Not a Pleasant Feeling

Su Sanyun, carrying a few people with him, first lugged a big bag of rice out of the kitchen, then a bag of flour, followed by some scattered rice, flour, oil, some pickled vegetables, bowls, plates, chopsticks, and even a blackened clay pot.

"Father, we've moved everything out," Su Shirong said, looking at the pile of their belongings stacked like a small mountain in the yard, his smile stretching to his ears.

They not only moved out the items stolen this time, but also all the previous belongings—anything left, they brought it all out, leaving nothing behind!

Qingmu obediently called for a flat cart, piled Su Sanyun's things onto it, and pushed it away in one go.

"Let's go home!" Su Sanyun led the way, holding the cart, Su Shirong pushed from behind, with Qingmu and Steward Xiao Yuan supporting on the sides. The group marched proudly towards Su Sanyun's home.

When they reached the Su family gate, Su Sanyun saw Old Man Su standing there with his back to them.

"Father," Su Sanyun called out to him.

Old Man Su turned around, looked at the cart full of belongings, and scolded Su Sanyun harshly, "Beast, don't call me father. I have no unfilial son like you!"

Then, seeing Yuan Jie, Old Man Su instinctively wanted to scold his fourth son as well, but remembering that this son was a very wealthy tycoon, he quickly put on a flattering smile: "Fourth son... lately the family’s situation has been bad, as you’ve seen. Your mother and I hardly have enough to eat. Since you’re so rich, why not help us out a bit?"

Yuan Jie glanced coldly at Old Man Su, then turned to Steward Xiao Yuan and said, "After the New Year, Qingming is coming. Remember to burn more paper money for my parents."

Old Man Su was about to retort that his parents were still alive and asked what paper money he was talking about—just give us the silver!

Then suddenly he realized that when the fourth son said 'parents,' he must have been referring to the deceased foster parents of the fourth son, not him and Old Lady Su.

Old Man Su’s face immediately turned very ugly, like a bruised purple pig’s liver.

Everyone could hear the meaning behind Yuan Jie’s words: Old Man Su had asked for money and was refused, and Yuan Jie publicly made it clear he didn’t acknowledge him. The slap was subtle yet sharp, making Old Man Su lose face badly. He angrily shook his sleeves but dared not curse this wealthy son, since he still hoped to get money from Yuan Jie in the future. So he could only sulk and turn back home.

Su Sanyun and the others moved the things back to their home. Looking at the cold stove and dark kitchen, Su Sanyun felt very uncomfortable inside.

Home should be a warm and comfortable place, but because of his foolish filial piety and weakness, this home was almost falling apart.

Su Sanyun felt a wave of guilt.

"Father, everything has been moved back!" Su Shirong happily ran out.

Su Sanyun felt a moment of relief, but then thought of his daughter Su Lanxiang and felt even heavier.

"Third Uncle, the lady said after you finish moving the things, come back with us." Qingmu said.

Su Sanyun felt very embarrassed to trouble the people from Su Li’s house to help move things, and to disturb them so late. But since Su Lanxiang was at Su Li’s house, Su Sanyun, together with Su Shirong, went there out of concern for his daughter.

Back at Su Li’s house, Su Sanyun and Su Shirong headed straight to the side room where Su Lanxiang was sleeping.

At this moment, only Sun Shi was guarding the side room.

"Wife... I'm back. How's Lanxiang?" Su Sanyun lifted the curtain and walked in, looking at Sun Shi’s back, feeling even more guilty.

Sun Shi, with her back to Su Sanyun, replied irritably, "She took the medicine and is sleeping. The fever has gone down."

"Mother, Father and I went to Grandpa and Grandma’s house and moved all our family’s things back. Please don’t be angry anymore." Su Shirong said.

"All moved back, really!?" Sun Shi suddenly turned around, her expression like seeing the sun rise from the west.