Chapter 969: No Definitive Proof

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Huang Fei beamed proudly at her son, her voice dripping with affection as she addressed Xu Sheng. “Of course, you’ll be practicing martial arts today—to build strength and discipline. Your coach will be here any moment now. Sure, Su Bing and the others started earlier than you, but it’s never too late. I know you’re just as clever as your father—whatever you put your mind to, you’ll master it in no time!”

While Huang Fei was busy flaunting her son and husband, she completely missed the storm brewing behind Su Jing’s gaze.

Su Jing wasn’t listening to a word she said; her attention was fixed intently on Xu Sheng. Her eyes darkened, a shadow of anger and bitterness flickering within. This wasn’t just resentment—it was for her late sister, Su Mo, whose tragic fate gnawed at her even now.

Su Mo had loved Xu Ye with a devotion so consuming it had destroyed her. She had given him everything, only to be abandoned and left to die alone, while he moved on to build a picture-perfect life with another woman.

Su Mo, you were such a fool! Su Jing’s heart twisted painfully.

Watching Xu Ye’s wife and son revel in their seemingly perfect lives only fueled her fury. She wanted to storm forward and tear it all apart, to avenge her sister’s sorrow. Men like Xu Ye—faithless and cruel—were all too common, while women like Su Mo paid the ultimate price for loving them.

Su Jing despised it, and the thought dragged her back to her own emotional scars.

Though Su Jing had sworn to leave her past behind, some memories were inescapable. They simmered beneath the surface, threatening to erupt in a blind need for vengeance. She didn’t care about reputation, family, or the future—all she craved was the catharsis of destruction.

Gu Zi, ever observant, immediately picked up on Su Jing’s shifting emotions. They’d already gleaned what they came for, and this wasn’t the time for confrontation. If Su Jing lost her temper now, the fallout would be irreparable.

Though Gu Zi wasn’t afraid of stirring the pot, certain pieces of the puzzle still didn’t quite fit. Based on Huang Fei’s casual remarks, there was no definitive proof yet that Xu Sheng’s father was Xu Ye.

“Let’s go,” Gu Zi murmured, sensing the storm brewing in Su Jing. As Su Jing opened her mouth to unleash her wrath, Gu Zi grabbed her arm and cut her off smoothly. Turning to Huang Fei with a polite smile, she said, “Looks like you’re busy with your son. We’ll be on our way now.”

Without waiting for a reply, Gu Zi not only spoke but physically steered Su Jing out the door. To any onlooker, it appeared entirely natural, but Huang Fei was left standing there, puzzled by their abrupt departure.

She frowned, her thoughts churning. Gu Zi had seemed fine just a moment ago. Why the sudden rush to leave? Then it hit her—a flash of inspiration lighting up her face. It must be the pig crisis!

With the recent outbreak of swine fever, safe pork had become a rare commodity. Even the largest stores had stopped selling pork entirely, shutting down their meat counters altogether. Yet the Su family’s pig farm had somehow remained unaffected, making their pork highly sought after and nearly impossible to obtain.

Huang Fei’s family hadn’t had pork for days. Her housekeeper had tried and failed to buy some, and the mere thought made her mouth water. Could it be that Gu Zi left in such a hurry because she feared being asked for pork?

Ha! This woman thinks I’m here to freeload. As if I wouldn’t pay!

A smug smile spread across her face. She decided to head to the Su household and make her case. When she arrived, it was Gu Zi herself who answered the door, stepping out just enough to block any view of the interior. Clearly, Gu Zi wasn’t planning to let her in, though her expression remained calm and polite.

“Huang Fei,” Gu Zi said evenly, “what brings you here?”

Huang Fei cleared her throat, feigning nonchalance. “Well, with this swine fever situation, you can’t trust the meat from outside. But your husband’s pig farm must have some safe pork stocked up. I was hoping you could sell me some—name your price. I’ll pay whatever it costs. Xu Sheng is still growing, and it’s not good for him to go without meat for so long.”

Ah, so this is what she wanted. Relief washed over Gu Zi, who had been bracing for something far more serious. Her lips curved into a light smile as her shoulders relaxed. “Oh, I see. Unfortunately, things aren’t as easy as they seem,” she replied, her tone apologetic but firm. “Even we’re running low on pork these days. Normally, Su Shen sends some over, but with demand so high, even he’s stopped. What little we have left in the freezer is barely enough for our three kids, especially Lele—she’s still so young. How could we let her go without?”

Gu Zi shrugged lightly, her expression the picture of regret. “I’m afraid we can’t spare any. You’ll have to look elsewhere, Huang Fei.”