Chapter 174 New Year

Although Su Chonglin regained his freedom, he was asked to return several times to cooperate with the investigation, but fortunately the time was not long.

Su Qingyan was very annoyed by the endless investigation and evidence collection. He was afraid that Su Chonglin would be detained again sometime.

The mess at home has not been completely resolved, and Su Qingyan did not dare to mention marriage. He was afraid that he would drag Zhou Cheng down. Now he hoped that the court session would be held as soon as possible. No matter whether it was good or bad, at least there would be a result.

On Zhou Cheng's birthday, Cheng Muxi called him. At that time, Zhou Cheng had just finished dinner with Su Qingyan's family and was about to continue his solo activities with Su Qingyan.

Zhou Cheng spoke to his mother somewhat awkwardly. He didn't want Su Qingyan's parents to know too much about the troubles in his family.

When Su Qingyan heard that it was his mother, she started talking and even took the phone from Zhou Cheng's hand and continued chatting with Cheng Muxi from him.

Although it didn't make Cheng Muxi laugh out loud, it was obvious that Cheng Muxi didn't mind chatting with Su Qingyan, and could even be said to be very happy.

Zhou Cheng really admired Su Qingyan's thick skin. Even though they parted on bad terms last time and she was kicked out of the house, they could continue chatting warmly now without any incident.

The birthday ends and the new year begins.

As the year draws to a close, Su Qingyan is busy as a top again. It's already stressful enough to get the business running again, and with the end of the year, various social engagements are coming one after another.

The decline of the Jiang family allowed other forces in Mincheng to take advantage of the situation and rise rapidly. The Su family, which was once on good terms with the Jiang family, is now struggling to survive in the cracks.

But the relationship between the Su family and Lu Jinshen is now clear. As long as Lu Jinshen can win this game, the Su family will continue to prosper in the future.

So now no one dares to suppress the Su family head-on, and everyone is assessing the situation and watching the fire from the other side.

On New Year's Eve, under Su Qingyan's coercion, Zhou Cheng flew back to Yingjiang with him.

"How can you not go home for the New Year?" After the plane landed at Yingjiang Airport, Su Qingyan had someone bring the gifts to the car.

A familiar scene.

"Aren't you at home either?" Zhou Cheng felt that Su Qingyan was asking for trouble by coming to Yingjiang during the New Year.

"I'm at home. Isn't this my home?" Su Qingyan looked at the gifts that filled half of the car with satisfaction.

"According to your logic, I'm also at home in Mincheng." Zhou Cheng got into the car and said uninterestedly.

"Can we take turns spending the New Year in these two places? It's not too far anyway." Su Qingyan looked at the street scene moving rapidly backwards.

In fact, it can’t be considered a scenery. In the winter in the north, the roadside trees are left with only bare branches, and the sky is gray.

"Aren't you going back to Xinghai in the future?" Zhou Cheng felt that Su Qingyan suddenly looked a little lonely, so he held his hand.

"There's nothing left if I go back, so I won't go back." Su Qingyan retracted his gaze and said to Zhou Cheng with a smile.

"Don't be too sad..." Zhou Cheng regretted bringing up this topic and causing trouble for Su Qingyan during the New Year.

"I'm not sad. I'll be wherever you are. Nothing is more important than you."

Su Qingyan's smile was magnified in Zhou Cheng's eyes. These words hit the soft spot in his heart. A tingling sensation spread from his heart to every part of his body. He was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

Soon they arrived at Zhou Cheng's parents' home, where couplets and the word "Fu" were already posted on the front door.

Zhou Cheng rang the doorbell nervously and began to review his responses in various situations.

Cheng Muxi was a little surprised when she opened the door. She didn't expect that Zhou Cheng, who had no contact with her family, was now standing at the door.

"You're back? Come in quickly."

After a few seconds of hesitation, Cheng Muxi quickly welcomed them in.

After Su Qingyan paid New Year's greetings, she followed Zhou Cheng into the living room, only to find that it seemed that only Zhou Cheng's mother was at home.

"Your father just went downstairs. Didn't you meet him downstairs?"

As soon as Cheng Muxi finished speaking, they heard the sound of the door opening.

"...Who knew something like this would happen during Chinese New Year, eh."

"Young people nowadays are all like this. Can you try to persuade him?"

"They've already gotten their divorce papers, how can I persuade them?"

Father Zhou stopped talking after seeing two unfamiliar pairs of men's shoes at the entrance. He looked up and saw Zhou Cheng and Su Qingyan.

"Uncle Xiao." Zhou Cheng greeted the man next to his father.

Xiao Han's father?

From their few words, Su Qingyan heard that Xiao Han's contract with his marriage partner should have expired. After all, they had been married for exactly one year, so it was about time.

When Zhou's father saw them, his face became even uglier. If there were no outsiders present, he would have definitely kicked them out.

"Zhou Cheng is back? Your dad just said you would be on duty during the Spring Festival." Father Xiao walked in after changing his shoes.

"I switched shifts with a colleague." Zhou Cheng made up an excuse.

Father Zhou didn't give them any more glances and went straight to the study.

"Lao Xiao, I have some good tea here, come and try it."

Just as Father Xiao was about to sit down in the living room, he was called into the study by Father Zhou. Although he was a little puzzled, he was really upset and didn't think too much about it, so he followed him.

Zhou Cheng and Su Qingyan were helping prepare the food for the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen. Cheng Muxi had actually slowly accepted the reality, but Zhou's father was still standing in her way and she didn't dare to say anything against his wishes.

Around 2 p.m., Xiao's father was called home by a phone call. When they were alone in the study, Xiao's father complained and also warned Zhou's father not to force his children to do many things, as it would ultimately be a waste of time. His own family's experience was a lesson for him.

As soon as Xiao's father left, the atmosphere in the house became solemn again.

Zhou Cheng stood not far from his father, hesitating about how to start.

Zhou's father stood at the door without moving. Seeing that Zhou Cheng was slow to speak, he opened the door again.

"go out."

"Old Zhou...what did you say to the child?" Seeing that his attitude did not soften at all, but became even more severe, Zhou's mother's just glimmer of hope was instantly shattered.

"Dad, I came back to spend the New Year with you, not to quarrel with you." Zhou Cheng tried to make amends.

Father Zhou didn't move or say anything else.

The sentence just now was the limit of what Zhou Cheng could say, and he would not beg again in a humble manner.

The father and son stared at each other for a while, and finally Zhou Cheng walked out of the house.

Su Qingyan knew that he would not give in, so he sighed inwardly and followed him out.

The door behind him was slammed shut.

"Don't be anxious." Su Qingyan took Zhou Cheng's arm and patted it gently.

Zhou Cheng still didn't say anything. Just as he was about to leave, Su Qingyan said to the closed door, "Mom and Dad, what kind of glutinous rice balls do you like? We'll come again during the Lantern Festival."

Zhou Cheng looked at him in surprise.

Why did you call your parents directly?

Zhou's father and mother in the room were also surprised.

"You don't want the son, but I do." Mother Zhou was so overjoyed by the word "mom" that she was dizzy and finally she mustered up the courage to open the door again.

Firecrackers are blasting, lights are on in every home, and the frost of the old year is quietly melting in the warm current of love.

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