A small group of tenants—stern-faced and suspicious—approached her room that evening. They knocked, their expressions hard.
One man, a tall, broad-shouldered tenant named Gao Ming, spoke first.
"Is it true? Are you connected to Boss Su?"
Su Yun tilted her head, a coy smile playing on her lips.
"I never said that directly," she replied, her voice soft and mysterious. "But... people do talk."
Her nonchalant response only fueled their imagination. They exchanged glances, reading into her every word.
By the next day, the rumor had taken on a life of its own.
Tenants who had once ignored Su Yun now stopped her in the halls, offering polite smiles and nods.
A group of them approached her in the communal courtyard.
"Miss Su Yun," one woman said, her voice dripping with respect, "please convey our gratitude to Boss Su. We know how hard it must be for you... carrying such a burden."