153: Chapter 153 Your Fourth Uncle is Alive

With noon approaching, Su Ye couldn't help it anymore and prepared to call Yan Zheng to check on Su Yi's whereabouts, having already thought up a justification: since Su Yi had pried so much information out of him yesterday, it was only fair for him to have someone look into Su Yi today.

"The pitter-patter of rain outside the window..."

Before Su Ye could call Yan Zheng, his father, Su Hong, called him instead.

As soon as Su Ye answered, he heard Su Hong's hoarse voice speaking anxiously: "Little Su, come back here quickly."

The anxious tone made Su Ye's heart tighten, and he quickly asked: "Dad, what happened at home? Tell me first, don't worry."

Perhaps sensing his son had misunderstood, Su Hong quickly said: "Little Su, nothing is wrong at home. It's your Fourth Uncle; he's back. Your Fourth Uncle is alive—pfft, I mean, he didn't die."

Su Ye was stunned; he had just been worrying about the old man, never expecting him to have run back to their hometown in Chang City.

Su Hong's voice interrupted his thoughts, speaking with a serious tone: "Little Su, I don't care what you're doing right now. Your Fourth Uncle is my own brother, your own Fourth Uncle. He's been missing for so many years and has finally returned. Grandpa has ordered everyone in the family to come back. Even your cousin in Zhujiang has been called back. You hurry up, don't be the last one to arrive when you aren't even that far away. Back then, your Fourth Uncle and I were the closest."

Su Ye was left between laughter and tears, but knowing his father's stubborn temper, he quickly agreed: "Okay, okay, Dad, I'll book a flight and come back immediately. I should arrive by the afternoon."

A voice called out Su Hong's name on the other end. Su Hong acknowledged it and then said: "That's it then, be quick."

Hearing the busy signal from the receiver, Su Ye paused for a moment. Fine, he better hurry back to avoid being nagged for a long time.

It was strange; when Su Ye had no achievements in the past, he liked to talk back to his father and never considered his health or whether he would get angry. Now that he had money, power, and connections, he didn't want to talk back to his family anymore, but rather tried to see things from their perspective more often.

Su Ye first called Zhao Sihan, as he had promised to bring her along when he returned.

The call was answered after just two rings. Through the phone came the sound of rushing wind and Zhao Sihan's excited shout: "Hey! Old Su! What's up!"

Only then did Su Ye remember that Zhao Sihan had told him a couple of days ago that she was going to Shangri-La with a few close friends.

"Nothing much, I just told you before that I'd take you home, but something came up at my place, so I'm planning to go back early. Do you want to go?"

On the other end, Zhao Sihan seemed to have found a sheltered spot, saying with a slightly disappointed tone: "But I'm at Shangri-La right now. It was so hard for Lin Qingtian and the others to get their annual leave—"

Su Ye quickly comforted her: "It's fine, it's fine. If you can't make it this time, we'll do it next time. This was a last-minute decision on my end too."

He thought for a moment and then added: "I'll transfer some more money to you. Since you're out having fun, enjoy yourself. Lin Qingtian and the others don't earn much, so you should pay for more things. As long as the relationship is solid, money is a trivial matter."

Hearing that Su Ye wanted to transfer money again, Zhao Sihan quickly said: "I don't want it. I haven't even finished spending the one million you gave me before; there's still plenty left. I'll ask you for more when I've used it up."

As she spoke, Su Ye heard Lin Qingtian calling for Zhao Sihan in the background.

"Gotta go, gotta go, I'm going to take pictures. I'll bring you a gift when I get back. Love you, mwah."

"Beep, beep, beep, beep!"

Hearing the busy signal on the phone, Su Ye was speechless. This was the second time he had been hung up on today.

He then contacted the bank's new customer service representative to help him book the fastest flight to Chang City.

Previously, Gu Qingyan was the one who liaised with Su Ye, but after Gu Qingyan became Su Ye's woman, she went off for further studies and naturally could no longer serve as the liaison between Su Ye and the bank. Zhou Changxing had later arranged for someone else. Su Ye had met her once—a girl who could be rated an eighty, but she wasn't Su Ye's type, and now she just handled some affairs for him.

Fortunately, he had already bought the gifts he needed to take back, otherwise, he would have been at a loss at the last minute.

At five in the afternoon, a plane arrived at the Chang City airport. The Chang City airport was just a small airport, much smaller compared to those in big cities, and one could walk through it in a few minutes. Su Ye was wearing a white Loro Piana silk-cotton blend short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body, a pair of Brunello Cucinelli straight-cut cropped jeans on his lower body, and a pair of all-white Common Projects Achilles Low sneakers on his feet. With Dior black rectangular sunglasses perched on his high-bridged nose, he dragged his Gucci suitcase out from the airport exit.

There were no cliché encounters with beautiful flight attendants. To be honest, the young ladies from Sichuan Airlines were not bad, and for an ordinary person, they could be considered great beauties or goddess-level, but compared to Su Ye, they were just so-so. Perhaps his appetite had been spoiled by the few girls around him; after all, whether it was Gu Qingyan, Zhao Sihan, Jiang Bai, or Deng Jiaqi, they were all existences that could be rated over ninety points in both figure and appearance.

Of course, although he was in first class, no flight attendant came up to slip him a note. Instead, they had come to ask Su Ye a few times if he needed blankets, drinks, or snacks, which made Su Ye doubt his own attractiveness. He then thought about it—how desperate would someone have to be to actively offer themselves to a rich, handsome man upon seeing him? There wasn't that much desperation, and even if there were, it wouldn't necessarily be a flight attendant, and the chances were definitely pitifully small. The probability of encountering that was likely not much higher than winning the lottery.

"Screech—"

Just as Su Ye was about to take out his phone to call for a ride, a second-hand Chevrolet came to a screeching halt in front of him with a harsh sound. Just as Su Ye was a bit puzzled, the window, which had bubbles and bulges, slowly rolled down, replaced by a somewhat handsome smiling face.

"Hey, Anning Community, fifty bucks, you in?"

Su Ye was stunned for a moment, then took off his sunglasses, hooked them onto the collar of his shirt, and smiled: "Sure, not just fifty, I'll pay a hundred."

He walked around to the back of the car and popped the trunk. He instantly stepped back, and as expected, the trunk popped up with a "clank." After reaching its highest point, it shook twice. The inside of the trunk was quite messy, with alcohol, water, and various sundries jumbled together. Su Ye vaguely saw one black and one red pair of stockings, along with a few contraceptives.

He hesitated for a moment, then threw his suitcase in and slammed the trunk lid down hard.

He clapped his hands. "All set, get in!"