Su Chengguang raised his eyebrows in surprise, then revealed a mild and honest smile. “That’s me. Officer, what’s the matter?”
The police officer didn’t waste words and held up a notice. “This is the newly issued punishment for the Su family.”
Su Chengguang glanced over the notice, rubbed his eyes, and read it again in disbelief. He staggered back a few steps, murmuring, “How could this happen?”
He had hidden those assets so carefully—how were they discovered?
He didn’t suspect Su Yueheng, only sighed at how capable the higher authorities were.
His back seemed to bend, and in an instant, he looked years older.
A member of the neighborhood committee spoke impatiently, “You have twenty minutes to pack. You’ll need to go to the police station to give a statement afterward.”
Bai Tingxin nervously shielded Su Baicha. “Then what about my… niece?”
“Take her along.”
They were going to the same place anyway.
Su Baicha helped Bai Tingxin back inside, stunned. “How did this happen?”
It was different from her previous life.
Holding Su Jiye, her mind was in chaos—why had the Su family’s trajectory changed after her rebirth?
At that moment, Su Baicha began to consider whether she should sever ties with the Su family.
She couldn’t afford any blemish on her record. Otherwise, the Mei family would look down on her just like they had on Su Yueheng, and her image in Mei Xinhang’s heart would no longer be perfect!
Upstairs.
Bai Tingxin was at a loss, packing her nice clothes, private savings, and coupons. She glanced at Su Chengguang and asked pitifully, “Second Master, why do we also have to go to the countryside? Where are we going?”
Su Chengguang was hiding money and coupons to take with him, not even turning his head as he replied in a low voice, “Same place as Baicha. We were probably reported by jealous relatives.”
As a “filial” daughter, Su Yueheng hadn’t handed over all his assets. Instead, she used her space to make herself the actual beneficiary.
What Su Chengguang was hiding now were all fake assets.
Hearing she could stay with her daughter, Bai Tingxin felt a moment of joy, then sighed. “But we don’t know how to work, and Jiye can’t endure hardship.”
Listening to her constant dependence, Su Chengguang felt both annoyed and strangely satisfied.
“Enough. Hide the money and coupons properly. Pack more clothes. I’ll go deal with other matters.”
Bai Tingxin raised her brows, instantly guessing he was going to hide other assets. She lowered her gaze to conceal her true emotions. “Yes, Second Master.”
She packed quickly. When she came downstairs with bags, she saw Su Baicha and Su Jiye clinging to each other, their thin figures looking pitiful.
“Second Aunt, where’s Second Uncle?” Su Baicha asked.
Bai Tingxin rubbed her face and walked over, pulling her precious son into her arms. Her voice was low but audible. “He went to hide the rest of the family’s assets. We thought pushing your father’s issues onto Su Yueheng would work, but in the end, we still have to go to the countryside.”
Su Baicha’s dim expression immediately brightened. “Second Aunt, you mean our family still has other assets?”
She only cared about that part. As for being sent to the same place? It didn’t matter.
Seeing Bai Tingxin nod, her thoughts of cutting ties disappeared instantly.
She sat beside Bai Tingxin with a caring expression, leaning on her shoulder. “Mom, no matter how hard life in the countryside is, I’ll stay with you.”
That single sentence cheered Bai Tingxin up.
When Su Chengguang came downstairs, Bai Tingxin tearfully patted Su Baicha’s hand and exaggeratedly repeated her words to him.
Su Jiye chimed in, “Dad, after something happened to our family, Su Yueheng didn’t show up at all. From now on, I only have this one sister. When she gets married, you must give her a proper dowry.”
Su Baicha shyly protested, “Jiye…”
Su Chengguang was always patient with his beloved son. He pinched his cheek fondly. “Alright, I’ll do as you say.”
Su Baicha looked flattered. “Thank you, Second Uncle.”
Su Chengguang agreed kindly, but inwardly felt even more dissatisfied with Su Yueheng. If he had known, he would have put all those discovered assets under her name.
Then she wouldn’t be getting married—she’d be sent straight to labor reform.
On the surface, he remained calm. “Let’s go. Don’t keep those people outside waiting.”
Su Jiye followed close to his mother, still holding onto Su Baicha.
Su Baicha maintained a worried expression, glancing sideways at her second uncle and her real mother.
Catching Bai Tingxin’s reassuring look, she turned her head away, finally calming down.
After two lifetimes of acting in front of them, her performance had become completely natural.
Watching people sealing up the house, Su Baicha felt something was off. In her previous life, Su Yueheng cared deeply about the Su family. Now that something so big had happened, why had she disappeared?
Meanwhile, the person Su Baicha was “thinking about,” Su Yueheng, was lying in a sleeper berth on a train heading toward Jiang Island.
Across from her sat a man and a woman—though they didn’t quite look like a married couple, more like strangers.
For the third time, Su Yueheng glanced over as the woman sweetly said, “Husband, could you go get me a bowl of instant noodles?”
Shen Mianmian deliberately leaned closer to Lu Xingzhou. He responded with a distant “Mm” and got up to leave.
Su Yueheng glanced at him.
He was tall and well-built, with a dark complexion and a serious expression. There was an aura about him that set him apart—broad-shouldered, thick-browed, square-faced, and upright. Not an ordinary man—more like a soldier.
The thought passed through her mind briefly, and she didn’t dwell on it.
As she turned back, Shen Mianmian smiled shyly. “Comrade, where are you going?”
Realizing her earlier glance might have been rude, Su Yueheng smiled apologetically. “Jiang Island.”
After that, she took out a Russian book from her bag and began reading, clearly not intending to continue the conversation.
Shen Mianmian looked at the beautiful, delicate woman in front of her—more attractive than any of the women in the art troupe.
Definitely not ordinary.
Her mind started racing. “Comrade, my husband and I are also from Jiangcheng. What are you going there for?”
Hearing the seemingly innocent question—so similar to Su Baicha’s usual tone—Su Yueheng calmly turned a page. “My family arranged a marriage for me. I’m going to get married.”
She regretted it—she shouldn’t have looked at that “dark lump of coal” earlier.
She hadn’t meant anything by it, just thought he looked like a soldier.
Yet his wife kept targeting her.
Shen Mianmian’s hostility lessened considerably, her tone becoming lighter. “Comrade, what does your fiancé do? You dress well—he must be a worker too, right?”
Su Yueheng gave a fake smile. “My fiancé is a soldier. His name is Lu Xingzhou.”
After saying that calmly, she lay down, placing the book over her face and pretending to nap.
She didn’t notice Shen Mianmian’s loss of composure.
Soon, she heard the compartment door open—the man who had left returned.
Then she heard Shen Mianmian’s dissatisfied huff. Her hurried footsteps faded as she left, followed by the door slamming shut.
Su Yueheng frowned slightly, letting out a subtle sigh of relief.
Finally got a sleeper berth for once—and ended up with a crazy woman as a fellow passenger.