"Who are you people? What are you doing crowded around here?"
Su Chen had just stepped out the door when he heard a questioning voice from the side. Following the sound, he saw a woman in her forties holding a bowl, looking at them with a puzzled expression.
"We’re..." Su Chen didn’t get to finish before Su Zhuyun, who was right behind him, cut him off.
"Oh, Furong, you’re here! This is my son and his friends!" He then turned to Su Chen and explained, "This is your Auntie Furong, the owner of this guesthouse."
Hearing this, Du Furong glanced at Su Chen and the people with him, her eyes lingering on the burly men in suits. She could tell they were bodyguards.
’What kind of ordinary person travels with bodyguards?’
She never would have thought that the couple, Chen Shufen and her husband, whom she had assumed were just a well-off, middle-class family, would have such an impressive background.
"I’ve made some lotus seed and pork heart soup for Shufen to help calm her nerves. I’ll take it in to her now!" With that, she walked into Chen Shufen’s room under everyone’s watchful gaze.
Su Chen was getting curious. His father and the others had only arrived on the island yesterday, so how had they gotten on such good terms with the guesthouse owner so quickly? ’Could it be... that this Auntie Furong has some history with my old man?’
For a moment, his gaze toward Su Zhuyun was filled with playful teasing.
They say no one knows a son better than his father. Seeing the peculiar look Su Chen shot him, Su Zhuyun knew exactly what he was thinking.
He gave Su Chen a light slap on the back of the head. "You little brat, what kind of nonsense is going through your head?"
"Your Auntie Furong is also from Fuzhou, from the same village as your mom. Over a decade ago, during the Three Gorges relocation, her family lived by the Yangtze River. They moved to the coast after being displaced."
"Back then, she and your mom were incredibly close. To think that after more than ten years apart, they’d run into each other again here... It really is fate!" Su Zhuyun remarked with a sigh.
After arriving at West Island yesterday, they came to this guesthouse they had booked in advance. As soon as they walked in the door, Chen Shufen ran right into Du Furong. It was a true reunion of old friends from the same hometown, their eyes welling up with tears!
The two of them held hands and chatted for two or three hours, as if they had an endless supply of things to talk about.
Su Chen was surprised to hear this. To think that two people who hadn’t seen each other in over a decade would meet again in a place like this—fate truly works in mysterious ways.
It really proved the saying: if two people are fated to be, they can meet even at the ends of the earth. If not, they could live in the same apartment complex and never cross paths.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Su Chen led Su Zhuyun, Sicong, and the others downstairs. Fortunately, the guesthouse had a courtyard with plenty of tables, chairs, and benches for resting.
"Dad, tell me about Mom’s situation. What exactly happened?" Su Chen asked as soon as they sat down.


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