Chapter 1360 Flowers and Responsibility

There was no light on in the study.

The evening glow above the garden filtered through the French windows and into the room, making it much colder. The man's slightly lowered eyebrows and eyes also looked cold. His eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

"It doesn't matter,"

He replied,

"At least tomorrow, Cheng Zhiyuan will definitely not come."

Chu Yan tapped the table unconsciously with his hands, and said coldly,

"Everything will go according to plan tomorrow."

"Yes, Boss."

When the phone was hung up, there was a knock on the study door. Chu Yan turned around and saw the butler with gray hair on his temples.

"Sir, the meal is ready."

"Bring it to Chu Yang,"

Chu Yan turned back, his voice calm and composed.

"I don't want to eat anymore."

The butler paused, as if he wanted to persuade him, but in the end he closed the door and walked out helplessly.

The light was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the man sat for a long time in the shadows that were growing more and more. He was like a frozen stone statue, and just looking at him made people feel cold.

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Su Yu also arrived home at the same time.

After passing through the long corridor and the lotus pond with only dead stems left, he was met with a merciless slap from his father in front of his studio.

"Didn't you see the text message I sent?"

The middle-aged man, who was still wearing his military uniform at home, had a face full of suppressed anger, and his eyes were filled with almost exasperated accusations.

The boy stood straight, showing no expression even after receiving the first slap in his life.

"I only came home to get slapped like that, and to see if I could still walk in."

Su Yu wiped the corner of his mouth, looked up at his father and smiled slightly.

"It seems that Grandpa hasn't thought of ordering me not to set foot in the Su family's gate yet."

His father clenched his cheeks slightly.

"I told you not to return home."

"Because the fire that started with Cheng Zhiyuan has spread to the Su family?"

The young man put one hand in his pocket and said calmly,

"Let me guess. The Central Government has probably already set up an investigation team to look into many of the past events. Although things seem to be calm on the surface, in fact, everything has just begun. So if the Su family can get rid of one of the cases, it will be an extra insurance, right, Dad?"

"If you knew that, why did you come back?"

His father looked even angrier.

Many people who know Su Yu have said that he is actually the most suitable person in the Su family to take over his grandfather's business, and many people think that he will do better than his grandfather.

Father Su had never doubted this, so he thought that his son, who could easily get the news from the text message, would follow the instructions and wait until everything was settled before coming back.

But the young man in front of him had obviously violated his orders and expectations in person, so how could he not be angry?

"I know you're worried about me, Dad."

The boy looked at his furious father and curled his lips slightly.

"But my last name is Sue anyway, Dad."

"Having enjoyed the honor and flowers brought by this family, I should also be prepared to bend down for him and take the blame for his mistakes."

"I should always do something I can do."

The boy's amber eyes were backlit, and he looked at his father with a calm and even smiling expression.

The middle-aged man was suddenly stunned by such a look.

The dim light from the sunset glow came from behind him, making the boy's figure look even taller and more slender, just like a bamboo that remains green even in late autumn.

I don’t know when it started, but my son has grown taller than me.

Just when Father Su was slightly stunned, powerful footsteps approached from the lotus pond. As they got closer, a calm and respectful male voice came.

"Master Su, the master asked you to go to the hall."

Su Yu lowered his eyes, and when he turned around and looked up again, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly frosty.

He walked past the soldier who came to report with his hands in his pockets, his eyes straight ahead. His back looked even more elegant and imposing among the fallen leaves.