Su Tingyun chuckled. “Good, good. I’ll be waiting.
These are some of our family’s land deeds and property certificates—you should store them too.”
He handed half to Su Jin to put away, while placing the other half on the desk.
Seeing the confusion in her eyes, he explained, “The other half is out in the open—factories, the ancestral home, a few Western-style houses, and shops.
They’re obvious, no need to investigate.
Rather than waiting for people to come and confiscate everything, it’s better to hand these over to the state ourselves.
That way, it gives the two of us a bit more protection.”
Su Jin nodded. “Mm, Grandpa is right.
If we take the initiative and show sincerity, we’ll be seen as contributing to the country and willing to reform ourselves. Others won’t dare touch us easily.
Once this storm begins, no one can stop it. Those people act like lunatics.”
Su Tingyun sighed. Hearing about the dangerous future from her “dream”—no, her foresight—he knew he had to prepare more.
He had already lived most of his life, but his granddaughter was different.
She was only seventeen. She still had many years ahead—she deserved a better future.
“That’s right. The things we can’t take openly, we hand over. The hidden ones, we keep.
You store them in that space. When things settle down, we can rise again.”
“Mm, Grandpa.”
Looking at the blue-and-white porcelain from the Ming and Qing dynasties, as well as the brilliantly colored and intricately crafted ceramics in the study, Su Jin waved her hand and stored them all into the space.
The ordinary books on the shelves, as well as her grandfather’s calligraphy practice sheets, were also swept into the space with a wave of her hand—even the desk and chairs he used daily were taken in.
Su Tingyun watched as the study became completely empty in an instant, not even a scrap left. The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Xiao Jin… isn’t this a bit too much?
If people saw this, they’d think our house was robbed clean.”
Su Jin, who was checking the corners for hidden compartments, turned to look at him.
“Grandpa, everything in your study is valuable—many are ancestral treasures.
Those people don’t understand their worth. If they destroy them, you may not feel heartache, but I will.
Don’t worry. I’ve already thought it through.
I’ll bring in a couple of ordinary bookshelves, a simple desk and chairs from my room later and set things up casually.
It won’t look too deliberate, and it won’t attract attention.”
In truth, Su Jin wanted to leave nothing behind—anything valuable or meaningful would be taken.
But her grandfather’s concerns made sense. If everything disappeared too completely, it would arouse suspicion.
Many eyes were secretly watching families like theirs.
In her dream, a family similar to theirs had hidden valuables, but they were eventually discovered. Their fate was tragic—dozens of family members were gone before reform and opening.
“Grandpa, help me check if there are any hidden compartments left in the study.”
Su Tingyun smiled faintly at her thoroughness. “No more here.
Come, let’s go to my room next.”
Just as he finished speaking, Su Jin’s stomach growled loudly. She pressed her lips together and smiled sheepishly.
Su Tingyun laughed. “You haven’t even had breakfast. It’s already noon. Eat first—then we’ll continue once you have the energy.”
Su Jin nodded. “Alright, I’ll listen to Grandpa.”
The two left the study and headed toward the living room, where the steward, Su Chengshan, was waiting in the main courtyard.
Seeing them, he stepped forward. “Master, Miss.”
After greeting them, he continued, “Miss, Miss Hong Xiuxiu has been waiting at the gate for quite a while.
I tried to persuade her to leave, but she insisted on waiting until you came out to see her.”
Hearing this, Su Jin exchanged a glance with her grandfather. A faint, cold smile appeared on her lips.
“Uncle Su, let her in. I’d like to see what she has to say.”
“Yes, Miss.” Su Chengshan bowed and left.
After he was gone, Su Jin hooked her arm around her grandfather’s.
“Grandpa, let’s go sit in the living room and watch her perform.
I bet the first thing she’ll do when she comes in is tear up and tell me she and Zhao Fuyuan are completely innocent—that it’s all a misunderstanding.”
In the past, whenever she fancied Su Jin’s belongings, she would also tear up and say she had never seen such nice things, indirectly asking for them.
Back then, Su Jin found her annoying when she cried and would just give them away, since she didn’t lack such items.
Su Tingyun smiled at his granddaughter’s confidence. “Alright, I’ll watch this group of clowns perform with you.”
After entering the room, Su Jin noticed the fatigue between her grandfather’s brows.
Thinking of the Spirit Spring water’s healing effects, she turned and poured him a cup of water, secretly adding two drops with her mind.
“Grandpa, we’ve been talking for a while. Have some water.”
Su Tingyun took the cup and drank. His eyes lit up.
“Xiao Jin, this water feels different. It…”
Before he could finish, he froze. He felt his entire body relax, and the dull ache in his temples eased noticeably.
Su Jin smiled mysteriously, placing a finger to her lips in a “shh” gesture.
“This water is good for your health.”
Su Tingyun immediately understood. Joy flashed in his eyes.
“Good, good! Heaven truly favors the Su family!”
He drank every last drop without leaving a single sip.
Moments later, Su Chengshan returned with Hong Xiuxiu.
Just as Su Jin predicted, Hong Xiuxiu entered with reddened eyes.
She first bowed to Su Jin and Su Tingyun, her voice choked with emotion.
“Grandpa, Xiao Jin…”
Then she looked at Su Jin with teary eyes.
“Xiao Jin, I came to explain. I…
There’s really nothing between Brother Fuyuan and me. We’re completely innocent.
I know he has a childhood engagement with you—I’m not that kind of person.
It’s all a misunderstanding. We only occasionally talk about studies and greet each other when we meet.
That time in the grove near the hospital… yes, I was there to get medicine and happened to run into him.
He wanted to ask you out to watch a movie and was asking me what kind you liked—that’s all.
When I was about to leave, I accidentally twisted my ankle, and he just helped me.
Really, Xiao Jin, you have to believe me.
Don’t misunderstand Brother Fuyuan—he truly loves you.”
Su Jin picked up the white porcelain teacup on the table and took a sip of the Spirit Spring water she had added.
Just as her grandfather said—it tasted wonderful, leaving her refreshed.
She drank her tea calmly, watching Hong Xiuxiu perform until she finished.
Only then did Su Jin slowly set the cup down.
“Oh—
Comrade Hong, are you finished?”