Chapter 54 - 54 54 Bloodline

54: Chapter 54: Bloodline 54: Chapter 54: Bloodline “To tell the truth,” Su Lu thought, “if it weren’t for her absolute trust in Su Zhe’s character, she would almost suspect that he had installed surveillance in her house!”

Otherwise, how could he know so precisely that Cheng Youran had already fallen asleep?

Su Zhe didn’t seem to mind Su Lu’s astonishment.

“Making a fuss over nothing,” Su Zhe said.

“It’s because I’ve also worked night shifts and know around what time that state will make you have to sleep.”

Su Zhe’s shirt sleeves were neatly rolled up to his elbows, and he wore a linen apron, moving fluidly as he handled the ingredients on the countertop.

She didn’t know when he had bought the ingredients, it seemed he had stepped out for a bit just before.

Su Lu reached out to help, but Su Zhe stopped her, “I’ve got this, you just sit and wait to eat.”

Su Lu smiled, “Thanks, bro.”

Su Zhe: “I’ll arrange for someone to come and help you with the project, they are quite capable and will be able to assist you.”

Su Lu: “Okay.”

Su Zhe: “Don’t worry about the family matters at home.”

Su Lu: “Okay.”

Su Zhe’s hands paused for a moment, and he looked up at her, “Is ‘okay’ the only word you can say?”

With her lips pursed, Su Lu hesitated for a moment before asking softly, “How’s Xiao Yi…

is he okay?

Have you heard from him lately…

how is he?”

Hearing her ask this, Su Zhe laughed, but there was no warmth in his laugh, it was even quite cold.

“He’s doing very well.

The guy is making the most of everything you’ve done for him and takes it for granted.

He’s completely content,” Su Zhe’s voice was slightly chilly.

In the Su Family, Su Zhe was very indifferent to both Su Jiao and Su Yi.

Su Lu knew why he didn’t like Su Yi.

But although Su Zhe could ignore Su Yi, she couldn’t.

Because Su Yi might be the only blood relative she had in this world.

Sometimes blood ties really don’t mean much, because her own younger brother, just because he felt a sense of belonging to the Su Family, harbored the same grudge as them against and even loathed his own sister.

Yet, at times, blood can be very significant, as it sometimes gives people the strength to persevere through life’s violent storms.

Sensing the disdain in Su Zhe’s tone, Su Lu felt somewhat embarrassed, lightly biting her lip and whispering, “Well…

that’s good.”

As for Su Yi’s attitude toward her…

she couldn’t say it didn’t bother her, but she had grown accustomed to it.

“I think he’ll be back soon,” Su Zhe continued about Su Yi, still in his usual indifferent tone.

In fact, although Su Yi was quite resentful and loathed Su Lu, he greatly admired his eldest brother Su Zhe, even though Su Zhe had always been lukewarm toward him; Su Yi was always eager to maintain a good relationship, then in his heart, he resented and was convinced that Su Lu must have been complaining about him to Su Zhe.

In short, if Su Zhe were back, Su Yi wouldn’t stay abroad much longer.

He had always been clingy to Su Zhe since he was young.

Su Lu felt worried.

If it were before, she would have been happy about Su Yi’s return.

But thinking of Zhu Xinyan’s words before, Su Lu couldn’t help feeling anxious.

Su Zhe was a great cook, though he was never known for his culinary skills before, but it seemed he was that kind of person, able to learn anything, and he had honed his cooking skills while abroad.

Su Lu sat on the sofa, idly fiddling with her smartphone.

She opened WeChat, where Bo Jingshen was pinned to the top, in fact, it was after she had a close call during the typhoon on her trip to Hai City.

Bo Jingshen snatched her phone fiercely and added his contact—be it his phone number or WeChat—to her device.

As for pinning it to the top… it wasn’t his doing, but Su Lu’s own choice.

At that moment, she tapped on the chat, pondered for a moment, wanting to send a message, but before she could, she heard Su Zhe’s phone ring as he walked out of the kitchen.

He glanced at the screen, his brow furrowed, and his eyes revealed an unmistakable disgust.

Almost instantly, Su Lu guessed who was calling.

The desire to send any message instantly vanished.

Su Zhe stared at the screen for a while before reluctantly answering the call, turned on speakerphone, casually placed the phone on the dining table, then picked up a hand grinder, sat down, poured some coffee beans in, and began to grind slowly.

Soon, the aroma of coffee spread through the air.

Su Yukan’s voice on the other end—despite Su Lu sitting on the sofa in the living room—was clear to her ear because of the minimalistic decoration in Su Zhe’s apartment, with no unnecessary furniture blocking the sound from the dining room.

“Zhe, you’re back, why not stay home?

Don’t you always come back?

I had Sister Liu clean your room a long time ago,” Su Yukan’s voice sounded somewhat helpless, and his posture seemed very low.

It must be said, people do make distinctions between those they are close with and those they are not.

Su Lu had never heard Su Yukan speak to her in such a tone, not even once.

Towards her, Su Yukan was always tough, unreasonable, never yielding, and his attitude was poor, rude, and even volatile.

And towards Su Yi, his attitude was cool, not volatile or rude, but certainly not warm either.

He could be nicer to Su Jiao, but even Su Jiao, if too willful at times, could provoke impatience in Su Yukan.

Only towards Su Zhe was it different.

Likely because he was the eldest son from his first wife, the first to bring him the joy of fatherhood; indeed, he was different.

Coupled with the son’s frail health from a young age, it was enough to tug at the heartstrings, not to mention that he was exceptionally gifted.

If it wasn’t for her brother, Su Lu truly wouldn’t know that Su Yukan could speak so gently and softly.

Su Zhe did not make a sound, only the rhythmic grinding of coffee beans could be heard.

“Zhe?” Su Yukan, not hearing a response, called again, “Are you listening?”

“Oh, no,” Su Zhe responded, his voice faint, “and I don’t plan to listen anymore.

I’ve had enough of your nonsense.”

Su Yukan’s voice faltered on the other end.

Su Zhe continued, “I used to think that although you may not be a good person, you were still decent to me, maybe not beyond redemption.

Now I see that I was wrong.”

His voice, when completely cold, had an icy chill that seemed to push people a thousand miles away.

Su Yukan stammered, “Why…

why would you suddenly say that…”

“If you don’t know, just leave it,” Su Zhe continued to grind coffee beans, his voice so calm there was barely any emotional fluctuation, “I’ll give you one month, during which I won’t return to the old house.”

“That’s unacceptable!

That’s your house,” Su Yukan hastily replied.

Su Zhe chuckled lightly, “Right, it is my house, so of course I should return.

And I will return, just not right now.

When my mother died, that house was left to me, but I was underage then, so you were merely managing it for me.

I give you one month to take your wife and daughter and get out of the house my mother left me.

I’ve endured them long enough.”