My wife is too strong, Mr. Chu can't stand it

Su Jin didn't rush to look at the information, but asked Chu Heng, "Why do you think I am him? I told you, I was seventeen when I died, it couldn't be him."

Chu Heng lowered his eyes for a moment, then raised them again and said seriously, "But the artifacts you took away were all antiques from the imperial period. Experts have confirmed that more than half of them were Ye Jin's burial objects, double coffins."

Su Jin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he exerted force on the hand holding the teacup. There was a sound of breaking, and the teacup broke in his hand. The tea fell all over his hands and also dripped onto the table.

Chu Heng watched, stood up without saying a word, took a towel to wipe his hands, walked around the tea table to Su Jin's side, took the hand and wiped it clean, and quietly cleaned up the mess on the table.

Su Jin didn't move. He just sat there, thinking about the history that Chu Heng had told him. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember anything.

He had no impression of either Ye Jin or Bei Yu. There was only the blurry figure in front of him and the familiar voice calling out.

"Chang Ye."

Chang Ye, could he really be the Ye Jin from Dynasty?

Su Jin didn't know, so he could only dispel the sudden anger in his heart, lowered his head and picked up the list of soldiers in the Northern Territory for the past three years.

There were quite a few people, perhaps because the battle was of great importance to the dynasty, the dynasty recorded the battle in great detail, and the soldiers who made contributions were also recorded.

Su Jin scanned the list one by one, but didn't feel familiar at all. He couldn't find a name that could capture his heart, even just a little bit.

Su Jin helplessly put the list down and raised his hand to support his forehead. He seemed to really couldn't find it.

Chu Heng looked at him and didn't know what to say. He could only pour another cup of hot tea for Su Jin. "Maybe I guessed wrong. You can find it if you keep looking."

Su Jin didn't touch the tea. After taking a few deep breaths, she looked up at him and asked, "Where is Ye Jin's grave?"

"It's ruined."

"What about the corpse?"

"There are no remains." Chu Heng frowned. "I don't know the details, but I heard reports that the imperial tomb of the dynasty sank."

Su Jin frowned, "What do you mean by sinking?"

"It sank." Chu Heng recalled, "It was before the Anti-Japanese War. The invaders broke in, destroyed the imperial mausoleum, and stole many cultural relics. When they wanted to dig further, the entire mausoleum sank. The cultural relics you took away were all they dug out."

"Then how do you know it's a double coffin?"

"The report said that Ye Jin and Ye Yu were buried together, so it was a double coffin." Chu Heng took out his phone, found the report from that year, and clicked on the photo to show Su Jin. "Someone took a photo at the time, but it was taken many years ago and underground in poor lighting. The double coffin is obviously larger than normal."

Su Jin took it and looked at it. It was dark and only had a vague outline, but it was indeed much larger than a normal coffin.

Chu Heng continued, "After the situation stabilized, an archaeological team wanted to excavate it. However, it was very strange. People could go down and come back, but they were all in a daze and had no memory of what happened. After about two or three years, no one thought of excavating the imperial tomb anymore, and the imperial tomb of the dynasty became one of the five major ancient tombs."

That means there are no clues. Su Jin threw the phone back in boredom, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, feeling very annoyed.

If Ye Jin's body could be found, Su Jin would be able to confirm whether he was Ye Jin, but he really didn't have the mind to do that now.

He was afraid of being disappointed, and also afraid that he would feel even more powerless after finding it.

He can't change anything about what has passed, and there is no way to change it.

Su Jin let out a long breath, and all his courage and hope disappeared at this moment.

He dropped the remaining documents and no longer had the courage to look for them. He stood up and left the study, leaning on the table.

Chu Heng didn't chase after her, but just took the information and read it over and over again. Although he didn't know why, he had a hunch that Su Jin was Ye Jin.

But more than two thousand years had passed and he had no way to verify it. The key point was that Su Jin couldn't remember anything.

Perhaps Su Jin said these words last night just to find a way to find that person, but does Su Jin still have the courage now?

Chu Heng wasn't sure, but his intuition told him that he should not offend Su Jin recently. He was afraid that Su Jin would beat him up if she was unhappy.

After putting away the documents, Chu Heng made a phone call. He still wanted to find a historian who studied dynasties to learn more about the dynasty that Ye Jin lived in. Maybe it would be useful in the future.

Su Jin certainly didn't have that idea. He went back to his room, took a shower, and lay down. His finger, which was about to press the play button, paused because he wanted to see that person again.

But without music, Su Jin failed to see the man in her dream that night as she wished, and could only get up disappointed.

Chu Heng was still busy at the company, and Su Jin had nothing to do after dinner until Zhou Huihui and Zhao Anhui arrived at the villa on time at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Before starting the live broadcast, Zhou Huihui asked him, "Mr. Su, do you want to be indoors or outdoors?"

Su Jin glanced at the bright sun outside, then looked at Zhou Huihui and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhou Huihui smiled awkwardly, handed the live broadcast phone to Zhao Anhui, asked him to get ready, and took out her own phone. As an operator, she needed to enter the live broadcast room to manage and control the comments.

Zhou Huihui said, "I need to ask you a few questions about weight loss methods before the live broadcast begins. Is that okay?"

Su Jin lazily held his chin in his hand and said, "I'm not in a good mood today, so you'd better not ask."

Zhou Huihui's heart was racing, but she kept a smile on her face. "Okay, then Mr. Su, just like usual, we'll just try it for an hour today."

Zhou Huihui prepared herself mentally, and when she saw that Su Jin had no objection, she asked Zhao Anhui to start the live broadcast, and she also entered the live broadcast room.

She still didn't know what Su Jin's temper was like, so she didn't plan to attract traffic, which would be counterproductive. She just watched quietly in the live broadcast room, observing Su Jin from time to time.

But Su Jin was really casual. He just sat there without moving, tapping his phone from time to time, and no one knew what he was looking at.

It was so quiet. There were three people in the living room, but there was no sound at all.

Zhou Huihui wanted to try to communicate with Su Jin. If this was really the case, the live broadcast would definitely not be successful. However, seeing Su Jin's look as if he didn't want to bother with her, she gave up.

This silence lasted for more than ten minutes. A servant came over with a cup of afternoon tea. Looking at the live broadcast phone and Su Jin lazily sitting on the sofa, she hesitantly asked, "Mr. Su, the old man and Grandma Su are resting in the garden. They asked us to prepare afternoon tea."

Su Jin looked up and saw fresh watermelon juice, a plate of cut fruits, and an exquisite little cake.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Bring it here."

After receiving the accurate response, the servant immediately came over and placed the cake on the coffee table in front of Su Jin, and specifically said, "The cake is low in sugar, sir, enjoy it slowly."

Su Jin hummed without any emotion, picked up the watermelon juice and took a sip. There was no ice in it, but the watermelon was taken out of the refrigerator and was very refreshing.

The taste was not bad. Su Jin changed his posture and continued to browse his phone without even glancing at the camera.

Xiao Jin looked at the live broadcast room for a while, and then drifted to Su Jin's side for a while. Looking at the empty live broadcast room and the two silent people, Xiao Jin finally couldn't help but speak, "Is it really okay to do nothing like this? No one is watching."

Su Jin didn't care at all. He was just doing a live broadcast to record his face. He didn't care whether others saw it or not. As long as he was happy, that was all that mattered.

Xiao Jin didn't expect Su Jin to answer him. After all, he was a ghost now, and Su Jin would never answer him in front of others.

Helplessly, Xiao Jin walked around a few times and left, going outside to see how the house was built. That was Su Qingyu's future home.

Compared to the boredom here at Su Jin's place, Su Qingyu's place was much more lively. Yesterday afternoon, Chu Yan'an asked someone to come and clear out a piece of grass. After a short rest, Su Qingyu and Chu Yan'an were making nests. Even Huang Ze, who was over a hundred years old, was throwing seeds into it.

Xiao Jin felt that Su Jin's live broadcast was not as interesting as farming. The two old men and the old woman were chatting lively, and there was a centenarian old man who couldn't get a word in and was muttering angrily.

Chu Heng was equally helpless. He had found time to watch the live broadcast, but for over ten minutes Su Jin was just browsing her phone and eating fruit without saying a word. If things continued like this...

Chu Heng shook his head helplessly. He still had to think of other ways. But he couldn't pull his hands away now, so he just let it go for now.