MSRBMH Ch 25
Su Yan’s voice seeped through the thin door.
When no response came, he knocked again.
On the bed, Su Yu retracted the leg he’d been about to kick Ji Yanli with and glanced toward the door.
Why is Su Yan knocking on my door? Does he know Ji Yanli’s here?
That didn’t make sense.
Su Yan had his own schemes to hide—he wouldn’t willingly walk into a trap.
Pushing the thoughts aside, Su Yu glared at the man still pinning him down and whispered,
"Get off. I’ll see what he wants."
"Su Yu, are you in there?"
The knocking grew impatient.
Ji Yanli turned his head slightly, his frown deepening.
"Don’t go."
The way the Su father and son had acted earlier—detached, almost mocking—still grated on him. Su Yu’s mood had soured because of them, and he didn’t want him facing that again.
Su Yu patted Ji Yanli’s back. "Just for a minute. Let me hear him out."
"Su Yu, you’re in there, right? Are you okay?"
The voice at the door was practically summoning a ghost.
With a reluctant sigh, Ji Yanli shifted his weight and sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze locked on the door like a guard dog.
Su Yu exhaled in relief, slipped into the sandals kicked off earlier, and shuffled to the door. When he opened it, Su Yan’s raised hand froze mid-knock.
"Took you long enough," Su Yan said, smiling.
"I thought something happened to you."
"We’re at the Xie estate. What could possibly happen?"
The mountain villa was so secluded even stray dogs avoided the area.
Su Yan swallowed. "Come with me for a second."
Su Yu studied his so-called brother’s face—the tension in his jaw, the forced calm.
"Say whatever you need to here. It’s late, and I’m tired."
In the past, he’d have followed Su Yan without question. Not anymore.
"It’s private. Hard to explain here."
Su Yan reached for his arm.
"Young Master Su," a voice cut in, icy and deliberate.
"What business brings you here at this hour?"
Just as Su Yan’s fingers grazed Su Yu’s sleeve, an arm hooked around his waist and yanked him backward—into Ji Yanli’s chest.
Dressed in a matching robe, Ji Yanli looked down at Su Yan with lazy disdain, his grip possessive.
Su Yan’s eyes flickered with shock.
"CEO Ji, why are you in my brother’s room? You were supposed to—" He caught himself.
"Supposed to what?" Ji Yanli’s voice was deceptively light, but his eyes had frosted over.
"N-Nothing."
Su Yan’s smile turned stiff. When he looked back at Su Yu, the warmth in his eyes had sharpened into something unsettling.
"Xiao Yu, it’s about your mother."
The certainty in his tone made Su Yu stiffen.
"My mother?"
After her death and his adoption into the Su family, his mother’s memory had become taboo.
No one mentioned her—until now. First the barrage of comments, then Su Yan. The timing was too convenient.
Su Yan extended a hand. "Yes. I’d prefer to discuss this privately."
Ji Yanli’s arm tightened around Su Yu, but a subtle nudge had him reluctantly letting go.
The silent exchange didn’t escape Su Yan. His jaw twitched.
Before stepping away, Ji Yanli leaned in, his whisper a warm brush against Su Yu’s ear: "Message me if anything happens."
Su Yu nodded absently and followed Su Yan into the hall.
The post-banquet quiet pressed down on the villa. Most guests had retired, leaving only the night wind whistling through open windows.
Su Yan walked stiffly ahead, not once glancing back.
Bored, Su Yu pulled out his phone—and blinked at a notification from a familiar contact:
[Husband] Come back soon.
[Husband] [Puppy eyes emoji]
The dorky golden-retriever sticker startled a laugh out of him.
Idiot.
And when had that contact name even been saved? Ji Yanli must’ve tampered with his phone.
He thumbed open the contact, ready to delete the ridiculous label—
"Xiao Yu."
They’d reached the end of the corridor, where oil paintings lined the walls.
Su Yu pocketed his phone, the ghost of a smile still on his lips.
Su Yan noticed. "You seem… happier lately."
They weren’t blood-related. Even before the barrage comments, Su Yu had never been close to this brother. Small talk now was pointless.
"Ge, what did you want to say about my mother?"
Su Yan ignored the question. "You never smiled like that in the Su family."
Su Yu chuckled dryly.
"Were you expecting me to? I was always an outsider. My happiness didn’t matter to any of you."
But now that he’d been kicked out, suddenly everyone cared.
"Xiao Yu… I neglected you. Work kept me too busy."
A pause.
"But your mother left a letter for you. It’s with me. Come home soon to collect it."
Su Yu’s blood turned to ice. "Why do you have her letter?"
Su Yan’s smile didn’t waver. "You were just a child when she passed, newly adopted. Father held onto it. I meant to give it to you sooner, but time slipped away."
He spoke slowly, as if ensuring each word sank in.
Su Yu’s hands clenched. "What are you saying?"
His memories before the orphanage were fragmented.
He’d assumed his mother vanished long ago. But if Su Yan was telling the truth—if she’d died after he joined the Su family—
What else had Su Zhaofeng hidden from him?
His vision swam.
[Wait, didn’t Su Yu’s mom leave him a letter in the original plot?]
[Yeah, but he wasn’t supposed to get it until after being disowned. Why’s the timeline changed?]
[Su Yan’s acting sus. I don’t trust this vibe.]
[Baby Su Yu, be careful! Your brother’s playing 4D chess here—]
Su Yu didn’t care about Su Yan’s schemes. The Su family had nothing he wanted—except this one tether to his past.
"I’ll come tomorrow," he said flatly.
"Return what’s mine."
Su Yan nodded.
"Of course. It belongs to you."
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