Su Yue was speechless.
There would never be reconciliation between her and Su Minghua.
But she still didn't want her mother to worry, so she mumbled vaguely, hung up the phone.
Reconciliation?
In her next life.
When Su Minghua returned home, Jiang Ling was still sitting on the balcony, lost in thought.
He walked over quietly, came up behind her, saw she was deep in thought, smiled, and suddenly reached out to cover her eyes.
“Guess who I am?”
Jiang Ling was startled, quickly moved his hands away, and giggled, amused by him, “Can you be more mature? So childish!”
“Men are childish in front of their wives,” he sat beside her and asked, “What are you thinking about? So engrossed?”
“Oh, it’s about Yueyue. I wanted to ask you about something,” Jiang Ling took out her phone, found the photo Su Yue had sent, and handed it to him, asking, “Do you know this boy?”
Su Minghua’s expression changed.
He never expected that Su Yue would actually guess his intentions, and in this way, issue him a silent threat.
He had indeed intended to do something.
Just like how he always dealt with his opponents, cruelly, destroying her life, leaving her no room to fight back.
And it would seem like he had nothing to do with it.
At the end, he might even play the role of a savior, making her grateful and willingly fall into his arms.
But she had struck first in such a short time.
He naturally feared Chen Ziming and his background. Looking at the photo, they were very close, and it seemed to be at home… whose home? Besides Chen Ziming’s, he couldn’t think of any other answer.
This time, he was truly a bit hesitant to act.
After all, Chen Ziming’s father not only had a much higher position than him but was also far more capable.
Although Chen Ziming was still young, he was not to be underestimated.
Su Yue actually managed to hook up with him?!
“Honey? What’s wrong? Is there a problem? Don’t scare me…” Jiang Ling saw him stunned, his face growing more somber, and she became a little scared.
Could this boy really be problematic?!
“It’s nothing, just a bit surprised.”
Jiang Ling’s call brought him back to his senses. He quickly stabilized his emotions, put on his familiar warm smile, and replied.
“You scared me to death! So, do you know him or not?”
Su Minghua pondered for a moment and replied, “Yes, I know him. The reason I asked Yueyue to come home that day was actually because I saw her with this boy.”
His mind raced simultaneously, and a thought suddenly struck him.
A truly bold idea…
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jiang Ling asked in surprise.
“It’s nothing, I was afraid you would worry. This boy is called Chen Ziming, a very outstanding policeman, from a good family, and very steady. Don’t worry,” he explained, his tone returning to its usual gentleness.
In his heart, however, he was grinding his teeth with hatred.
Su Yue, since you’re treating me like this, don’t blame me for playing along…
“Is he really that good?” Jiang Ling sounded a bit doubtful.
“Yes, but when I asked Yueyue to come over that day, I was actually a bit worried…”
He sighed and slowly began, “Although Chen Ziming is reliable, we all know what can happen when young people live together. If something unexpected occurs… Yueyue’s life will be severely impacted.”
His words effectively triggered Jiang Ling’s anxiety.
“Then what did you say to her? What did she say?” she asked anxiously.
“What else could she say? She’d just say she could handle it herself and that I shouldn’t interfere with her life.” He gave a wry smile. “In the end, she got angry with me. Seeing that we wouldn’t be able to eat, and afraid you would be upset, I stalled you and let her leave.”
He appeared as a helpless and worried father.
“This child! You should have told me! I’ll talk to her!” Jiang Ling, who had experienced similar hardships, was eager to pick up her phone, determined not to let her daughter repeat her mistakes.
“Don’t call her. She’s immersed in love right now and probably won’t listen,” Su Minghua stopped her.
“Then… then what should we do…” Jiang Ling put down her phone, looking flustered.
Suddenly, she stopped, looked at Su Minghua, and said, “Logically speaking, you are this boy’s superior. How about… you go and talk to this boy?”