CHAPTER 147: CHAPTER 26: INVITING A WOLF INTO THE HOUSE

"What are you joking about," Su Ziceng couldn’t restrain herself and was about to tap her with chopsticks, but just then Mrs. Yan came out to clear the tableware, and Su Ziceng promptly sat up straight and well-behaved.

"I’m serious, aside from having less money than Hang Yishao, Teacher Pei Luo is quite nice," Yan Wuxu said earnestly. As Mrs. Yan went back to the kitchen, she lowered her voice and said: "At least I’ve been in love, which is definitely better than you who hasn’t even sent off your first love."

Not having sent off her first love, this phrase successfully silenced Su Ziceng. Her time with Hang Yishao wasn’t really any sweet first love; he hadn’t even given her a bouquet. Su Ziceng glanced at the roses in the dining room, feeling sour in her heart.

"I won’t talk nonsense with you," Su Ziceng looked at Yan Wuxu and noticed that a woman nourished by love indeed looked different. Without any makeup, Yan Wuxu still looked bright and beautiful.

"Alright, you don’t listen to me, but you should at least listen to the school. I heard the school is introducing some new courses next academic year, including one called ’Marriage Feng Shui Studies,’" Yan Wuxu was always particularly concerned about Kelly’s matters.

"I also want to ask you about something, do you know the family living at the end of the row of houses at the front turn?" Su Ziceng thought Yan Wuxu, being an old resident of this generation, should know the family of the drunkard.

"You can ask my mom about it, she nearly knows everyone from that generation," Yan Wuxu took down the pink rose and replaced it with a newly delivered red one. Her cheeks were even more blushing than the dawn skies against the backdrop of the colors of the flowers.

After hearing Su Ziceng’s question, Mrs. Yan also followed with some reminiscing, "There is such a family. Years ago, that man was already heavy on drinking, lazy as well, and when he had no money for alcohol, he would beat and scold his wife and daughter, causing commotion around the whole street. A few years later, I heard that his wife started helping out at a wealthy family’s home, and that daughter was pitiable too, with no one to look after her meals. However, a few years went by, and that young girl disappeared."

Mrs. Yan’s memories were fragmented, saying whatever came to mind at times, but most were useless information, not even clear about the drunkard’s wife’s full name.

What Su Ziceng could confirm was that the family Chang Mei helped was the Su Family, and whether the deaths of Chang Mei and Qiao Chu were directly related was something she still needed to investigate.

The recent events had caused Su Ziceng’s hatred toward Chang’s mother and daughter to surge unprecedentedly. Before her rebirth, her attitude towards the Chang’s mother and daughter was simply one of rejection, but now it had escalated to loathing.

Since Chang’s mother and daughter lacked compassion first, they shouldn’t blame her for being too determined in her actions. Su Ziceng glanced at Yan Wuxu, who was still daydreaming in front of the roses, and made a decision.

"Wuxu, school is about to start; how about you come stay at my house for a few days? I didn’t get to review during the winter vacation, especially French, and I heard there will be a French class this year," Su Ziceng said, feeling somewhat uneasy inside her heart, as Mrs. Yan had been very kind to her, yet now she was about to take advantage of Wuxu, which was ultimately...

"Okay," Wuxu agreed very straightforwardly, even somewhat excitedly; it was as if her unpleasant experience at Su’s house last time had never happened.

After a brief packing, Su Ziceng added a chauffeur to come over, and before heading back, she deliberately made a phone call, "informing" Su Qingzhang that she had invited a friend to stay at her home for a few days. Su Qingzhang’s tone on the other end of the phone was very normal, without much emotion, but in his eyes, sheer ecstasy was brewing. After hanging up the phone, he instructed Secretary Wang: "Get me a barber, a few more white hairs have grown on my temples, it’s time to dye them."

Secretary Wang looked at the somewhat fidgety Su Qingzhang and said, "Chairman, the flowers you ordered have been delivered for the past few days."

Back at home, not long after sitting down in her room, Su Ziceng also heard a loud bang of a door being slammed from Chang Chi’s room. Without a doubt, she had found that disfigured Ferrari.

This time Chang Chi was like a mute who had swallowed bitterness; she could only swallow the pain. She had specifically pleaded with Hang Yishao to visit her father today, hoping to gain some sympathy points for herself. They had just left with the front foot, and when they came back, the father inside had already passed out drunk, and the car outside was smashed by someone unknown. She didn’t dare to mention to her family that she went to the Sixth District and could only brave the snow to find a towing company to send it to a nearby parking lot.