She Lives without Regret in This Life

The old man spoke seriously and didn't forget to pull Sheng Ning into the house. "Come, my dear granddaughter, let's sit inside. Don't mind your cousin; he's just jealous. He's grown up but still acts like a child, we'll ignore him."

Sheng Ning couldn't help but smile as she entered with Xu Qigang.

Su Hai and Su Huai'an were left behind. The uncle and nephew looked at each other, both seeing helplessness in the other's eyes.

"How about that? You brought this on yourself. Didn't you see how many times I got hit!" Su Hai took pleasure in his misfortune.

"I'm definitely not his real son. I'm going to find Shen Jianguo and have a drink with him later." Both being in similar dire straits, Su Huai'an finally found a confidant.

"Forget it! Shen Jianguo has been recuperating; just leave it be!" Su Hai patted his shoulder and was about to enter when Su Huai'an grabbed him, "Wait…"

"What now? What's wrong?"

"Is the thing about Bai Tian'e true?"

Upon hearing this, Su Hai patted his shoulder, contentedly. "Wow! You've finally come around, now even reading such informal newspapers! It seems our Su Family will finally have descendants."

"…" Su Huai'an was speechless. When had his uncle become like this? It seemed to happen since he went to the Trade Union Mansion. "Has the whole district heard about it? I need to know! What I want to know is who the man is?"

Su Huai'an had a closer relationship with Meng Fan than with Meng Ping, the brothers were entirely different. Getting this news, it was difficult for him not to be angry. The current Bai Oulan had become the target of many; the number of people wanting her dead could fill an entire reinforced battalion.

Su Hai's expression turned stern, "Meng Ping is behind the dirty tricks. As for who the man is, it's hard to tell since we don't have a clear photo of his face, and even if we did, it wouldn't be easy to bring him down right away. It would just offend someone for nothing."

"I understand!" Su Huai'an nodded, then stood alone in the courtyard with a frown, lost in thought. Suddenly, his gaze shifted toward the Chen Family's house, and he had a realization.

Perhaps Chen Huaying's daily visits to the Qianjin Dance Troupe were not because of her fondness for women but because she knew about this matter and wanted to gather evidence? With this thought, Su Huai'an revealed a cold smile that was very uncharacteristic of him.

Although the Su Family was joyful and harmonious, the atmosphere in the Meng Family was not so good. The home hadn't felt like a home recently due to Su Yun's situation. Meng Xingzhi rarely came home, and Meng Ping, who managed to come home, did not stay even a single night.

On the second day of the lunar new year, the house was desolate. Su Yun sat at the breakfast table with no appetite. The family's maid had also gone home for the holiday, so she made some simple dumplings.

Thinking back on the years that had passed, except for the days she was sent down to the countryside, she had never felt as miserable as she did today. Sometimes Su Yun wondered if it weren't for their marriage being protected, Xingzhi holding a high position, and caring about his reputation, would he want to divorce her?

As she was lost in thought, Meng Xingzhi came in with a document bag.

"Xingzhi, you're back?" Su Yun happily stood up, but before she could approach, a newspaper was thrown at her. She was startled and reflexively dodged to the side.

"What are you doing? It's the New Year; are you going to hit me?" Su Yun was both angry and sad, "I'm innocent and hurting too. Do you need to throw things at me?"

"This home hasn't felt like a home for a long time." Meng Xingzhi pressed down his anger, and the look in his eyes when he saw Su Yun was no longer gentle, "My eldest son is dead, and my youngest son is neither human nor ghost; is this still a home?"