Yuan Su's fingers abruptly tightened around his phone.
Two million.
A forged signature, a photocopied ID, a guarantee, a loan-every step reeked of Yuan Hongzheng's reckless madness. That gambling addict would tear apart his own son and sell his bones without a second thought if it meant getting money.
But nothing changed in his expression. He lowered his voice further.
"Got it. I'm heading back now."
"Now?" Nie Yang froze for a moment. "Aren't you in Dongzhou? That's a long way-"
"Make them wait," Yuan Su cut him off. "Don't get physical. Don't do anything rash."
After hanging up, he stood where he was, silent for several seconds.
Pu Yu had been watching him the whole time.
Watching his expression turn cold the instant he answered the call.
Watching those few seconds of silence after he hung up.
The wind swept across the lake, carrying winter's crisp chill.
She suddenly felt a little cold.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
Yuan Su turned to look at her.
For that instant, he had not quite managed to hide the coldness in his eyes.
She saw it.
"There's something going on at the factory."
He kept his voice as steady as he could. "I might not be able to stay with you."
Pu Yu froze.
Though she had sensed it coming, hearing him say it still felt like a hard blow to her heart.
"Is it serious?" she asked.
"I'm not sure yet."
Yuan Su reached up and stroked her head, shielding her from that damned wind. "But don't worry. It's nothing dangerous. Just some disputes I need to sort out."
Disputes again.
Another vague answer.
Pu Yu's heart sank.
She looked at Yuan Su and could feel that he was deliberately avoiding the subject.
He did not want to tell her. Maybe