Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 298 - 288 Bright Moonlight, Heart’s Mole

Chapter 298: Chapter 288 Bright Moonlight, Heart’s Mole

He had many reasons he could give.

For example, there would be no engagement. There never was an engagement. Whether or not it involved Changqing that night, the engagement would never be announced. And then, she said he disappeared without a cause, that he lied to deceive her. But he didn’t intentionally stay away from her. This wasn’t the kind of thing that could be settled by just explaining the truth. Changqing, lurking in the shadows, was such a dangerous person. How could he dare approach her and put her in danger? For this reason, he specifically asked the newly appointed director of the photography department to send her away for a week. Yet even so, she still encountered a bomb. Fortunately, he noticed the unusual red light under the car; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable...

Although she usually liked to cause trouble, she was always reasonable and not a willful person. He thought she would trust him entirely. He thought that if he explained afterward, she would definitely understand. But now it seemed he was truly mistaken. Her comment, saying "no reason at any time," made all his reasons invalid. There wasn’t a single reason she could accept, so there was no need to explain.

He drove alone on a desolate winter morning and felt that emotional interference was indeed a strange thing. When things were good between him and her, they weren’t together 24/7. Many times, he drove alone, but his heart was full, as if the whole world resided within him. No matter where the car went, it felt like a warm river flowed through his heart. But now, his heart was empty, as empty as the desolate world around him, with bare branches falling, cold winds blowing, and heavy smog hanging in the air.

This feeling was indeed very strange, clearly hollow inside, yet heavy like a large stone pressing on his chest, very uncomfortable.

This feeling lasted the entire day and even affected his work.

In the afternoon, he had to conduct a personal interview. He actually lost focus while listening to what the other person was saying...

Fortunately, it wasn’t a live broadcast. Also fortunately, he had prepared very thoroughly before the interview.

"Su Ronggui, what’s going on with you today?" asked Deng Lin, the newly appointed director of the photography department, afterward.

He shook his head and expressed an apology.

"No need to apologize. It was fine; there were no mistakes. It’s just that your mood seemed off. Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?" Deng Lin asked.

He shook his head, "I’ll go back, work overtime, and write the draft. You go on your own."

He got into his car.

In winter, it got dark early. On the way home, the sky gradually darkened. By the time he reached the alley, it was already completely dark. The street lamps and red lanterns glowed brightly, but inside, he felt very cold.

He didn’t know what was being sold at the mouth of the alley, but there was a long queue. Yet in the queue, there was no longer that petite girl in a gray-blue down jacket, hopping about, buying food for him.

He silently continued driving forward.

When entering the small courtyard, Bangbangtang, as usual, greeted him, spinning around his pants leg, following him all the way back to the room.

He remembered a time when he returned from the Su family, longing for her. That day, he had dinner at her place. As he opened the door, he saw her sleeping on the sofa, a table full of snacks. Like a little mouse, she had eaten herself to sleep with biscuit crumbs all over her mouth.

At that time, she must have missed him as well, right? Otherwise, after not seeing each other for hours, why would she run over eagerly?

Even though he knew she wouldn’t be in the room at this moment, he subconsciously glanced at the sofa, the place where she usually sat, when he opened the door.

Nothing but emptiness.

No her, no table full of snacks, only Bangbangtang spinning around at his feet.

He bent down and picked up Bangbangtang, walked to sit by the coffee table, in the spot he often sat. What he usually held was her, not Bangbangtang. Often, as he held her, she would fall asleep in his arms.

"Woof, woof..." Bangbangtang seemed quite taken by the surprise affection, nudging his head against his neck.

He placed him on the coffee table, meeting his eyes, and petted his back while sighing, "Mom doesn’t want us anymore, what do we do?"

"Woof, woof, woof..." Bangbangtang barked a few more times and even licked his fingers, as if saying: There’s still me.

He sighed, "What do you understand..."

He moved him aside, placed the computer on the table, and started working.

A personal interview report, from coming home till midnight, he had only written a thousand words. The dinner Sister Qian sent in was still there, cold by now.

He reviewed the thousand words and deleted them all. What on earth had he written?

He realized he couldn’t work anymore.

Unknowingly, that girl who barged into his sight in Nan County, forcing him to admit he was Xiao Xu, had such a profound impact on him...

Bits and pieces flashed through his mind. The person who took care of him when he was sick in Nan County was her; the person who vowed to protect him when his arm was fractured was her; the person who accompanied him through the darkest times after Grandma passed away was her...

Because of her, he rejoiced, he worried, he got angry, he laughed, and he became a vibrant person.

She was his bright moonlight.

She was the mole on his heart.

She was his warmth to rely on.

Yes, he suddenly realized quite clearly that, as a man, he always subconsciously thought he was the mountain for the woman. But in reality, for him, it was him who relied on her.

He couldn’t be without her.

He rubbed his brows, and when he reopened his eyes, he saw the two wooden boxes on the table. They held his twenty years and her twenty years, but without each other’s twenty years.

She had collected a bunch of his junk, and he had bought all the hairpins he had seen in his twenty years. Now they were placed separately in those two boxes.

He got up to pick one up, opened it, and inside was a box full of various hairpins.

He never thought there would be a day he could give these hairpins to her, yet he often had perplexing dreams where he put a headful of hairpins on her.

Actually, when he initially bought these hairpins, it wasn’t because he particularly liked the little girl he met when he was eight. Of course, he did like her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have insisted on saving her at such a young age. It’s just that he didn’t dare to like her. The people and things he liked never ended well, just like that dog beaten to death by the driver. The things he liked all got torn apart by his mother and turned into nightmares for him.

What was his mentality at that time when he bought hairpins? It was more of a secret, rebellious thrill. His mother hated that little girl, yet he insisted on remembering her. What he remembered most was the red butterfly hairpin in her black hair. If his mother knew he was buying girls’ hairpins for fun, she would fly into a rage again, maybe even think he was a pervert. In fact, he, too, once thought he was a pervert, or else why would a good boy like him enjoy collecting girls’ hairpins and keep at it for twenty years?

Yet he was just immersed in such secret delight. Every time he added a hairpin, it felt like sneaking a taste of honey from a honeycomb, tense, thrilling, yet so full of joy.