Baru frowned slightly and met his wife's eyes. "Uncle Su? Who is that?"
"It's my mother's friend, I met her by chance." Nanxi didn't take it seriously, took the phone and pressed the answer button.
"Xixi, are you okay?" Su Junchi's kind and gentle greeting came from the other side.
"I'm fine, Uncle Su, thank you for your concern. Is there anything you want to talk about?" Nanxi sat in her husband's arms, talking on the phone intermittently.
"I like the birthday present you gave me, Xixi. Put it together with the painting your mother gave me." Su Junchi's voice was as gentle as it could be.
"You live in Yangon, right?" he continued.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Nanxi did not give a direct answer.
"I'm arriving in Yangon this afternoon and would like to invite you to dinner." The person on the other end went straight to the point.
Nanxi glanced at Baru. There was no expression on his face, but the aura around him had cooled down. The woman tapped his brow.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Su, I might not be able to do that."
"Xixi, I don't have any other intentions. I just brought you a little gift and wanted to give it to you in person. If possible, I hope we can interact like relatives to comfort the guilt I have felt towards Yun'er for half my life.
Oh, and I also brought a painting your mother drew. I've treasured her things for half my life, but if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have been willing to take it out. This time, I brought it to you as a gift, as a little thought from your mother for you."
Nanxi's expression changed immediately when she heard this. "My mother's painting? Do you have my mother's painting?"
Su Junchi smiled and said, "You may not know this, but I was the one who taught your mother how to paint. I carefully treasure every painting she drew, including the ones she practiced.
The painting I bring you today was given to me by your mother on her twentieth birthday. It has her signature on it. I think you will like it.
Nanxi pursed her lips, her turbulent emotions gushing out, "Okay, Uncle Su, I'll treat you this afternoon. I'll send you the address after I arrange it."
After hanging up the phone, Nanxi's husband held her face in his hands and rested her forehead against his.
"Who is that? Calling me so intimately."
"She was my mother's first love. They must have had a beautiful past, so beautiful that Uncle Su will never get over it. I'm not interested in delving into the emotional entanglements of the previous generation, but he has a painting my mother drew herself. A-Lu, I want to get it back."
"Well," Baru nodded, "Then I'll go with you."
"No, you find a stranger to go with me." Nanxi hesitated a little. "I don't know why, but I don't feel comfortable with this Uncle Su. Maybe it's because I'm his daughter. Anyway, for safety reasons, you shouldn't show up yet."
"He's just an old man, why should I be afraid of him? This is Yangon, honey, even the king of heaven would have to think twice before messing with your man."
The arrogant man squeezed her palm and said, "Zhan Peng said you are brave, but I think you are just a little bit brave."
"Be obedient." Nanxi shook his arm. "You said it yourself. The situation in Yangon has been complicated recently. Uncle Su's identity and background are not simple. I can't determine his path for the time being. As the saying goes, you can know a person's face but not his heart. I believe my mother. Although she is gentle, she is not timid. Since she didn't choose this man, it means that he must have some fatal flaws.
Besides, my dad is no ordinary person. Anyone who can make him feel intimidated must have some real skills. We have suffered enough losses, so we must be extremely cautious. "Nanxi advised earnestly.
"Okay, okay, then I'll listen to my wife. I'll have Ajie send someone to accompany you. He has a group of people under him, who were left to him by his grandfather. Even Brother Meng can't move them, and their skills are no worse than my people."
Balu doesn't dare to offend his wife now, whatever she says is the truth.
"Oh right." Nanxi suddenly remembered something. "Isn't it a coincidence? Uncle Su's name is Su Junchi, which is only one character different from Su Juntai. If you don't know, you might think they are brothers."
Baru then became a little cautious, "Isn't it?"
"I suspected it when I was in Las Vegas and asked someone to check. They should have no connection. Besides, Su Junchi didn't show up at Su Juntai's funeral. If he was really related, he would at least show up.
Furthermore, Su Juntai rarely uses his Chinese name anymore. In Country M, he's always been called by his English name, and few people know his Chinese name, so I think it might be a coincidence."
"There aren't so many coincidences in the world." With a keen military sense, Baru pondered for a few seconds.
"Baby, regardless of whether this old man surnamed Su has any relationship with Su Juntai, he deliberately tries to please you and get close to you with a purpose. No one would treat someone well without a reason. You should be careful and test him. I've also asked someone to keep an eye on him.
"Recently, there's been an influx of suspicious individuals entering Yangon, with various motives. His appearance at this time is inherently suspicious. I've had someone investigate."
"Okay," Nanxi nodded, "but be careful not to get discovered or fall for a counter-espionage scheme."
"I know, wife, there are not so many plans." Baru sneered. His little wife was really worried about him. Why didn't he realize before that she was so worrying.
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In a luxurious European-style building in the wealthy area of Yangon, the head of the family, who had not appeared for a long time, walked into the main building, and the servants who had been waiting there for a long time saluted respectfully.
Su Junchi walked in, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette. "Jiaye, let everyone go."
The trusted subordinate nodded and ordered the servant to leave.
Dadada...
As the servants left, there came the hurried sound of slippers tapping on the floor from upstairs.
"Dad..." Su Zhiyao, wearing pajamas, with her hair loose and her eyes red and swollen, ran down from upstairs and stood beside Su Junchi and saluted, "Dad..."
"Yeah. Yao'er, why didn't you go out today?"
He remembered that his daughter loved to show off. She would dress up beautifully and go shopping every day. She couldn't stay at home for a minute. He didn't know why her personality changed today.
Su Zhiyao pouted, "Dad, someone is bullying me. Please lend me Ananda and Jiaye. I want to kill that woman."
Su Junchi shook his head, unconcerned. "You've already taken all four Chimei Wangliang brothers away, and aren't they enough for you to command? Are you targeting my confidant again?"
"Oh, Dad, you don't know how badly that woman bullied me. She threw water on me, beat me, and even stole my man. I can't stand with her."
Su Junchi smoked indifferently, "I told you a long time ago that Zhan Peng is not a good person. He even refused to tell you his true identity. It's obvious that he has other intentions. Why are you still hanging on this tree?"
"Dad, I believe Zhan Peng must have his own reasons for not telling me. Please don't be angry with him. After killing that woman, I will definitely be able to convince Zhan Peng to sincerely join your camp." Su Zhiyao vowed, with a cruel and cold look in her eyes.
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