Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report-Chapter 264 - 255

It really snowed. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The curtains were wide open, and the dazzling light shone through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, making one’s eyes blur. Outside, the courtyard was draped in silver, with a thick layer of fresh snow, fluffy and spotless. Cedars and withered trees were bent under the weight of the accumulated snow, heavy and occasionally breaking with a "crack."

He held her in his arms, sitting on the tatami by the window, with a tea table set in front of them. His fair, slender hands with distinct joints held a Purple Sand Tea Pot. The orange-red tea, steaming hot, flowed from the spout into the cup.

She was entranced watching it.

The snowy scene was like a painting, becoming a vast white backdrop in her eyes. But more beautiful than the painting was the hand holding the pot before her. When someone seemed perfect in your eyes, every move, every smile, suited your taste. For the first time, she noticed even his fingernails looked attractive, with their faint pink shade and perfectly crescent-shaped cuticles.

"Want to try?"

Suddenly, the aroma of tea wafted over, carrying a subtle warmth.

He brought the teacup to her lips.

She took a small sip and nodded. "It’s good."

"Really good, or are you just saying that?" he laughed, recalling she didn’t drink tea.

"Truly good!" Even though she wasn’t a tea enthusiast, merely watching him brew the tea was pleasing enough for her.

He leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "If you like it, I’ll brew you some at home. The tea there is even better." He took a sip himself and found it quite average.

Her eyes lit up. "Do we have tea at home? Why have I never seen you brew any?"

He pinched her nose. "I thought you only drank milk tea!"

"Then you can make milk tea for me!" She leaned against him, snug and comfortable in his warm embrace. Afraid she’d feel cold, he draped a blanket over her legs.

"Alright." He suddenly thought this suggestion was worth trying, considering store-bought milk tea wasn’t the healthiest drink.

Outside, laughter could be heard, a group of young people having a snowball fight.

"Do you want to go out and play?" He remembered her earlier complaint about not having done an activity together.

She shook her head. "It’s too cold outside, I don’t want to go."

Thinking about the days when she had to report interviews in the icy weather, it was unavoidable. Now finally having a day off, it seemed better to stay indoors to keep warm.

"Really not going? I’m afraid you’ll regret it. Or, we could build a snowman?" He glanced at the young people outside.

"No, it’s cold. I want to eat sweet potatoes." She snuggled deeper into his arms.

On the table lay a baked sweet potato he’d ordered. He touched it to find it still warm and began peeling it for her.

She breathed in deeply, the aroma of the baked sweet potato encapsulating the essence of winter. She told him about her childhood, "Actually, ever since I was young, I didn’t like winter. No, I should say I didn’t like the cold." After all, Mom had been unwell for a long time, and she had to take care of her. Buying and washing vegetables in the winter was hard on her hands, and every winter she would get frostbite, which was very painful.

But she didn’t say this part; instead, she talked about something else. "Still, winter has its joys. Back then, our family had a charcoal stove burning hot water continuously. I’d toss sweet potatoes under it, and when I got home from school, they’d be all toasted. I could eat two by myself!"

He truly understood. Winter was so tough for a five-year-old child bearing the responsibility of caring for their mother.

"Little Sha," he called her softly.

"Hmm?" She looked up at him.

"It’s nothing." He lowered his head and kissed her lips, which had darkened from the sweet potato. "Eat the sweet potato."

"Okay!" She couldn’t help but tilt her head up and return the kiss, then nestled into the blanket on his chest, feeling warm and cozy.

Outside, the drops had turned to ice, but indoors it was warm as spring. No moment was as perfect as this. "Xiao Xu," she murmured softly, "If only time could stop at this moment."

Winter, with snow, with tea, with you, and with baked sweet potatoes, was enough. Nothing else needed to be done. Just holding each other and daydreaming was complete. Where was the regret?

"Silly," he held her tighter. "Time won’t stop, but every moment from now on, it’ll be the same for us."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, nodding firmly.

Every moment with you was the best.

She was the first to bite his lips, then followed a long, lingering kiss. If it weren’t for the phone ringing, she might have pinned Xiao Xu to the floor. This activity, after several upgrades by Student Xiao Xu, seemed to have become something she somewhat enjoyed...

"Let me take this call first." She struggled out from his tight embrace, adjusting her loose pajamas.

"Su Rongyu?" Seeing the caller, she was quite surprised and turned back to look at him. Su Rongyu had forced his number into her phone, taking hers in return. Why was Su Rongyu calling her and not his brother?

"Answer it first," he said, secretly wondering if trouble was brewing again.

"Hello?" She quickly answered.

"Sister-in-law..." Su Rongyu’s voice sounded very strange, as if he was whimpering?

"Su Rongyu, what’s wrong?" She put the call on speaker for Su Ronggui to listen too.

"Sister-in-law!" This time, Su Rongyu was genuinely crying, and it was a loud, wailing cry.

She panicked. "What’s happened? Tell me!"

Su Ronggui’s expression also changed immediately and he stepped over.

"Yueyue... Yueyue... She died..."

Su Rongyu’s crying blared from the phone. She loosened her grip, "What... what did you say?" Her hand still held the phone posture, but it had already fallen to the ground.

Su Ronggui quickly picked up the phone, speaking urgently into it, "What exactly happened? Tell us again!"

"Fan Yue... She died... Car accident... Second Brother, where are you..."

Tu Hengsha didn’t know how she got into Su Ronggui’s car. For the entire journey back, she didn’t utter a single word, only hearing Su Rongyu’s crying echo in her head: Yueyue died... Yueyue she died...

Because of the snow, the road back wasn’t easy. Su Ronggui drove slowly, and by the time they reached the hospital, it was already evening.

Su Rongyu was covered in blood, squatting outside the hospital morgue.

Tu Hengsha suddenly stopped, feeling dizzy, lacking the courage to enter that place, and even less the courage to see the person inside. She didn’t even have the courage to take another step forward.

"Little Sha!" Su Ronggui held her up.

"You... you go see..." Her whole body felt ice cold, her hand trembling on his arm. "The person inside can’t be Yueyue; your brother must be mistaken. Go see, and then come back and tell me... it’s not Yueyue..."

Su Rongyu saw them and cried out, "Sister-in-law..."

"Shut up!" Tu Hengsha harshly interrupted him. "You’re spouting nonsense! Don’t talk nonsense!" Then she pushed Su Ronggui, "Go on, go see! And then come out and tell me! It can’t be Yueyue!"