Chapter 65: A Small Scheme

Soft, as if carrying the astringent taste of bleach, Su Ziceng’s eyelids touched Hang Yishao’s long eyelashes. She was surprised; Hang Yishao actually did not resist. His face was pressed against her cheek, so close that his eyelashes almost poked into her eyes, and he still would not stop. His eyelashes broke Su Ziceng’s tears, sour and tingling; Su Ziceng dared not blink nor breathe. Two arms were added to her body, carrying the coolness of autumn water, and the fine sweat hair on the bare arms vividly wrapped around Su Ziceng’s waist. Compared to Su Ziceng’s rigid posture, Hang Yishao’s kissing skills were much more proficient. He quickly turned his passivity into initiative. His tongue, unlike Pello’s somewhat gentlemanly one, was reckless, brazen, and unapologetically forceful. Her entire body suddenly tensed; Su Ziceng already felt something was off. If this continued... "Mm...hm," was the sound of Hang Mu interrupting very inopportunely from behind. Although she was quite willing to see her son and Ziceng make substantial breakthroughs, she did not want it to happen next to her swimming pool. She noticed Hang Yishao’s swimming time was much longer than usual; thinking that the post-Mid-Autumn water was too cool, she came out to check and unexpectedly walked into this scene. Compared to Su Ziceng’s discomfort, Hang Yishao was like an oxygen-deprived patient who had just breathed in air, completely revitalized, and the previous gloom was swept away entirely. After showering, he came out beaming. "What do you need me for?" He pretended not to look straight at Su Ziceng, dialed the phone, and left a message for Fei Qing to "bring people" out. The event by the pool proved that Su Ziceng still had special feelings for him, but she was just a poor teacher; how much trouble could she really cause? While Hang Yishao went in to shower, Su Ziceng had already asked Hang Mu a few questions and roughly understood the situation. "Last year, you had a car accident in Bianjing City. What happened afterward?" Su Ziceng held a glass of orange juice in her hand. Hang Yishao’s face immediately fell. Did she specifically come to ask about this incident? There was always a sense of interrogation when Su Ziceng brought it up. He tried to keep a relaxed demeanor, also unsure if his mother had inadvertently revealed anything earlier. The fresh orange juice still carried a tempting sweet and sour scent. Hang Yishao’s mind worked fast, and after piecing together the facts, he had his explanation ready. He planned to tell Su Ziceng that on the night of the incident in Bianjing City, sitting in the backseat was the son of the Public Security Bureau chief. As for the beauty school belle who was in his passenger seat, it was better left unsaid. "The incident happened just like that," Hang Yishao said lightly, narrating a version that "evaporated the female lead" and looked relieved. "Later, it cost a lot of money to shut the truck driver’s mouth, insisting that he mistook the brake for the accelerator and crashed into our car." Hang Mu listened by the side, sipping tea awkwardly. She could not reveal that the Hang family later spent extra money to send the scratched-faced school belle abroad. "Truck driver?" Hang Yishao did not find a scapegoat but directly dealt with the victim, and with some pressure from that bureau chief’s son on his father, this accident was dismissed without being filed as a criminal case and was settled out of court directly. Su Ziceng felt more assured, and with Hang Yishao’s guidance, she also had a general direction in mind. "Are you done asking?" Hang Yishao heard that recently, Su Ziceng did not even drive anymore and seemed to be in trouble, but she had a thoughtful expression, which was very different from her usual demeanor. "No other matters; I need to head back first." Su Ziceng had already made a new plan and was eager to go back and sort out her thoughts. Hang Mu called the driver, returned to the hall, and saw Hang Yishao with a look of disbelief, still holding the phone. Presumably, Fei Qing had already made arrangements for him, and soon he would go pick up Deng Jiani. "Look at you, still all irritable. Look at Ziceng; she has grown more and more like a lady since college. You better not scare my precious daughter-in-law with Fei Qing and his crowd." Hang Mu had watched Su Ziceng grow up and was very aware of her missy temper. Tonight, when she saw the driver open the door for her, she politely thanked him, which made Hang Mu like her even more. Upon hearing Hang Mu’s mention of a daughter-in-law, Hang Yishao surprisingly did not retort as usual but instead grinned and said, "How could it be? She’s just putting on an act, Mom; you don’t need to worry. We’ve known each other for so many years; we’re as familiar as each other’s left and right hands." Su Ziceng was like a piece of iron nailed onto their Hang family’s cutting board of mutton; how could she escape from his mouth? With that, he chuckled and headed out to meet his friends.