âIt was your fault to begin with. Could It Be My Fault?â
âYes, yes, yes. My wife naturally wonât be wrong.â
Su Chenghui coaxed Li Qianxue. Li Qianxue didnât even look at him and directly returned to the ward. Su Peizhenâs mood seemed to have calmed down. She half-leaned on the hospital bed, and no one knew what she was thinking.
She didnât speak, and Li Qianxue wasnât in a hurry either. She just poured her a glass of water.
âThank you.âSu Peizhen took the water and habitually wanted to call her mother, but she held back.
She didnât speak, and Li Qianxue didnât speak either. The mother and daughter who were once relatives were now looking at each other in silence.
After Su Peizhen finished drinking the water, she wanted to put down the glass. However, Li Qianxue took the initiative to take it and put it aside.
Her actions made Su Peizhenâs nose ache again. When had Li Qianxue ever taken care of someone before?
But in the past, whenever she felt uncomfortable, the person who took care of her was always Li Qianxue. When it came to her matters, Li Qianxue never put her hands on others.
The tip of her nose began to ache again. She didnât expect that she would subconsciously call Li Qianxue. But now that she had made the call, things had already happened.
It was obviously too late for her to take back the call. The reunion that she had always imagined was the hope that after she had a good life and had completely let go of it, she would see the people who existed in her memories again.
Not like now, when she was caught off guard, and when she was at her most miserable.
She bit her lip, feeling very complicated. There was always a kind of child who ran away from home and wanted to make a name for herself in front of adults, but she did not expect to be down and out.
Li Qianxue looked at her like that and reached out to take her hand.
âIf you donât tell me who the man is, I wonât ask. You are old, take care of yourself. If you feel uncomfortable staying in Rongcheng, go back to Lin City.â
Her voice paused for a moment. âYouâve always kept your room at home. Mother Zhang cleans it every day. I meant what I said. No matter what, youâre still the daughter of the Su family.â
This was already an admission. No matter what, as long as Su Peizhen wanted to, she could go home at any time.
Su Peizhenâs lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and in the end, she nodded hard.
She didnât know what she could say. Back then, when Li Qianxue was so angry, she thought that she would never forgive her for the rest of her life.
âAunty, i ââher throat was a little choked up. She only felt that it was very difficult.
Her hand was tightly held by Li Qianxue again. She gently patted the back of her hand.
âWhat a silly child.â
Li Qianxue looked at Su Peizhen. There was heartache, Heartache, and many other emotions that she couldnât describe.
She once thought that she would be angry for the rest of her life, but in reality, she was really not angry with Su Peizhen.
When she broke off her relationship with Su Peizhen in the newspaper, she was also angry for a moment. But in the end, she was the one who raised the child.
At that time, she was only focused on venting her anger on Su Chenghui and ignored Su Peizhenâs feelings. The child had gone astray. It was her fault for not educating him well.
âPeizhen, Iâm sorry.â
This sudden apology made Su Peizhen stunned for a moment. Li Qianxue curled her lips, and there was some sadness in her eyes.
âI was too angry with your father at that time. It was my fault for not taking care of your feelings.â
â...âLi Qianxueâs words made Su Peizhen not know how to respond. She looked at her blankly. Li Qianxue reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear.
âYouâre the child I raised. I should have trusted you. I didnât take good care of you. I didnât care about you. Thatâs why you went astray.â
Su Peizhen bit her lip and shook her head desperately. It wasnât like that. It really wasnât like that.
Just like what Su Qingsang said, she was just selfish and narrow-minded. She wasnât willing to share.
âIf you donât want to Call Me Mom, Iâll accept it. But next time, donât scare me like this again.â
Li Qianxue couldnât deny it. The moment she received Su Peizhenâs call, she was shocked at first, but later, her heart ached.
Her daughter, who had been raised by her parents, had never been tortured like this and cried out in pain, even though she had broken off her relationship with Su Peizhen?
Not to mention that Su Peizhen was very strong by nature. When she was young, she never cried when she caught a cold or had a fever or had injections. She was proud and flamboyant, and she wouldnât easily let her discomfort show in front of others.
At that time, when she picked up the phone, she really did not care about anything else. She booked the nearest plane ticket and flew over.
She was also glad that she came. Otherwise, she did not know what would happen to Su Peizhen. This child was very stubborn. She probably did not want Xiang caiping to know.
Su Peizhen kept shaking her head. She wanted to say no. She did not scream because she was not sure if she still had the qualifications, but she could not say those words.
Her throat felt like it was blocked. She could only look at Li Qianxue with tears in her eyes.
She wanted to call out to Li Qianxue, but su chenghui came back with the porridge that he specially bought.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHave some porridge. Youâre still very weak. After youâre done, have a good rest. If thereâs anything else, weâll talk again when youâre better.â
Su Peizhen couldnât say a word except to nod. She looked at Li Qianxueâs beautiful face and wanted to call her mother, but she couldnât.
Su Peizhen was still running a fever. After eating the porridge su Chenghui sent over, she fell asleep again in a daze.
When she was half asleep and half awake, she felt that someone was coming. When she opened her eyes, she realized that it was Su Qingsang who had come to see her.
Huo Jinyao stood outside the door with a cold face and didnât come in. Huo Jinyao couldnât let go of everything that Su Peizhen had done to Su Qingsang.
Su Qingsang could let go, but he could not. However, Su Qingsang wanted to visit her, so he could only let her go. It was impossible for him to let go and forgive or even accept Su Peizhen.
Su Chenghui knew what Huo Jinyao was thinking, so he called him outside.
He did not know what he said, but when he came back, Huo Jinyaoâs face looked a little better.
Huo Jinyao and his wife left, and Li Qianxue returned to the bedside and sat down, reaching out to hold Su Peizhenâs hand.
âQingsang is a good child. You should know a little about her personality. âIf anything happens next time, if Iâm not in Rongcheng, go look for Qingsang and Huo Jinyao. Even if weâre not here, heâll help you.â
Su Peizhen did not speak. Some things could not be helped by others.
How could others help with matters of love? She could only blame herself for being blind.
Thinking of Ling Jing, Su Peizhenâs heart ached again.
Ling Jing, Ling Jing. These two words had become a knife. As long as it was mentioned, it would hurt.
Li Qianxue couldnât bear to see her like this. Her thoughts flowed, and many things she wanted to say turned into a sigh in the end.
The mother and daughter couldnât go back to the past in the end.
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Ling Jing sat behind his desk. There was a pile of documents in front of him waiting to be resolved, but he only felt annoyed.
He did not want to deal with these official matters at all. He did not want to sit here at all.
He resisted the urge to sweep all the things on the desk to the ground. He got up and walked to the window.
There was a fire in his heart, but it did not go out because of the venting in Rongyuan. Instead, the fire burned brighter and brighter.