Chapter 927: Su Shoudao

When the elevator door opened, Su Shoudao was the first to step out.

And Ye Chen, seeing the elevator had arrived, was planning to signal Ito Nanako beside him to go in first. At this moment, Su Shoudao had already stepped out.

The moment he stepped out of the elevator door, Su Shoudao met Ye Chen's eyes directly.

At this moment, Su Shoudao's brows furrowed slightly, and a familiar yet strange aura made his heart feel a burst of tension for no reason.

And Ye Chen, although he didn't know the man in front of him, saw that the other party's eyes were full of vigilance and surprise, and couldn't help but take another look at the other party.

The man opposite was over fifty years old, with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary figure. His clothes were very luxurious, and there was a bit of murderous aura between his brows. At a glance, he was a ruthless person.

One encounter, but it was just a flash of lightning.

Ye Chen had Ito Nanako beside him, so he didn't pay too much attention to this man. After brushing past, he entered the elevator with Nanako.

When the elevator door closed, Su Shoudao suddenly stopped and looked back in the direction of the elevator, lost in thought.

Zhao Yiming beside him asked, "Old Master, what's wrong with you?"

Su Shoudao smacked his lips, "Strange... the kid who just entered the elevator had a familiar feeling..."

Zhao Yiming asked curiously, "Do you have acquaintances in Japan?"

Su Shoudao said, "There are quite a few acquaintances, but there really isn't one so young. That kid just now was only twenty-six or twenty-seven, right? About the same age as Zhifei, or a year or two older than Zhifei."

Zhao Yiming nodded, "He is about the same age as the young master... Do you know him?"

"I don't know him."

Su Shoudao bit his lip, his face dark, and said, "However, he looks quite similar to an old friend of mine!"

"Old friend?" Zhao Yiming asked curiously, "Old Master, who is this old friend of yours?"

Su Shoudao asked with a very cold expression, "Have you heard others talk about Ye Changying?"

Zhao Yiming was not very old.

He was not even forty years old this year.

When Ye Chen's father, Ye Changying, passed away, he was studying abroad and didn't know what happened in Yanjing at that time.

So, he couldn't help but ask, "Old Master, is the Ye Changying you mentioned from the Ye family?"

"That's right."

Su Shoudao couldn't help but think of Ye Changying's heroic posture back then.

The Ye Changying of that year was truly a famous super noble son in Yanjing.

Handsome, dashing, and more importantly, his personal ability was extremely strong. He was absolutely the top one in the entire Yanjing.

Back then, in front of Ye Changying, Su Shoudao could be said to be completely dim.

The famous ladies and daughters of Yanjing were breaking their heads to marry Ye Changying, and each one wished they could die for Ye Changying.

Su Shoudao's wife, Du Haiqing, who was Su Zhifei and Su Zhiyu's mother, also loved Ye Changying to death back then.

Back then, Su Shoudao exhausted everything, launched a crazy pursuit of Du Haiqing, but Du Haiqing didn't care at all, only wanting to marry Ye Changying.

Even if Ye Changying already had a fiancée, Du Haiqing still had the determination to die for Ye Changying at any time.

Even if Su Shoudao spent a lot of effort to create a grand proposal scene that shocked Yanjing for her, Du Haiqing still didn't agree.

In front of countless people, Du Haiqing only said two sentences to Su Shoudao.

The first sentence was: I'm sorry, I can't marry you.

The second sentence was: Because Changying hasn't married yet!

Because Ye Changying had a fiancée but hadn't married yet, Du Haiqing still felt there was a glimmer of hope and still didn't want to give up.

Proposing to a woman, but that woman said in public that she was still waiting for someone else—this kind of great humiliation, Su Shoudao

It was also from that time on that he hated Ye Changying to the marrow of his bones.

Afterward, Ye Changying had a grand wedding in Yanjing.

That night, Du Haiqing cried until she had no tears left, and she shut herself away for a month, never stepping outside.

Su Shoudao brought fresh flowers to the Du residence every day to ask to see her, persisting for thirty-nine days and using thirty-nine bouquets of roses before he finally managed to open the door to Du Haiqing's heart.

Having lost nearly twenty jin in weight, Du Haiqing walked out of her room and out of the house, and said one sentence to Su Shoudao, who was holding flowers outside the door.

She asked Su Shoudao if he would still be willing to marry her if she might never be able to forget Ye Changying for the rest of her life.

Su Shoudao gritted his teeth and agreed.

Afterward, Du Haiqing and Su Shoudao had a whirlwind engagement, and one month later, a whirlwind marriage.

When they were first married, Su Shoudao slept every night in anxiety and fear.

He was terrified that his wife, lying beside him, would suddenly call out Ye Changying's name in her sleep.

His worry soon became reality.

Only a few days after the wedding, Su Shoudao would hear Du Haiqing mumbling Ye Changying's name in a choked, unclear voice between being half-asleep and half-awake every single day.

During that period, Su Shoudao nearly collapsed.

Later, their eldest son, Su Zhifei, was born.

Only then did Du Haiqing finally shift her focus from Ye Changying to her son.

From that time on, Su Shoudao was finally able to sleep soundly.

The sound of his son's loud crying in the middle of the night even became the most wonderful lullaby to him.

He could fall asleep peacefully amidst his son's heaven-shaking cries, yet he could not bear to hear his wife murmur Ye Changying's name in an extremely low voice in her sleep, because the three words "Ye Changying" were his nightmare!

Thinking of all the humiliations of the past, Su Shoudao felt extraordinarily angry inside.

Even though more than twenty years had passed, and even though Ye Changying had long since passed away, he still could not swallow this bitterness.

Seeing his cold expression, clenched fists, and slightly trembling jaw, Zhao Yiming was incredibly surprised.

He had served by Su Shoudao's side for many years and knew that when Su Shoudao looked like this, it generally meant he was angry to the extreme.

When he heard that Matsumoto Ryoto was the mastermind behind the kidnapping of Su Zhifei and Su Zhiyu, his expression had been exactly the same as it was now.

Zhao Yiming could not help but wonder to himself: "What on earth did this Ye Changying do to make the Master so angry?"

Thinking of this, he could not help but ask: "Master, was that man just now very similar to that Ye Changying?"

"He was," Su Shoudao nodded and said, "but his demeanor was a bit more low-key, or perhaps it was because he was dressed somewhat casually. Back then, Ye Changying could be said to have been full of style; he walked with a breeze and was truly extraordinary!"

Zhao Yiming asked again: "That kid just now, he wouldn't happen to be a descendant of Ye Changying, would he?"

"Not very likely," Su Shoudao said coldly. "Ye Changying's descendants went missing long ago, and their fate is unknown. Even the Ye family themselves can't find them; I reckon they died outside long ago."

As he spoke, Su Shoudao smiled grimly and mocked: "Back then, Ye Changying made enemies everywhere, offending the Rothschild family that dominated Europe and America. Domestically, he was also targeted in various ways because he was too sharp. There were simply too many people who wanted him dead."

Having said this, Su Shoudao lit a cigarette and said indifferently: "Although that kid just now looked quite like him, I think there's a high probability he's Japanese; he might just happen to look a bit like him."

Zhao Yiming nodded slightly and asked him: "Master, where are we going next? Back to the hotel or?"

"We're not going back to the hotel," Su Shoudao said coldly. "If this bunch from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department can't catch Ruoli and the others, they will definitely find ways to make things difficult for me and disgust me. It's better if I leave Tokyo early!"

Having said that, Su Shoudao instructed him: "Forget about the hotel room; don't worry about it. We'll drive north directly to Aomori Prefecture, the northernmost part of Japan's Honshu, and go soak in the hot springs for two days to relax before leaving."