Banana Panic

"Brother, I'll handle things myself." Su Yu cut off Su Yan's words—for the first time in so many years. Su Yan was visibly taken aback, scrutinizing him with a measuring gaze. His lips parted slightly, but in the end, he said nothing more. Su Zhaofeng was furious with his son. With a sharp flick of his sleeve, his tone turned even sterner. "No remorse at all. Your brother is only looking out for you! Don’t come crawling back to me later." His anger triggered a coughing fit. Su Yan quickly steadied him, rubbing his back. "Dad, don’t get worked up. Let’s go sit over there." As they walked away, Su Zhaofeng shot Su Yu a glare, letting out a loud, disdainful  hmph . The confrontation left Su Yu with a headache. Strangely, he felt a wave of relief once they were gone. He instinctively raised a hand to rake through his hair but was stopped by a light grip around his wrist. "Don’t. You’ll mess it up." His hair had been lightly styled with gel to...

Turning his head, Su Yu saw two familiar faces—his closest family. His father, Su Zhaofeng, and his older brother, Su Yan. One of them he had just seen a couple of days ago. The moment Su Zhaofeng spotted him, his stern brows furrowed. Though he kept his voice low in consideration of the banquet’s crowd, his tone was far from pleasant.  "Where the hell have you been these past few days? Not a single word from you. Truly, what a fine son I’ve raised." Su Zhaofeng had dared to freeze his credit cards because he knew Su Yu was nothing without money. He never expected his son to last this long without crawling back to beg for forgiveness. Su Yu merely greeted him. "Dad. Brother." Su Yan, standing before him, seemed to have either forgotten about the unpleasantness in Bocheng the other day—or was deliberately pretending to. He smiled gently, his gaze shifting from Su Yu to the man beside him. His eyes lingered imperceptibly for a second before he spoke warmly, "Litt...

Mia had prepared two suits—one black, one white. Once the two men changed and stood side by side by the car, both wearing stern expressions, they looked like a pair of ominous envoys—one light, one dark. As the assistant, the task of driving naturally fell to Su Yu. He walked to the driver’s side and reached out to open the door, only for a large hand to cover his. Ji Yanli spoke beside his ear, guiding his hand to pull the door open.  “I’ll drive.” Not having to drive was a good thing. Su Yu was happy to take it easy. He pulled his hand out of Ji Yanli’s grip.  “Then I’ll trouble you, President Ji.” “Wife, don’t call me that. I don’t like it…” The moment Ji Yanli opened his mouth, the term slipped out effortlessly. Beside him, Su Yu let out a soft  tsk  at the address. Ji Yanli immediately shut his mouth and bent down to sit in the driver’s seat. The banquet was being held at the Xie family’s mountain estate. The Xie patriarch had recently celebrated a joyous o...

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Su Yu had been a little worried. After all, Ji Yanli had lost his memory, so he probably wouldn’t be as adept at handling company affairs as before. But the reality was—he’d overthought it. No matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, a talented person would always be talented. When Su Yu was called into the office for the fourth time, he finally couldn’t take it anymore: “What the hell is it this time? The first time, your coffee was cold. The second time, your pen ran out of ink. The third time, there was a fly. And now?” He had been working on some data on his computer—something Mia had just handed to him—and was already irritated. Being constantly summoned by Ji Yanli only made his temper flare. His voice rose unconsciously. Ji Yanli didn’t get angry after being yelled at. Instead, he lightly tapped his pen on the desk twice and said, “Wife, I missed you a little.” “Shut up.” Su Yu was startled and quickly turned to confirm the door...

Faced with irrefutable evidence, Su Yu had no defense. Butler Li looked deeply concerned, his voice urgent. "Doctor, do you think the young master's memory loss is related to...  this slap ?" The implication was clear— this was Su Yu's fault. The doctor pondered for a moment. "Not necessarily, but it likely played a role. The fact that he’s calling you 'wife' might also be connected to the trauma of being struck." If time could rewind, Su Yu would’ve rather kicked Ji Yanli than slapped him. Butler Li, on the verge of tears, turned to Su Yu with the look of a betrayed parent confronting their child’s heartless lover. "Young Master Su...  you must take responsibility for our young master. " " What?!  We’re not living in the Qing Dynasty! I  slapped  him, I didn’t  sleep  with him!" Su Yu couldn’t comprehend this logic. His fox-like eyes widened in disbelief, but the old man’s expression was dead serious. It seemed to be a Ji family ...