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The Su family's total assets and project value were three times greater than they had anticipated!

This was something no one expected.

Everyone looked at the documents in their hands, their smiles almost reaching their ears.

There were no objections to the division of shares, and everyone signed the agreement.

At 4:30 p.m., the division process was completed, and the Su family members returned to their old family house in high spirits, clutching the asset details.

The next morning.

Wen Qi emerged from the guest room with dark circles under her eyes, looking listless and dispirited.

He looked like he had been drained of his energy.

Su Xinghe had just finished feeding the old man water when he turned around and bumped into Wen Qi looking like this, which startled him.

"Miss Wen, what's wrong? You look so pale, are you sick?"

Wen Qi shook her head weakly, her eyebrows drooping.

Su Xinghe circled around her, looking her up and down: "What happened? Did the lingering evil spirits disturb your peace of mind?"

Wen Qi shook her head again, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but stopped, her expression still carrying an indescribable complexity.

"What happened, Miss Wen? Tell me!" Su Xinghe felt that something serious must have happened to her.

Wen Qi looked up at him, her eyes conflicted. After hesitating for a long time, she finally managed to say, "I had a nightmare."

Su Xinghe's curiosity was completely piqued: "What kind of nightmare could scare you like this?"

Wen Qi pursed her lips, her expression extremely complicated, and lowered her voice: "I dreamed that... your uncle and Lu Jisheng kissed all night long."

"..."

Su Xinghe looked at Wen Qi.

Wen Qi was also looking at Su Xinghe.

Just now he looked pale, now he looks even paler!

"Ahem... What kissing?"

A weak cough suddenly came from the bed.

The voice was soft, but it made the corners of the two people who were in silence twitch.

Wen Qi: "..."

Su Xinghe: "..."

The old man woke up, his face still a little pale, but his eyes were very bright, looking like he had just caught the juiciest gossip.

Su Xinghe came to his senses, walked to the bedside, and reached out to help him: "Grandpa, you're awake. How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"

Su Guangchong used his strength to slowly sit up straight, completely ignoring the conversation about his body.

Instead, she squinted, her face full of gossip, and pressed on, "Never mind me, what kissing? Who did your uncle kiss? Does he finally have a girlfriend?"

The three questions asked in quick succession hit the nail on the head regarding the core of social instability.

The old man's gossip spirit was something Wen Qi could only admire from afar.

Wen Qi raised her hand to pick her nose, without saying a word.

Su Xinghe was speechless, his lips twitching wildly: "Grandpa, you must have misheard. We were just chatting, nothing like that happened!"

Su Guangchong glanced at the two of them suspiciously, clearly not believing them.

He clearly heard it just now; they not only said kissing, but they kissed all night long.

He should really ask Ah Si how he managed to make such progress despite his cold demeanor.

The door was gently pushed open, and Wan Jiansi, dressed in a pale white shirt, walked in with an upright posture.

All three eyes turned to him instantly, and the atmosphere became strange and subtle once again.

As soon as Wen Qi saw Wan Jiansi's outrageously handsome face, images from her dream uncontrollably popped into her mind.

I feel terrible.

What kind of scumbag is Lu Jisheng?

They deserve to eat so well.

It should be me instead!

The moment Su Xinghe saw his uncle, his mind automatically filled in the blanks with Wen Qi's words...

A shiver ran through my body.

The imagery is too disturbing to contemplate—