Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 53 Your Home

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 Your Home

"..." Tu Hengsha’s mind briefly stalled, what was this? This conversation not only exceeded the boundaries he required in a colleague relationship, but also those of a typical friendship. What else could she say besides being dumbfounded, like a petrified quail?

He glanced at her, full of disdain. "Why do you always look so stupid?"

"..." She was so angry she shot back, "Mr. Su, I am someone who makes a clear distinction between work and personal space. I hope that my time and space outside of work won’t be disturbed by inexplicable people and things. Thank you." I’ll return your exact words to you!

He was taken aback, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes dimmed.

Her peripheral vision caught sight of his jaw tightening gradually, and his profile darkening in the light and shadow.

For some reason, she felt he was a bit sad at that moment, and she was a soft-hearted person. She wrinkled her nose, disliking her own uselessness, giving in so quickly, yet she really did soften.

"Your Grandma loves you very much..." The scene of Grandma sending them out the last time flashed before her eyes, her voice like it was immersed in a misty fog. Rather than saying it was because of her speculation of his somberness that softened her heart, it was more accurate to say that someone like Grandma made her heart ache. Family affection was the most cherished thing to her, and she only had her Mom now. If there was one more family member in this world, how joyful she would be!

However, no one responded to her watery softness. He kept a stern face, continuously driving.

She was speechless and sighed quietly, pointing to the street corner near the school, "Here we are, my home is just here. Do you still remember this place?"

How could he not remember? He had studied here for three years.

"This is also kind of your alma mater. My home is in the school dormitory, my mom is a school teacher." She opened the car door, ready to get out, suddenly remembering the pile of leftovers he had packed, "I like Grandma’s dishes too, let me take some back!"

It wasn’t a negotiating tone, but a decision and a notification, then without his agreement, she opened the car’s back door, almost took everything, but he promptly said, "Leave me some for a midnight snack!"

Her hand paused, leaving him two boxes.

She wasn’t hungry, it was just that she guessed he wouldn’t know how to handle so much stuff going back, she didn’t want Grandma’s intentions to end up in the trash, after all, he was someone who liked throwing things away, while she happened to enjoy picking up his trash...

Shu Hui was quite happy to see there was a midnight snack. "I didn’t eat enough tonight, are these all made by Yueyue?"

Tu Hengsha didn’t want to explain the more complex relationships, so he just casually responded, "Mm." The mother and daughter enjoyed a late-night snack, almost finishing the leftovers and even shared a small bottle of beer, feeling rather cozy.

When Ronggui returned, holding just a plastic bag in his hand, Shang Qingmei, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, focused her gaze on the plastic bag.

He subconsciously moved his hand, intending to hide it behind him, but it was just a reflex. He was no longer the little boy who bought extracurricular books and figured out every possible way to sneak them into the house.

Shang Qingmei’s face was marked with unhappiness, and he could tell.

"Mom." He called out.

Shang Qingmei erupted, looking heartbroken, "You still know I’m your mom?"

"..." He stood silently, just like the little boy whose extracurricular book had been discovered back then.

"You went to that mutton place again? How many times have I told you! That’s no longer your home! Your home is at the Su Residence! At the Su Residence! Why won’t you listen? Running there all the time, what do you want the Su family to think? Your father supported you through school and raised you! Don’t you have any gratitude?"

He closed his eyes, allowing Shang Qingmei’s aggressive reproach to spray chaotically across his face.