Chapter 323: 330: Astonishing Similarity

Chapter 323: Chapter 330: Astonishing Similarity

“Yes!”

She, Yang Wenying, liked to make a splash, didn’t she? This time, she would get a proper lesson.

In the morning, at the Su family’s dining table, Mr. Su, Su Hai, and Su Huai’an were eating breakfast while reading the newspaper.

Mr. Su always had a belly full of grievances whenever he ate.

“Little Hai, you’re really useless. The Chen Family can get Ningning to cook, so why can’t you convince her to come over?” It made everything he ate tasteless.

“Exactly!” Su Huai’an agreed.

“Dad, you shouldn’t be so discouraging towards your own son.” Su Hai had even resorted to threatening.

“But the fact that you can’t get her to come is true.” Mr. Su glared, “If you’re really that useless, I’ll have your brother try to convince her.”

The eldest son of the Su Family was Su Jiang, a formidable figure who was currently the President of the Southern Union and the head of the Special Action Department. Because he lived in the south, he rarely made it home once a year. Su Yun would get so scared every time she saw him that she didn’t dare to speak carelessly.

“No, don’t bother Big Brother with this, he’s so busy already. It’s not that I haven’t asked, but the General Union Dance Troupe is really busy at the moment. That girl is practicing dancing frantically! Whether she gets promoted or not depends on this performance. Once she’s through this busy period, she will definitely come to cook for you. I’ve already talked to her about it.”

Su Hai continued flipping through the newspaper, which he had a habit of reading from back to front. So when he swiftly finished and was about to put the paper back on the pile, he glanced at the photo on the cover.

Su Hai was shocked and widened his eyes.

The other two at the dining table were also staring intently.

Mr. Su snatched the newspaper, put on his reading glasses, and stared without blinking.

“What’s wrong, Dad?” Su Hai was a little embarrassed. It was indeed very beautiful and quite attractive, but given your age, is it really alright to stare at a young and pretty girl?

It wasn’t Huai’an; it would be normal for Huai’an to stare.

“Dad, stop looking and let Huai’an have a look, can’t you see he’s eager to see as well?”

“Damn it!” Mr. Su, angered, swung his fist at Su Hai, who didn’t dare move and was left stunned, even looking towards Su Huai’an.

“What’s wrong with Grandpa?”

“I don’t know!”

Mr. Su didn’t care about their conversation; he just wanted to confirm again that his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. The girl in the photo looked exactly like his wife when she was young.

He took the newspaper tremblingly and intended to head to his room, his nephew and grandson hurriedly supporting him on either side.

“What happened, Dad?”

Mr. Su paid them no mind and, upon returning to his room, left them behind, taking out a small sandalwood box he had treasured for many years.

Su Hai knew that the small box contained his mother’s relics, and Mr. Su had protected it well over the years, letting no one touch it.

Even the eldest grandson, Huai’an, was severely punished for his mischief as a child when he took it out to play with.

Su Huai’an thought of the only time he had been whipped and felt a tingling on his scalp.

“Yes, the resemblance is uncanny.” Mr. Su took out an old photo from the box, which had become blurred from age.

He compared the photo with the newspaper in his hand. Whether it was the figure, the gaze, the facial features, or the eyes, they were very similar.

The photo depicted a beautiful young girl in a lace dress, standing on a luxury yacht.

Mr. Su’s wife hailed from a wealthy merchant family of Shanghai Beach, educated in the UK from a young age. In the tumultuous 1930s of Shanghai Beach, she was a well-known heiress.

She was especially talented in literature, the arts, and dance. If she hadn’t married a comrade, her future prospects would have been limitless.