If Heaven Has Feelings (Chapter 101)

Chapter 101
After passing through layers of security procedures, and having almost my entire body searched, even my Glock 18 that I kept close to my body
was taken away, I finally entered this seemingly unremarkable courtyard house. This courtyard house
was no different from those still existing in Beijing; it was a square, matchbox-like structure nestled in a centuries-old alleyway.
However, its location was anything but ordinary. Not far from the courtyard was the political center of the country. If it weren't
for Vera Su's connection, I would almost certainly never have been able to come to such a place.
The interior of the courtyard house was much larger than it appeared from the outside. From the brick walls to the tiled roof, everything was a uniform gray-blue,
with only the newly painted red paint on the beams adding a touch of vibrancy, preventing the centuries-old courtyard from feeling too
gloomy and solemn. However, a few flashing red dots under the eaves and the people moving behind the paper-cut window panes
reminded me that the security here was just as tight as outside.
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man led me through the hall towards the backyard. Although he was wearing
a tracksuit and white Double Star rubber shoes, his short hair, straight back, and gait clearly indicated
he had served in the military. While I couldn't tell if he was carrying a gun, I
was certain he could take on ten men unarmed.
After passing through a long, somewhat gloomy corridor, my eyes were suddenly filled with light, like a
traveler who had been trekking in darkness suddenly seeing sunlight. Before me lay a spacious garden,
its size almost extravagant in the heart of Yanjing City. The warm autumn sun of Yanjing, like
a golden umbrella, enveloped the golden rapeseed flowers, filling the garden with vitality
.
In this prime location of Beijing, where land is incredibly valuable, the existence of such a large open space was truly astonishing. Moreover
, this plot of land was just a vegetable garden, the excellent black soil teeming with vegetables. Besides rapeseed, there were also cabbages and celery
. Cucumbers, tomatoes, and pumpkins climbed on the pergola built in the corner of the wall. Several small birds chirped overhead
, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of earth, making one feel as if they were in a mountain village farmhouse.
"Young man, help me carry the water bucket over." A hoarse but strong voice rang out, and I
realized that there were only two people left in the yard.
A rather burly old man had his back to me. Although he was bent over carefully examining the celery leaves, I
knew that he was quite tall when he stood up. From behind, his bald head
was quite conspicuous in the sunlight. He wore a purplish-red silk Tang suit, the smooth fabric embroidered with many black
"卍" characters, and his feet, clad in black velvet trousers, revealed the edges of blue cloth shoes and white socks.
I was stunned for a moment before I realized the old man was calling me. Looking around, I saw a large
white metal bucket filled with water at the entrance of the passage. I quickly picked up the bucket and walked to the old man's side.
"Pour it in," he said. The old man didn't turn around, but he accurately anticipated my movements. He
placed the large watering can he was holding at his feet, and I did as he instructed, slowly pouring the water from the bucket
into the can.
Seeing that the can was full, the old man picked it up himself and began watering the vegetables and fruits as he walked .
The sleeves of his silk Tang suit were pulled up to his elbows, revealing two arms covered with age spots, but they still looked
strong and powerful. Judging from the protruding veins and bulging veins, the old man's body was as vigorous as his spirit.
I patiently followed behind, watching the old man water the garden as he walked. I didn't rashly offer my help, because
I knew he had spent his life in the military and was very proud and strong-willed. I knew that any well-intentioned help
would be seen as disrespect and insult. Besides, his movements showed no signs of age; though slow, they were very
steady. In less than half an hour, he had watered the entire garden.
The old man put down the watering can, straightened his back, and in the setting sun, his body still carried the strength and fortitude of a soldier.
However, the golden sunlight revealed a layer of sweat on his forehead. He
casually wiped the sweat from his brow with the white cuff of his Tang suit sleeve, then turned to face me.
This was my first time facing the old man. His high forehead was completely bald, bathed in the
bright yellow light of the setting sun. His long, square face was etched with the lines of time, and his long, white eyebrows slanted upwards
, exuding an air of authority without anger. His seemingly cloudy eyes held a chilling light. His gaze swept over me
, as if a powerful force had immobilized me. His lips, below his high nose, were
tightly pressed together, the corners of his mouth curving downwards noticeably, naturally conveying the air of someone who had long held a high position.
"You are Gao Yan?" he finally spoke after sizing me up, his voice thick with Sichuan accent.
"Yes," I replied briefly, simultaneously composed myself and looking directly into his powerful eyes
.
Our gazes met, and the cold light in the old man's eyes intensified. I met his gaze without flinching, and we
stared at each other for several minutes in the autumn sunlight, neither of us showing any sign of backing down. The fact that an old man of his age
could possess such a powerful aura filled me with a sense of awe. My
composure surprised him; he didn't seem offended at all, instead a slight smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes seemed to hold
a hint of approval.
However, the words that followed were merciless, and I could clearly feel his raging anger
: "How dare you! Who gave you permission to use my name outside?"
I wasn't intimidated by his pressure. I remained calm, looking directly into his piercing eyes, and slowly
replied, "A general in the field may disobey the emperor's orders. I only did what I was supposed to do at that moment, and now it seems
I did a good job."
"Heh, you ignorant brat." I don't know how effective my words were, but the old man's craggy
face stretched even longer. He let out a few snickers, a sound as chilling as an owl's laughter
.
"You really think that a little kid and a crazy girl can make the Governor-General of Zhili do whatever you want?
You're being far too naive."
"What do you mean?" The old man's words struck at my heart. Recalling my actions that night, I realized I had indeed been
rash and reckless. I hadn't expected success to come so easily. I had always thought it was my
decisiveness and meticulousness that had impressed the Lang family, but now it seemed things were definitely not that simple, nor should they be
.
"For such an important person as the Lang family's chief steward to suddenly travel south into Huaihai's territory and even contact
the deputy head of the Six Doors constables without letting a word slip, what do you think?"
The old man's casual words sent a chill down my spine. I had thought Cao Yamin's arrangements
were meticulous and thorough enough, but I hadn't expected that the old man
would see through Cao and You's actions so clearly.
"Could it be... at sea?" I frowned, and an answer suddenly popped into my head—that was the only
possibility.
I received confirmation from the old man's eyes; it seemed I hadn't guessed wrong.
Indeed, only he could, without anyone noticing, mobilize the navy and coastal defenses, bypassing the intelligence network
's surveillance of Yanjing City, and send You Mi to international waters to meet with important figures from the Huaihai region.
Thinking of this, I felt even greater respect for the old man before me, and a sense of unease crept into my heart.
My actions in Beijing had been quite audacious, bordering on criminal. Given the old man's influence,
he was likely already aware of this, and perhaps I had been under his control
the moment I arrived. However, the old man's expression was much gentler than before, as if my quick reaction
had left a deep impression on him. I seemed to see a hint of approval in his deep eyes.
"Young man, you water this last bit." The old man finally softened his aura somewhat, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief. I
took the watering can from him and began watering the remaining two vegetable plots, just as he had done.
However, this farming work, though seemingly unremarkable, revealed me to be
a mistake once I started. While it wasn't strenuous work or demanding skills, just bending over and walking
a few times in the sun had already caused beads of sweat to appear on my forehead.
Fortunately, I'd endured the harshest extreme environments; I'd previously lurked in the jungle for days and nights without feeling tired.
This hunched-over posture, though uncomfortable, was bearable, but I persevered. Only after
finishing watering the plants in my watering can did I straighten my back, stretch my aching neck, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Tired already? Heh." The old man, seemingly out of nowhere, sat down on the bluestone steps of the courtyard.
He pulled out a blue tortoiseshell box with gilded decorations from somewhere, picked out a few strands of golden tobacco, and
rolled them up in champagne-colored paper.
His hands were large and rough, covered with indistinguishable scars and wrinkles, but his movements
were surprisingly nimble. In no time, he rolled a cigarette, lit it with a box of matches, and sat down on the steps to puff
away.
After putting down the kettle and bucket, I went straight to the old man and sat down beside him. He didn't seem to mind my frankness
; instead, he placed the box in my hand. I didn't stand on ceremony and rolled one myself. Taking
a puff, a rich, full-bodied aroma filled my mouth. I was somewhat moved and said, "Is this a No. 13 cigar?"
"Heh, young man, you have a good eye," the old man smiled and nodded. The wrinkles around his eyes were more pronounced
, but there was a childlike slyness in his eyes, much like Vera Su's.
"This stuff can only be smoked from the kind produced in my hometown. But after those old folks pass away, this
technique will probably be lost." The old man exhaled a puff of white smoke contentedly, but with a hint of complaint.
"Ten a month, the doctor prescribed it, saying too much is bad. Heh, I've lived this long, and
this is all I have for a hobby, and I still have to be told what to do. Damn it." The old man complained like a child, completely unlike
his previous arrogant self-importance. Only the last curse word revealed his soldierly nature.
The old man plopped down on the steps, not caring at all about the dust. His silk trousers
were rolled up high, revealing bulging veins on his calves. His posture was like that of a farmer, completely lacking his previous
dignified air. But even so, his back remained ramrod straight, and he continued to puff out smoke.
"These days, too few kids can endure hardship. Even my own children don't have the patience
to farm with an old man like me," the old man patted his knee, looking quite wistful. He had shed his tough
exterior and now resembled a man in his eighties.
At this point, the old man seemed somewhat disheartened, his previously eloquent speech abruptly ceasing. I didn't know
whether I should comment on other people's affairs, so I remained silent. We sat there in the setting sun, silently
puffing away.
When the cigar in my hand was almost completely reduced to ash, this unusual silence was
broken by footsteps. Judging from the lightness and rhythm of the footsteps, it should be a woman, and a woman I knew
.
Sure enough, a slightly hoarse female voice sounded behind us. The voice had a unique sensuality, but it
was softer than usual.
"Dad, it's almost six o'clock. Do you still need someone to call you for dinner?"
I turned around, and a tall, graceful figure, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, stood behind me.
Unlike before, Vera Su's still beautiful and elegant face lacked the carefree
and unrestrained air of the past, replaced by a gentler and more reserved demeanor. Her dazzling blonde hair was wrapped in an orange
headscarf embroidered with gold thread, which softened her mixed Western and Eastern features. Her full lips were only lightly glossed
, unlike her usual bold red lipstick.
Her curvaceous, S-shaped body was encased in an orange-red chiffon dress. Although the dress
wasn't form-fitting, appearing somewhat loose and loose, it accentuated her femininity. Her two naturally long legs
were faintly visible beneath the dress, the long hem reaching her ankles, and her beautiful feet were clad in
white flat sandals studded with rhinestones.
"Hehe, why are you rushing me, little girl? I'm just having a smoke with Xiao Gao. I'll go in as soon as I'm done."
"Go." When Old Su saw his daughter, his rock-like face softened instantly, revealing an incredulous, gentle smile,
but he still waved his hand dismissively.
"Dad, I'm not trying to be mean, but even though cigars don't go into the lungs, they still go down the throat. Smoking too much is never
good for your health. Can't you just listen to me...?"
Vera Su was clearly not as respectful to Old Su as the others. She bluntly stepped forward, snatched the few remaining
cigars, and casually stubbed them out on the flowerbed, arguing incessantly.
"Alright, alright, I know. You're even more nagging than your mother..." Old Su was clearly afraid of his daughter scolding him, so he
waved his hand impatiently, stood up, and walked into the house.
Only I noticed that a slight look of displeasure flashed across Vera Su's face.
But that expression disappeared in an instant. She quickly adjusted herself, stepped forward, and supported her father's shoulders, half-embracing, half-helping him as he
walked inside. I hurriedly followed.
Passing through the somewhat dimly lit passage, guided by Vera Su, we entered the back wing of the courtyard house
, into a spacious and warm room. The old Beijing residents living in courtyard houses used to burn
kang (heated brick beds) during this season, though now with central heating, the kangs are merely decorative. The furniture inside
was all made of fine mahogany, the red-lacquered tables and chairs looking particularly vibrant in the winter.
The room was brightly lit, and a table of food was already laid out on a square mahogany table in the center. An opened bottle of
Moutai sat in the middle, its unique aroma filling the air. The dishes on the table were all home-style
Sichuan cuisine, including Dongpo pork knuckle, shredded pork with garlic sauce, Kung Pao chicken, sliced beef and tripe in chili sauce, twice-cooked pork, and Mapo tofu, all
prepared with exquisite care and deliciousness, clearly the work of a renowned chef.
"Where are your stepmother and brothers?" Old Su asked, looking up at Vera Su as he sat down in the host's seat
.
The "younger woman" he mentioned was probably his second wife,
the nurse Vera Su had always harbored resentment towards. However, many years had passed, and that woman had given birth to Su's children,
solidifying her position in the family, as evidenced by Su's question.
"She took her brothers to play golf early this morning. I asked her, and she said she'd have dinner at the resort before coming back,"
Vera Su said calmly, her words devoid of emotion, simply stating a fact.
"That crazy woman, all she does is play," Su muttered a few times, quickly forgetting about her,
picking up the already opened bottle of Moutai, and filling our small porcelain cups.
"Never mind them, let's eat. Come on, bottoms up." Su waved his hand, and I quickly picked up my glass
and lightly clinked it with his.
Old Su downed his baijiu in one gulp with great gusto, and I, not to be outdone, followed suit. We ate and
drank like that, while Vera Su, surprisingly, didn't touch a drop, simply
eating a bowl of rice quietly to the side.
The dishes on the table were invariably loaded with chili peppers, their flavor as fiery as their color, quite a shock for someone accustomed to local cuisine like
myself, but the old man seemed to enjoy it immensely. He kept urging me to drink, and to counteract
the burning sensation in my mouth, I had to swallow several glasses of baijiu. Instantly, it felt like a fire was burning in my stomach, spreading throughout my entire
body.
Over the past six months, my alcohol tolerance has improved quite rapidly, and coupled with my robust physique, I'm no longer as
easily intoxicated as I was as a novice back then. Seeing that I could hold my liquor quite well, the old man kept toasting me. Seeing my
pained expression yet unwavering refusal, he drank with increasing merriment, his face beaming as he drank endlessly,
ignoring Vera Su's constant attempts to dissuade him.
Although I was drinking enthusiastically with the old man, half my attention was on Vera Su. Three or
four months had passed, and Vera Su was still as beautiful as ever, but her figure had become much fuller, her skin
whiter than before, and her sharply defined face radiated a captivating glow, drawing my gaze to her from time to time
.
However, Vera Su seemed much more reserved than before. Although she was speaking to the two of us, her bright,
large eyes never looked directly at me. Most of the time, she wore the expression of an adoring little girl,
watching the old general recount his past achievements with great enthusiasm. Only occasionally would her eyes inadvertently
sweep across my face, but she would quickly look away again.
Vera Su's demeanor did not displease me; on the contrary, it added to her charm. I felt
that Vera Su I saw this time was somewhat different from before. Although I couldn't quite put my finger on what the change was,
this feeling was not unfamiliar, because I had seen it in Bai Liyuan before.
She was still that beautiful, long-legged woman, but her gaze was no longer as restless or
passionate as before. It had become much calmer than before, but this calmness contained something profound
, something rarely seen in the Vera Su of the past.
"Dad, drink less. The doctor said you can only have a maximum of three cups a day now." Seeing the bottle of
Moutai on the table was already half full, Vera Su couldn't help but advise him.
"Three cups? Do you think I'm a little kid? Your old man used to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!" Although Old Su
had always listened to his daughter, now that the alcohol was taking effect, he seemed to have transformed back into that domineering and arrogant soldier
.
"Haha, come on, Xiao Gao, let's drink!"
I couldn't refuse Old Su's enthusiasm, and
besides, I had no other choice but to accompany this battle-hardened soldier.
Seeing her father's enthusiasm, Vera Su knew that further persuasion was useless. Old Su's personality
was extremely competitive and strong-willed; if you told him he couldn't handle it, he would insist on challenging you until you were
completely subdued. So Vera Su could only repeatedly give me meaningful glances.
Seeing the pleading look in Vera Su's eyes, my heart softened. Since her first appearance, she
had finally dared to look me in the eye. I gestured to her with my eyes that she shouldn't worry, and then pulled Old Su aside to ask her about some
famous battles in history. Sure enough, as soon as the topic of war came up, Old Su's attention shifted from his wine glass, and he began to talk at length
about the battles he had personally experienced.
Although the war he described was somewhat distant from us, his account was vivid
, and the details were far more accurate than what I learned from textbooks, though also far more brutal. However
, from another perspective, to seize power and establish a nation, whose hands weren't stained with
the blood of thousands? This has always been the case.
Although the old man's story was captivating, my gaze kept
drifting towards Vera Su. For some reason, she exuded a particularly feminine charm today. After entering the room, she removed her headscarf, revealing her
long, golden, wavy hair neatly braided and piled high on her head like a crown. Although
she wore no extravagant ornaments, her refined and gentle hairstyle was enough to attract any man's attention.
Vera Su was well aware of my frequent, intense gazes, but she didn't respond with the usual
enthusiasm. Most of the time, she watched the old man intently as he told his story with great expression, only occasionally
glancing in my direction. The brief moment our eyes met, she would quickly look away, a slight blush on her face
.
To prevent Old Su from drinking too much, I finished most of the bottle of Moutai. When Old Su saw the bottle was
empty, he wanted to order another, but Vera Su and I persuaded him against it. After the attendant cleared the table and other equipment
, Old Su insisted on going for a walk in the yard. Vera Su tried to dissuade him repeatedly but couldn't, so she brought a thick military overcoat
and draped it over him.
The moon had already risen, its cool light casting two long shadows. I slowed my pace, accompanying
Old Su on a stroll in the courtyard. Walking on the cobblestone path, Old Su was no longer the talkative man he had been moments before . His
tall figure, draped in a military overcoat, appeared somewhat thin and withered in the moonlight. At this moment, he shed his air of a ruthless leader,
appearing simply as an ordinary old man.
"Little Wei, that girl, she's always been so mischievous, and she'll only get more troublesome as she grows up, but she's my most
beloved child," Old Su suddenly said, surprising me.
However, Vera Su was already a mature woman over forty, and Old Su still called her "Little Wei" so affectionately; it sounded
somewhat amusing, though I didn't show it, only offering verbal agreement.
"Don't let her pampered demeanor in front of me fool you; you have no idea how wild and unruly she is outside."
I didn't need Old Su to remind me of this, as I had already witnessed Vera Su's wild side more than enough.
"Sigh, this girl doesn't mention it on the surface, but she's always resented me." Old Su suddenly
sighed deeply, a rare hint of despondency in his voice.
"How could that be? Su is very filial." I said insincerely. I knew a little about their past
, and that incident must have greatly affected Vera Su. Her current personality is largely due
to her parents' divorce.
"I've married three wives in my life... cough, cough, cough—" The autumn wind was chilly, and
Old Su couldn't help but cough a few times. I wanted to offer some words of comfort, but he waved his hand to indicate that he was alright and continued.
"The first one was an arranged marriage. Although I went through the wedding ceremony with her, she ran off to join the revolution not long after
. She gave birth to my son and then died. This woman had a very tragic life, but I really had no feelings for her. Now
I can't even remember what she looks like." When Old Su talked about his first marriage, his voice was as
cold as his words, revealing his true attitude.
"The second one is Xiaowei's mother. I loved her terribly back then, and it was the most triumphant
time of my life. Seeing Xiaowei was like seeing her mother." Old Su shook his head as he spoke. Although his tone
remained calm and composed, I could hear the joy in his voice, as if he had returned to his glorious past.
"Although her mother came from a wealthy family, she was willing to endure hardship with me. Those years when I was sent to the countryside
were incredibly difficult. She had to raise the children, take care of me, and deal with wave after wave of political upheavals. It
was truly difficult for her."
Old Su's words made me quite embarrassed, because I already knew about Vera Su's mother's fate from her.
Hearing these words from the person involved made me unsure how to respond. However, Old Su didn't seem to notice me. He just
continued talking, seemingly deeply immersed in his memories.
"Ah—I owe her so much." Old Su sighed deeply, his words filled with immense sorrow
, yet also as if he were lost in thought. He remained silent for a long time, and we walked on in silence.
"I made a mistake, but what man doesn't make such a mistake? For men of our rank, a few slaps
are nothing unusual. Why get so angry? She's so stubborn. This woman, cough—" Old Su finally
spoke, but his tone became much more intense.
Although I didn't agree with Old Su's words, I didn't refute him. It's hard to
change a person's values, especially since Old Su was a seasoned and experienced soldier. Among high-ranking figures of his rank,
marriage and divorce were commonplace. They lived through an era with their own values, and as younger generations,
it was difficult for us to objectively evaluate them.
A cool autumn wind blew in my face, and I instinctively shrank back, but Old Su seemed oblivious,
walking against the wind and continuing to talk without stopping.
"I ran away from home at eighteen to join the revolution, spending more time in the army than at home. My eldest son was practically raised
by a nanny, so he's never been close to me. He doesn't like to get involved in my affairs, and I don't force him. This kid
is doing very well in scientific research now, not bad."
As Old Su spoke of his family, he began to shake off the sadness of his memories, appearing quite talkative. I
had no choice but to listen patiently.
"My mother gave birth to two boys, about your age, but much more spoiled than you. They
have no military bearing whatsoever and can't endure any hardship. I had arranged for them to train in the army, but neither of them
wanted to go. They only wanted to start a company and spend money lavishly—good-for-nothings!" At this point, Old Su coughed
a series of times. I quickly patted him lightly on the back, which helped him recover a bit.
"Xiao Wei was my favorite since childhood. Her personality and temperament are quite like mine when I was young, although because of her mother's situation..."
"We had a falling out, but she's still my daughter. Of all my children, she's the most outstanding." Old Su's
voice brimmed with undisguised pride as he spoke of his daughter.
"However, Xiao Wei is still a girl, and she's naturally inferior to men in many things. Besides, she's busy
managing her maternal grandfather's business now, and no matter how I try to persuade her, she won't listen. After I pass away, if no one in the Su family can support this
clan, then our descendants will be at the mercy of others." Old Su shook his head, his tone revealing a
hint of sadness, as if he were envisioning what would happen after his death.
"Old Su, you're overthinking it. You have illustrious military achievements, and your old subordinates and relatives are all over the world. Who wouldn't give you face?" I
quickly comforted him, but deep down I didn't believe his answer. In politics, it's all about gains and losses; blood ties and
friendships aren't always reliable.
"Heh, that's because I'm still alive." Sure enough, Old Su chuckled coldly twice, then said earnestly, "Little Gao, let
me tell you, being alive is all about face; once you're dead, you're nothing. This is especially true at higher levels.
— Look at Chairman Mao, such a great figure, how are his descendants doing now?" Old Su's words left me
speechless. This old man had experienced too many battles and struggles; every word he spoke contained
the blood and tears of countless people.
"No matter how the world changes, it still needs men to hold it up. If a family doesn't have a reliable man, it will
be attacked in the future."
I remained silent. Old Su's words, though direct, were all true. Whether it's a nation
or a small family, it's difficult to maintain anything without a pillar of support. However, I still didn't understand
Old Su's intention in frankly discussing his family's predicament with an outsider like me.
"You little rascal, though you're young, what you've done is quite remarkable." Old Su's tone shifted
abruptly, returning to me.
"That's all thanks to you," I replied humbly, somewhat surprised.
"Heh, stop flattering me. Your skills are decent, but not by much compared to VIPs.
Without accurate intelligence, killing someone and escaping unscathed would be harder than climbing to heaven." Old Su
spoke slowly and deliberately, but I was already drenched in a cold sweat.
"You…" I stopped abruptly. Old Su's words struck me like thunder, leaving
me terrified. If Old Su had already demonstrated his grasp of the situation, what he said now was completely
unexpected.
I couldn't believe that someone could know my identity and what I had done for the organization;
it was unbelievable. I had always believed that the organization's operations were absolutely secretive, and that no
one could know what I had done before. But judging from Elder Su's words, this conclusion was clearly unreliable.
"How did you know?" I asked nervously.
My heart was pounding like a drum, rising and falling wildly. Although I was terrified of
the answer, I couldn't suppress the doubts in my heart.
"Haha, don't ask that. The less you know, the better for you," Elder Su laughed heartily and
waved his hand casually.
"Then can you tell me who's behind them, and what I should do?" Although he told me not to ask too much,
I was filled with doubts.
In fact, this matter had been lingering in my mind. Even after being away from the organization for so long, I hadn't forgotten my situation.
Since I separated from Eagle, I had been preparing for the worst every day, but to this day, the organization hadn't
issued me the burning order, which puzzled me greatly.
"They are a force, that's all I can say. You deserted the team without permission and are now on the list.
If you want to live, no one but me can help you." Old Su,
his hands in his overcoat pockets, suddenly turned cold and solemn, speaking in an unassailable tone.
"What do you mean?" I frowned, asking tentatively. It wasn't that I didn't believe he had
the ability, but this all came too suddenly, and I needed a definite answer.
"It's simple. Starting tomorrow, you'll wear a uniform, follow my arrangements, start from the bottom, and
do everything according to my design. I will let you inherit and control my resources." Old Su suddenly turned around, his eyes shooting out
two cold beams of electricity that locked onto me. His powerful aura left me nowhere to hide; I couldn't even move a little finger.
"What's your intention in doing this?" I was increasingly surprised. I never imagined that Old Su's prescription
would be like this. Everything he said was so far removed from my reality, so far removed that I had never considered
this possibility.
"None of my sons are cut out for great things. I need a reliable heir to
protect the family," Old Master Su said slowly, shaking his head with a hint of sadness. "Me? But I'm not related to you by blood. Why do you trust me?" I couldn't help but 　　voice
my question . 　　"Of course it's not that simple. First, you have to marry Xiaowei, and then your son will take the surname Su 　　. He will inherit the family business in the future," Old Master Su said, raising his chin in an unquestionable tone. 　　"Why me?" I didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked in return. 　　Because I couldn't believe that Old Master Su, having only met me for the first time, already intended to take me into his 　　family, and even wanted me to marry into his family. 　　"First, you remind me of myself at eighteen, fearless and daring; second, 　　you come from a respectable background with no family burdens; and of course, Xiaowei speaks highly of you, which is also very 　　important." Old Su seemed puzzled by my lack of immediate agreement, but he suppressed his displeasure and 　　explained with unusual patience. 　　I remained silent, not immediately responding to Old Su's suggestion, but instead falling into deep thought. 　　After a while, seeing my lack of response, Old Su asked with some surprise, "What do you mean?" 　　"I need to think about it," I said simply. 　　"Think about what?" Old Su's thick, now completely white eyebrows furrowed deeply; he clearly couldn't control 　　his anger, his tone tinged with anxiety.

"Don't worry, I've taken care of everything. Just follow the steps, and in about ten years, you
'll be on par with those other families. What more could you want?" He seemed to know my concerns and
continued to plan for me.
"If you're worried about those women, don't worry about that either. What man doesn't have three
wives and four concubines? Xiao Wei isn't that unreasonable. As long as you take good care of her, you can continue
to have other women, as long as you have the ability, haha."
Old Su's words were quite direct and clear at this point. Given his status and position, the fact that he went to such lengths
to win me over showed that I held considerable weight in his eyes.
If I followed his advice, not only would I not have to worry about the organization being destroyed,
but I could also easily resolve my feud with the Lü family, not to mention possessing immense power and wealth. Moreover, Vera Su was a rare and stunning
beauty.
From any perspective, I should have agreed immediately, because I couldn't find any reason to refuse,
except for the condition that I must marry Vera Su, since I was already engaged to two other women. However,
according to Old Su, even if I married Vera Su, I could still have Bai Liyuan and others, so it
wouldn't be a loss for me.
But for some reason, I wasn't as happy as I expected; instead, I felt somewhat listless.
The first person that came to my mind wasn't anyone else, but Bai Liyuan—I remembered her standing
before me in her pristine white mermaid wedding dress, smiling sweetly; her alabaster-like body writhing and moaning beneath me; her
slender, white hand wearing the pearl wedding ring I had given her, saying "I do."
I could easily agree to Old Su's conditions, and given Bai Liyuan's personality, she wouldn't object. Most of the time, she would
be the woman behind me, silently offering her devotion and body, providing me with a
safe haven—that was her greatest happiness.
But when I thought of that scene, my heart felt heavy, as if something was stuck in it.
The vows we made during that simple yet warm wedding ceremony kept echoing in my mind, leaving me no time to consider any
other possibilities. It was like a bone was stuck in my throat, making it impossible to speak.
My hesitation had clearly displeased Old Master Su. The clouds on his rock-like face grew
thicker, like a harbinger of an impending storm. He tapped his cane, raised his eyebrows, and said, "
What are you still hesitating about? Is my Su family's daughter not good enough for you?"
"No, Su Wei is a rare beauty," I quickly interjected, thinking that this matter needed to
be decided as soon as possible; the longer it dragged on, the more likely it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
I hesitated for a long time, but still spoke calmly and composedly, "Thank you for your high regard , Elder Su
, but I'm sorry, I cannot accept your conditions."
Elder Su listened quietly to my words. He didn't get angry immediately, but just looked
me over with a cold gaze. I guess he was also puzzled, never expecting anyone to refuse such a generous offer.
This surprised him greatly.
"Are you stupid? Where in the world is there such a good thing that someone doesn't want it?
What exactly do you want?" Elder Su's words were half questioning, half trying to persuade me to change my mind.
Apart from Bai Liyuan, I had never met anyone who valued me so much, but I had to refuse this old
man's kindness.
"It's nothing. I just don't like being manipulated. I will get what I want in my own way."
I said in a slightly arrogant voice, but the determination in my words was obvious.
"Haha, little brat, where did you learn such a bad temper?" Old Su laughed instead of getting angry, clearly finding my answer
laughable, but he didn't seem as happy as he appeared.
"I salute you, didn't you also start from scratch back then?" I smiled slightly, expressing my feelings while also
subtly flattering Old Su.
This remark clearly pleased him, and a smug smile returned to his face, his wrinkles
resembling those of an aged lion, but a hint of pity shone in his hunter's eyes as he looked at me.
"Little brat, I knew I hadn't misjudged you, but... what a pity, what a pity." The old lion slowly shook
his head, his words carrying an unspeakable sadness.
"What's a pity?" I asked, puzzled.
"If you had listened to me, all problems would have been solved. It's a pity you chose a different path.
But I must warn you, once you step out this door, no one will protect you anymore. If you regret it now,
it's not too late." Old Su pointed a finger at me, reverting to his authoritative
demeanor.
I understood Old Su's meaning. Disagreeing with his conditions was tantamount to
breaking with the Su family and the Yanjing faction, while I had already incurred the wrath of the Huaihai faction. From then on, I would not only
face the combined attacks of the North and South factions, but also be hunted down by an organization that had placed me on its burn list. This was
tantamount to simultaneously fighting against three major forces, and any one of them could deal with me as
easily as crushing an ant.
For a fleeting moment, I almost gave in, but as I was about to speak,
Bai Liyuan's beautiful face inexplicably came to mind again, along with her gentle yet slightly melancholic eyes. A warm current seemed
to flow through my body, and boundless confidence surged within me.
I am the head of the household, but this is not my home. My home is in the south, where my woman awaits
me. No one can stop me from returning to her side.
In that instant, I felt an immense surge of courage and strength. Even if the Buddhas of the heavens and the King of Hell stood in my
way, I would slay them all. A surge of arrogance welled up in my mouth, and I blurted out,
"I will prove it to you."
Old Su said nothing more. He nodded calmly, his cold eyes giving me a deep look
before he raised his cane and turned to walk into the house. The cold moonlight shone on his tall back, draped
in a military overcoat, casting a strange, long shadow across the cobblestone path. His steps seemed lonely and desolate.
It was only then that I realized how old he had become.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and I felt a chill to the bone. I couldn't help but tighten my suit jacket and stepped through the
deep red door.
The night was as still as water, illuminating the street as clean and tidy as when I first arrived. As I expected, a tall, slender
figure stood waiting at the door.
Vera Su had clearly been waiting for a while. Her orange Hermes headscarf was wrapped around her head again,
and I felt a little sorry that I couldn't see her beautiful golden braid. However, her lightly made-up face was a little pale
, and her lips, painted with a light lip gloss, kept exhaling white breath, making her look especially pitiful in the moonlight.
The night was deep and the autumn air was cool. She wore a beige cashmere coat over her clothes, the wide sleeves and the rounded
hem completely concealing her curvaceous figure. The hem of the cashmere coat revealed the hem of a chiffon skirt and her
slender, graceful ankles. She wore beige lambskin flat pointed-toe shoes barefoot, the toes adorned with
bows made of two thin straps.
"Su Su." I took a step forward, looking at the deep features of this mixed-race beauty, a strange
feeling welling up inside me, yet I didn't know how to speak.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Did Grandpa make things difficult for you?" Vera Su smiled slightly.
"Yes, not bad. He thinks highly of me, which makes me feel flattered," I shrugged.
"He must have mentioned that condition to you, right?" Vera Su tilted her head to look at me, her tone unexpectedly
relaxed.
"Hmm." I hesitated, unsure how to answer. Old Su's condition was that I
marry Vera Su, but I had refused. Now, facing the person in question, I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth.
"Of course you refused?" Vera Su's tone was somewhat teasing, but her beautiful eyes remained fixed on
me.
"Yes, but not because of you." I quickly tried to explain, but Vera Su waved her hand to
stop me.
A faint smile appeared on her face as she shook her head and said, "No need to say too much, I understand." "
Actually, when Dad made this condition, I opposed him doing it. I know that with your personality
, no matter who asked you to do it, you would undoubtedly refuse. But Dad doesn't like others contradicting his opinions
, and..."
"And, I also had a tiny bit of hope in my heart, maybe you would agree." Vera Su
approached gently, her face showing a mixture of disappointment and relief. Her large eyes shone even brighter in the moonlight;
she was simply stunning at that moment.
"If I had the chance..." A sudden, indescribable sadness welled up inside me.
Although Vera Su was without makeup and her face was bare, the delicate, sensitive femininity she exuded stirred my heart.
A cool, slender hand covered my mouth, stopping me from speaking. Vera Su had already
walked up to me, tilting her head back and looking at me with wide eyes. She said softly, "No need to say too much. If we are truly
destined, perhaps we will meet again in the future."
My heart skipped a beat. I grabbed that cool hand, frowning. "What did you say? What do you mean
?"
Vera Su lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling. She said softly, "I'm leaving tomorrow, back
to Malaysia."
"Will you come back?" My heart trembled, and I pressed for an answer.
"It's hard to say. Maybe I'll stay there for a while, maybe I'll settle there permanently." Vera Su shook her head.
Her tone was gentle, yet unexpectedly firm.
"Susu, I'll miss you." I couldn't help myself, reaching out to pull her into my arms, gently inhaling
the fragrance emanating from her hair, murmuring to myself.
"I might not, you heartless little devil." Vera Su gave me a slightly coquettish glare, but then
she looked up and kissed me on the lips.
We held each other tightly, without any space between us. Because she was wearing flat shoes, Vera Su had to
stand on tiptoe to reach me. We embraced each other in the cool moonlight, exchanging tongues, gently
kissing, immersed in the slightly melancholic atmosphere of parting.
This kiss was different from any other. There was no fiery lust between us, no endless
passion, but rather like two friends and lovers who had known each other for many years, expressing their
feelings of parting through their lips, tongues, and body heat.
We reluctantly parted our lips, our breaths rumbling from the prolonged kiss.
Vera's pale cheeks flushed crimson, radiant like blooming roses in the moonlight
, leaving me mesmerized.
Vera noticed the change in my gaze and suddenly threw herself into my arms again. This time, her movements were far
more passionate, practically nibbling at my head endlessly, her lips and tongue as wild as ever.
But this passion didn't last long; she suddenly clenched her teeth.
"Ah!" I felt a sharp pain on my lips and involuntarily pushed her away. Vera took a step
back, a sly smile on her face, her voice sweet and coquettish: "Master, you
can't forget me even if you want to."
With that, she turned and went inside, her long, shapely legs swaying gracefully beneath her coat. Her
steps were understated yet undeniably alluring and captivating.
As I watched Vera Su's figure gradually disappear behind the blue brick wall, I stood blankly in the cold night wind,
the teeth marks from her bite still lingering on my lips and the warm fragrance of her tongue, my heart filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.

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