Ch5 - Hello Uncle (5) — Sister – A New Direction in Life

Su An holds grudges and takes things seriously. Since he has decided to act, he must act meticulously. In order to perfect his performance the next day, he deliberately played with his mobile phone for two more hours before going to bed. The next day, when he woke up, he saw a worrying blue under his eyes and his haggard face. He looked like a pitiful one meter seventy-eight white flower. At first glance, he looked like he hadn’t slept well all night.

Su An admired himself for a while, then his face changed and he left the door unwillingly. 

Cheng Suqing happened to open the door and ran into Su An face to face. She looked hesitant, but after seeing Su An clearly, she frowned and blurted out a reprimand, “Why do you look like you are not awake, when did you sleep last night? You’re still in school, so it doesn’t matter. But I think you can only stay at home after high school to sit and eat on an empty mountain.”

Su An raised his eyelids and glanced at Cheng Suqing, who wore a delicate make up, then slowly blinked his eyes, as if he had just come back to his senses, reluctantly said: “Sister.”

The corner of Cheng Suqing eyes has a peach-colored eyeshadow like a clear lotus after the rain. Perhaps her tmakeup is too heavy, or it’s just the lights in the corridor that are too cold, but her face is somewhat pale. Her blush and her thick lipstick are too heavy. Although they are beautiful at first glance, looking closer it did not feel breathable. 

Cheng Suqing is a beauty that meets the public aesthetics, and no one can deny her beauty. But this beauty becomes stiff and sharp under her makeup, as if the famous vase is lifeless. But in fact, Cheng Suqing’s plain face is very beautiful, at least in Su An’s opinion that heavy make up seemed to arouse a man’s desire. But since graduating in high school, Cheng Su’an had never had a plain face when facing the sky.

She has to put on makeup a dozen times a day, and it takes an hour or two every morning to put on makeup alone. Su An felt that this pursuit of beauty had already reached the level of paranoia.

Cheng Suqing opened her mouth, but suppressed what she wanted to say. She frowned deeply and said stiffly: “All right, go down and eat.”

Su An nodded and went downstairs to eat, “Sister, you’re up really early today.”

“En,” Cheng Suqing tucked her hair, “I have an appointment today, so I won’t be back tonight. After dinner, you should go back to the house and don’t run around. This isn’t the same as before, pay more attention to what you do, don’t let people see a joke.” 

Su An: “I know.”

Su An didn’t dare to eat more when he was eating. He was afraid that the food would destroy his frail image. After coming to the school cautiously, Huang Shan dropped his chin in shock when he saw him, “Su An, what’s the matter with you?”

He looked up and down at him and was worried, “Are you sick?”

Su An’s voice was weak, “A little uncomfortable.” 

Huang Shan hurriedly let him rest on the table. The bell rang at 8 o’clock in the morning, and the head teacher hurriedly walked as usual, “Cheng Su’an——”

Su An pursed his lips then got up, but Huang Shan hurriedly pressed him down and stood up by himself, “Teacher, Cheng Su’an is a little uncomfortable. If you are looking for help why don’t you let me go?”

The head teacher was surprised, and took a closer look at Cheng Su’an, his complexion was indeed not good. He thought for a while, then nodded and said: “Good, you come with teacher.”

But less than ten minutes into the first class, Huang Shan returned to the classroom with stupid face, then he lowered his voice and said to Su An: “Su An, you went to run errands for He Xiran yesterday, ah.” 

As soon as he was brought to He Xiran by the teacher, before he could even express his surprise, He Xiran glanced at him lightly and asked the head teacher: “Where is Cheng Su’an.”

Huang Shan answered first: “Teacher, Su An is not feeling well, can I help you?”

He Xiran’s icy eyes only need a glance to make him feel chill under the big sun, “No need.”

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Su An blinked: “Is he in a bad mood?”

Huang Shan nodded, and said with certainty: “Very bad.”

After knowing that He Xiran is in a bad mood, Su An is even more scared, and plays the little pitiful image into his bone. All morning, except for going to the toilet, he didn’t walk outside, for fear of encountering He Xiran. 

But even with thousands of precautions, he still met He Xiran when he was eating at noon. He Xiran walked to the restaurant accompanied by the school leaders, then when he accidentally take a look, he happen to meet with Su An’s eyes.

Su An’s heart trembled and he hurriedly lowered his head. After a few seconds, he looked up again, only to see He Xiran still looking straight at him. The man was emotionless, and his footsteps stopped, then the people around asked attentively: “Mr. He, what’s the matter?”

He Xiran’s eyes were too oppressive. Su An hurriedly took two bites of rice, then turned and ran away with his rice tray.

He ran all the way to the rooftop. 

Just after he finished eating, the rooftop door was pushed open. Su An turned around and looked, it was He Xiran.

He Xiran is wearing black clothes today, and under the noon sun, this silent black adds a sense of danger. He looked at Su An and gently pushed the door of the rooftop. With a loud bang, the door was closed.

Su An’s face paled, “He, Mr. He…”

Surprisingly, he really caught up with him. 

He Xiran looked at him calmly, and his eyes behind his hair narrowed, “Are you sick?”

Su An took a step back, then backhandedly gripping the railing behind him. raven-black eyelashes trembling incessantly, “Yes, I’m a little uncomfortable.”

The corner of his mouth dropped down, and his eyes were dodging. He was lying, even the way he called him changed.

He Xiran lit a cigarette, and smoke rings floated around his fingers, “Because I sucked your blood yesterday?” 

With a calm question, his leather shoes took a step forward.

Su An opened his mouth, and said with a voice like a mosquito, “No.”

“Are you afraid of me?” He took another step.

He Xiran was closing in step by step, and Su An was forced to the blind corner of the roof railing. The triangular guardrail blocked his road on both sides tightly. Seeing He Xiran from a distance, he could only think of the two words “tall and big“.  Only after he got closer did he really feel being wrapped up tightly by his shadow. Su An was forced to lean back. His waist was soft and was folded to the limit, and half of his body had already protruded out of the guardrail. 

“Mr. He,” Su An dared not look at him and said evasively, “You misunderstood.”

He Xiran bends down slightly, looking inquiringly at Su An’s expression. His black curly hair slipped to the sides, revealing his beautiful eyes.

After a few seconds, he affirmed: “You are afraid of me.”

…this man is indeed annoying to the extreme. 

Su An opened his lips, and lowered his head after a while.

He Xiran inhaled a mouthful of smoke, the flame burned up an inch, and then he slowly sprayed the smoke towards Su An, “Cheng Su’an.” He pronounced his name from light to heavy, “I didn’t mean to scare you last night.”

The tips of Su An’s fingers holding the silver iron railings turned white. He hesitantly organized his language, “No, Mr. He, I…”

A sultry summer breeze suddenly blew up, blowing the plastic water bottle placed beside Su An’s feet a few meters away. 

“Mr. He,” he hesitated, “Are you mentally ill?”

Su An asked sincerely, uttering powerful words.

He Xiran’s expression remained the same, but his eyes became more dangerous, “Is my brain sick?”

He bent closer, “Who said this to you.” 

Su An stands on tiptoe, trying to distance himself from He Xiran, “This…”

“Shen Zhangxiu.” He Xiran stood straight, then there's a sudden clap of thunder, “Shen Zhangxiu told you.”

Su An was startled. 

He Xiran was very calm, and he unhurriedly pinched out the half cigarette, “Shen Zhangxiu said I was sick, and you believed his words?”

Su An consciously stared at him, “Did he say it wrong?”

He Xiran: “he not only told you that I am sick, but also told you that my sister was also sick.”

Su An: “…” 

Indeed.

He Xiran’s eyes showed a bit of a smile, but this time, his smile was too cold and indifferent. It looked like an executioner’s smile, holding a knife on his face. “This is a trick he often plays,” he coughed, then hooked Su An’s chin. “He lied to you using me. You are a smart boy, you should think about why he lied to you.”

Cheng Su’an frowned: “He is my brother-in-law,” then he pushed aside He Xiran’s hand, while holding back his anger. “Mr. He, you can’t just casually say things like that.”

He Xiran coughed again, and his curly hair was blown up by the wind, “Not casually, two months ago, Shen Zhangxiu used this reason to kill my sister, He Feiyu.” 

Su An’s fingers shook, and his astonished expression was revealed.

What?!

…

He Xiran and Shen Zhangxiu used two completely different sets of words, but in different ways to pull Su An into a huge vortex. 

A lie about mental illness is involved, as well as the death of He Feiyu.

Did He Feiyu die unexpectedly like Shen Zhangxiu had said? Or was she framed to death by Shen Zhangxiu as He Xiran said?

Su An didn’t know.

These two people are hiding a secret one after another, but they don’t seem to care about him at all. They merely met and got to know each other for a few days, and they could already tell him this and that kind of secret. 

That in itself is already a strange point, isn’t it?

Su An’s mind turned into a mess, and he was so uncomfortable that he just wanted to use the rules of rivers and lake to make a one-size-fits-all approach, directly forcing them to say everything.

He doesn’t understand. There are no hints, and it makes him want to start without knowing where to start. 

Good, ba. The question returns to the most basic step. Who is the liar, He Xiran or Shen Zhangxiu?

Su An sat in silence for a while, then the silence spread: “…”

After a long while, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, and put on his glasses in the drawer, then pulled out a piece of paper to infer.

Even if the information was messy, he was still happy to get the information. As long as there is progress, Su An can calm down.

Regardless of other things, for the time being, let’s focus on He Feiyu. Su An did not know the specifics of the incident. He searched the internet for a long time last night, but did not find any news about “He Feiyu”, “The Madam of the Shen Group“, and “Shen Zhanxiu’s Ex-wife”. Not to mention death reports.

However, Su An is not disappointed. Wealthy families are not the entertainment industry, and the undercurrents are often surging under the deep sea, and it is difficult to obtain deeper information on the surface. 

Su An couldn’t learn about how He Feiyu died, nor could he make a deduction. He can only deduce in the reverse direction, using “Shen Zhangxiu did not tell a lie” to prove which of the two of them is true and which is false.

If Shen Zhangxiu did not lie, and He Feiyu was indeed ill, then the most direct problem comes. Since Shen Zhangxiu knew that He Feiyu was ill, it was just a simple matter for a wealthy family like them to ask one or two private nurses to accompany He Feiyu at any time. Thinking about He Feiyu’s room full of medicines, you can know how much He Feiyu cares about her own life.

For such a life conscious person, she would likely accept being protected by a caregiver, and it is even possible for her to be more cautious and be accompanied by multiple caregivers at the same time. So what kind of accident made her die on the spot when she became ill? And what did the nurses do when she got sick?

If Shen Zhangxiu lied…Su An’s eyes flashed. It was the same kind of medicine in that room that Shen Zhangxiu wanted to show. 

Shen Zhangxiu and He Xiran both said words that can not be completely trusted. Su An returned to his bed, and when he closed his eyes, he suddenly thought, why didn’t he ask Cheng Suqing.

Isn’t it easier for her to obtain He Feiyu’s death information than him?

Right, ah. Su An sat up suddenly. His eyes sparkled, why not ask her.

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Su An: I’m sorry I was confused.