Chapter 90: Su Xueya

Seeing Wang Xuefen being so enthusiastic, I was quite happy. At least Su Xueya’s biological mother loved her, so even if Su Xueya had to stay with them, Wang Xuefen would at least cherish and protect her.

During the meal, Wang Xuefen kept putting food into our bowls until they were overflowing. She chatted with Su Xueya, asking about her childhood. Although she had already learned the general details before coming, hearing Su Xueya recount it herself still made Wang Xuefen feel heartbroken, and her gaze toward Su Xueya became increasingly tender.

"Um, what about my mom? She must be worried sick at home alone. I want to call her!" Su Xueya’s phone had been taken by Su Hang, but seeing how approachable Wang Xuefen was, she tentatively asked.

"Sure, don't worry. Treat this place like your own home. If you miss her, I can arrange for someone to bring her here!" Wang Xuefen did not object.

Su Xueya nodded. Not long after, Wang Xuefen handed over our phones. I checked mine and found it full of missed calls, mostly from Third Brother, Fifth, and Zhang Yinuo. They must have been very anxious without news from me.

I called back immediately. Third Brother answered quickly; it seemed he had been waiting anxiously.

"Old Four, how are you? Are you okay? Did they bully you or mistreat you?" Third Brother’s concerned voice came through, warming my heart.

"I’m fine, Third Brother. I’m doing quite well here. I have food to eat and a place to stay; I’m living quite comfortably!"

"Really? Don't lie to me. If you’re fine, why haven't you answered the phone for so long? And when can you come back?"

"I just left the phone in the room and didn't notice. As for coming back, I’ll return once I handle Su Xueya’s affairs. Don't worry!"

"Really? Why do I feel like you’re lying to me?"

"How could I? I’m really not lying to you!"

"Did Su Xueya’s dad do anything to you? He’s a cold-blooded killer; he’s terrifying!"

"Don't worry, I’m really fine. I’ll be back in a few days!"

After chatting briefly with Third Brother, I learned that Chen Duxiu was indeed dead, and the announced cause of death was a fake one—jumping into a river to commit suicide. This made me admire Su Hang’s influence and ability; he could so easily brush off the death of two people. However, I would always remember this, and if I had the chance, I would definitely bring him to justice.

Su Xueya had also finished her call. She said her mother, Zhang Fengnan, would be brought over. I imagine Zhang Fengnan would be quite shocked by the news. Even though Su Xueya and I had food and drink here, we still felt very uneasy because we didn't know when Su Hang might be in a bad mood and decide to pick a fight with me or try to kill me. Moreover, unless someone took us out, we couldn't wander around; it was practically a prison, just slightly more comfortable than a real one.

After eating and making calls, Wang Xuefen dressed up a bit and took us out. Su Hang had originally demanded that a bodyguard or someone accompany us, but Wang Xuefen saw that Su Xueya was clearly unhappy, so she flatly refused and promised Su Hang she would bring us back. Only then did Su Hang let us out. However, I felt it was unlikely that no one was following us; I always felt like four or five people were trailing us in the shadows.

This was N City, the capital of J Province. As the most developed region in the province, the consumption, economy, and city were far more luxurious than our small town. The car Wang Xuefen was driving was one I had only seen on phones and TV—it must have been a Rolls-Royce. From the garage earlier, I had seen many luxury cars; these must have been Su Hang’s. I had to admit, this guy was wealthy to the extreme.

Wang Xuefen took us to a shopping mall and wanted to buy clothes for Su Xueya. The renovation and overall luxury of the mall made both Su Xueya and me gasp. Just then, Wang Xuefen’s phone rang. She checked it and said to us: "Xueya, Yang Yun, you two go look around this shop first. The clothes here are quite nice. If you see anything you like, just buy it; I’ll pay. Don't be shy!"

With that, she went to the side to take the call. Su Xueya’s eyes lit up when she saw the clothes inside; they were indeed very beautiful. However, the prices were not cheap. Still, with Wang Xuefen there, it shouldn't be a problem; after all, no girl doesn't love beauty.

Su Xueya and I slowly walked into the shop. Su Xueya walked over to a very beautiful dress in the middle, and her eyes barely left it. I looked at the price tag and was stunned—this piece of clothing cost over seventy thousand yuan. In our small town, seventy thousand yuan was a family’s income for two or three years.

Su Xueya wanted to touch the material and texture of the dress, but just as she reached out, a sales clerk blocked her: "Hey, what are you doing? Don't touch if you’re not buying! If you ruin it, can you afford to pay for it?"

Hearing this, Su Xueya was so startled she quickly pulled her hand back. The sales clerk looked at our attire with disdain and said: "Look at your status, daring to come in here to buy clothes. Aren't you ashamed?"

Su Xueya was so embarrassed she pulled me, wanting to leave. But I was unhappy now. I sneered at the sales clerk: "Is this how you do business in your shop? What kind of attitude is that?"

"Heh, you’re getting cocky? What kind of attitude? My attitude is perfectly normal. If you can't afford it, get lost. I know your type—you just want to try them on, take photos to post on social media to show off. Don't embarrass yourselves here!" The female sales clerk was arrogant, acting as if she were superior.

Many people around agreed: "That’s right, there are too many people like this nowadays. I saw someone on social media before, posting luxury clothes and watches every day, but they were all fake. These people have no money but still try to act rich; it’s really annoying!"

"I’m not, I didn't!" Su Xueya felt very aggrieved. It was the first time she had been humiliated like this. The events of the past two days had already left her feeling down, and this incident made her feel even more wronged; tears were about to fall.