she was also a bit heartbroken. The Mr. Su she had first met in Nan County with his harsh words, was that the real him? Finally, she surrendered, "I’ll stay with you a little longer, and go home later, okay?"

He didn’t comment.

She knew it wasn’t what he wanted, but this was the most she could concede. "Do you want some milk now? Shall I get it ready for you?"

"No." He was brusque, his petulance quite clear.

"..." She had no choice but to coax him patiently. "Xiao Xu, I came over here barefoot, without shoes or clothes to change into. I have to go to work tomorrow. Are you expecting me to wear your clothes and shuffle over in slippers? I can stay with you for two more hours, okay?"

"Hm." He grunted a very reluctant affirmation.

"..." She sighed, it really wasn’t easy.

He wasn’t one for many words, whereas she was the opposite, liking to chatter. But with Grandma having just passed away, she wasn’t in the mood nor did it seem appropriate to make too much noise. So they sat in silence, her head resting quietly on his chest, and she surprisingly didn’t find it boring.

There was a delivery box on his desk that looked familiar to her. Suddenly she remembered—it was the one she had sent him, returning his belongings, signifying the end of their relationship.

She still remembered what he had said: she still owed him one item, and they would be over after she returned it all.

Later, she did return the last calligraphy piece to him, but it was torn by him, sadly.

How they had escalated to that point, she couldn’t quite recall.

It goes to show, people shouldn’t act impulsively. Some things, once done, can’t be taken back, and regret is too late. Like the calligraphy, once torn, it’s torn; even if you piece it together from the fragments, it’s never the same. Even if he wrote a hundred more pieces with the same characters, it would hold a different meaning from the original.

She could only be grateful she hadn’t impulsively thrown away other things.

Sitting in his embrace, she reached out and dragged the box over.

His hand reached around from behind, pressing down, "I already gave it back to you? Still want to look?"

She immediately felt both embarrassed and agitated, starting to act shameless, "That’s my stuff! I want to move it back!"

"Since you gave it to me, I can’t just hand it over to you again! Just to avoid you getting mad and sending it to me again! Just leave it here! Save yourself the postage!"

He was clearly mocking her! "I want to! This time I’ll move it back and won’t send it to you anymore!"

"Then I’m not giving it to you either!" He pressed down on the lid of the box, refusing to let go.

"What if I insist on having it?"

The air suddenly became quiet for a moment, and he slowly leaned close to her ear, whispering, "Marry me, and it becomes yours."

"..." Caught off guard, her face turned red, and she instinctively refuted, "Who wants to marry you?"

"Oh?" he countered, "Not marrying?"

"..." How could she answer that? Out of embarrassment and annoyance, she snatched the box away with force, opened it, and was stunned.

The piece of calligraphy that he had torn up was now lying perfectly on top!

At first, she thought he had rewritten it, but upon closer inspection, she was certain it was the very same one she had saved for nearly twenty years!

Holding it out to show him, she stammered, "This... this isn’t..."

He glanced over with a faint look, "You’re willing to part with it, but I’m not."

"..." She put the piece of calligraphy on the table, leaned into his arms, and her heart began to sour again.

"Will you break up with me again next time?" he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers pinching her face.

She shook her head but still felt it was unfair, mumbling, "You also said you’d break up with me."

"Did I? I don’t remember that."

"..." He actually denied it! Such a rascal! She stood up to face him, "Of course, there was! You said yourself that if I return the last item, you’d break up with me!"

"But you didn’t actually give it back to me!" His eyes held an inscrutable meaning.

Tu Hengsha pointed at the calligraphy, "I did!"

He shook his head, "Not that."

What else could there be? She thought hard and was sure there was nothing else left! "Really, there’s only this!"

He still shook his head, "Such a thing, once I’ve given it to you, you can’t give it back."

"What are you talking about?" She racked her brain but couldn’t remember what he was referring to, "Is it the Mid-Autumn Festival mooncake? That indeed can’t be given back." Can something eaten be spat back out?

He looked at her, silent for a long while.

"What?" Her gaze so strange!

He pinched her face, "Still so dense!"

"How would I know if you don’t tell me? Just say it!" Not the mooncake, could it be some other food? "Lollipop? There’s only the wrapper left, right?"

His face seemed to read: How can you be so obtuse?

She suddenly realized, "Could it be my life? You saved it, so that can’t be returned either...But if I really had to repay...I could...maybe with my body..."

As she spoke, she yawned, not finishing her sentence, when she saw a "seeing ghosts" expression appear on his face.

She covered her mouth, her face buried in his chest, feeling so embarrassed she wished the ground would swallow her up. Indeed, after three days without sleep, her speech was no longer filtered by her brain.

No matter what, her words entertained him, and in the low spirits following Grandma’s passing, she finally saw a lively expression on his face again, although the meaning behind that expression was somewhat indescribable.

In the end, he didn’t say what it was that he had given her that she couldn’t return. She knew it wasn’t her life, but no matter how much she pressed him, he refused to say.