Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 30.2

Now, she suddenly felt like an intruder. Like she was barging into someone else’s space, bringing along the very person that someone had loved, just to dig up their most private secrets.

The weight of that made her freeze. She stood stiffly at the door, unmoving.

Shen Jueshu had already stepped inside. When she noticed Sui Yu standing frozen at the threshold, she asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”

Sui Yu rubbed her fingers nervously along the seam of her pants, took a breath, and steadied herself. “Yeah. I’m coming.”

They both walked in. This time, they didn’t speak—just started searching quietly, each on their own. It wasn’t until Shen Jueshu picked up a notebook that Sui Yu’s expression finally changed.

She wanted to stop her, to say something—but for some reason, no sound came out. Her whole body tensed.

She didn’t know whether it was right for Shen Jueshu to read what was in there.

Would the original Sui Yu have wanted her deepest feelings laid bare like this?

Sui Yu stared at her, heart pounding. To her, every movement Shen Jueshu made felt like it was happening in slow motion—frame by frame.

“You don’t want me to read it?” Shen Jueshu asked, noticing her strange reaction.

It was only then that Sui Yu found her voice again. It came out low and dry. “It’s not mine. So I don’t know if it’s okay for you to read it.”

Shen Jueshu was quiet for a moment. Then, her lips curved faintly as she said, “You don’t even keep secrets from me. Why should she?”

With that, she opened the notebook and began to read seriously.

Sui Yu: “…”

Wow. That actually made sense.
Now she just felt like all her hesitation earlier had been ridiculous.

While Shen Jueshu flipped through the notebook, Sui Yu kept rummaging. When she reached the very bottom drawer, she found something unexpected—a laptop, tucked away neatly.

She stared at it in confusion. Why would someone stash a perfectly good laptop here? Was it broken?

But if it was broken, knowing the original’s personality, she would’ve just thrown it out.

Sui Yu pulled the laptop out. Then, when she glanced up, she noticed Shen Jueshu’s face.

How to describe it… Shen Jueshu looked completely unmoved. She was reading someone else’s heartfelt confessions as if they were a grocery list.

Sui Yu couldn’t help but light a candle for the original Sui Yu in her heart. Of all the people you could fall for, why her? Someone this emotionally detached… unless it was the story’s fated Alpha, no one else could really get close to her.

“What does this line mean?” Shen Jueshu suddenly asked, pointing to a sentence: “I know you’re watching.”

Sui Yu leaned over for a look, then shook her head. “I’m confused by that one too.”

The sentence felt so out of place. Who was it written for? Did someone secretly read her diary while she was still writing it?

Or… was that message meant for her—the current Sui Yu?

A chill climbed up her spine at the thought. If that were true, the original Sui Yu was almost terrifying. Did she have the ability to predict the future?

Seeing Sui Yu shake her head, Shen Jueshu kept staring at the line. For some reason, it wouldn’t leave her mind.

Sui Yu didn’t press further. Instead, she tried powering on the laptop, but it wouldn’t start—probably dead from sitting so long. She found a charger and plugged it in.

After a full sweep of the room turned up nothing else, the two of them left the laptop to charge and made their way to Old Master Sui’s room.

Old Master Sui had originally lived on the first floor, but after Sui Yu’s parents had their incident, he moved up to the third floor.

Sui Yu opened the door to his room. Compared to the original Sui Yu’s room, it felt much more lived-in—full of warmth and little signs of daily life.

For some reason, the moment she stepped inside, a wave of sadness swept over her. It hit so hard that her nose began to sting. Her emotions started to unravel, and she couldn’t quite explain why.

“You…” Shen Jueshu glanced at her, as if about to say something, but stopped halfway.

Sui Yu turned her back to her, her voice slightly choked. “I’m sorry… I don’t know why I’m suddenly like this. Don’t mind me—just go ahead and start looking.”

In that moment, Sui Yu even wondered if the original’s consciousness hadn’t fully disappeared. Maybe that lingering presence was affecting her, making her feel this out-of-place grief.

Shen Jueshu looked at her for a long while but said nothing. Eventually, she turned and began searching the room on her own.

Old Master Sui’s bedroom was connected to his study. Everything inside was meticulously organized—files and books arranged by category, making their search easier.

Shen Jueshu went to the study first. Perhaps due to his old-fashioned habits, the room didn’t have a single electronic device—no computer, no tablet. She opened a drawer in the desk and found a stack of documents.

As she flipped through them, she paused on one.

Old Master Sui had considered selling Suihe.

Why?

She frowned, unable to understand. Even under his management a few years ago, Suihe had been thriving. It had strong prospects and clear growth potential. Selling it made no sense—certainly not from a business standpoint.

In the end, he hadn’t gone through with it. But why he even considered it… she couldn’t say.

Continuing her search, she came across a notebook—one that looked remarkably similar to the one found in Sui Yu’s old room.

“Come here. Let’s look at this together,” Shen Jueshu said, raising the notebook slightly.

Sui Yu took a deep breath and wiped her nose, collecting herself. She really didn’t like this feeling of being randomly overwhelmed.

She walked over to her and, upon seeing the notebook in her hands, couldn’t help but joke internally: No wonder they’re grandfather and granddaughter. Even their stationery tastes are the same.

As Shen Jueshu opened the cover, three bold characters appeared on the first page:
For Yu’er.

Seeing those words, Shen Jueshu glanced at her before handing her the notebook.

Sui Yu frowned. “…But I’m not the real Yu’er.”

“Still,” Shen Jueshu said calmly, “you are Yu’er.”

Sui Yu: “…”
She couldn’t help but let out a short laugh, a little exasperated. What kind of twisted logic is that?

But Shen Jueshu, watching her smile again, felt a hint of something stir in her heart. Sui Yu really did look so much better smiling than she had earlier, nearly in tears.

Sui Yu took the notebook and started reading. But after just one glance, she nearly exploded in frustration.

Yu’er:

If you’re reading this, then you must be starting to suspect something—trying to uncover the truth. But Yu’er, listen to your grandfather: sometimes, the best way to live is to stay blissfully unaware.

Not knowing everything… can actually bring peace.

Don’t keep digging. Just live your life. Live for yourself. Live freely. Even if that means being selfish, I won’t blame you.

I only hope that your life doesn’t end up like your mothers’.

As long as you stop searching for the truth, I’ll support you no matter what path you choose.

My only wish is for you to live without burdens.

That was it. The thick notebook… only contained those few lines.

Sui Yu’s expression turned heavy. What exactly happened in this family? What kind of secret had to be hidden so deeply, that even now no one dared to speak of it?

Beside her, Shen Jueshu had also finished reading. Her brows knitted in thought.

In her memory, Old Master Sui had been a powerful figure in his youth—a leader in Linhai, a man of strength and presence. Yet through these words, all she felt now was a sense of helplessness.

What kind of secret could make someone like that feel powerless?

And aside from this letter, no matter how thoroughly they searched the room, there was nothing else of value.

Of course, given his desire for Sui Yu to stop digging, it made sense. Why would he leave anything behind?

There was something unsettling about this entire household.

Sui Yu sighed and carefully closed the notebook, placing it back in its original spot.

“He didn’t want the original me to get involved,” she said quietly. “But… it looks like she already was.”

And now, even I, someone from another world, am caught in it too.

Shen Jueshu didn’t respond. She stood in the quiet, watching the dimly lit room, and felt an uncomfortable sensation—like something was slipping out of her control.

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