To My Dear Mr. Huo

Seeing Huo Jinyao taking care of her daughter like this, Xiang Caiping felt very relieved.

She sat down on the sofa opposite Huo Jinyao and Su Qingsang. She was sitting upright, with her hands on her knees, for a moment Su Qingsang thought she saw an ancient man.

"Ah, Auntie, you don't have to be so polite."

She saw that Xiang Caiping's face was a little pale because she called her "auntie", but Su Qingsang couldn't say it if she called her mother.

Huo Jinyao went to pull Su Qingsang's hand, but Su Qingsang glared at him. But he stubbornly held on to Su Qingsang's hand.

When Su Qingsang was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly looked at Xiang Caiping: "Auntie, may I ask why it took you so long to recognize Qingsang?"

Su Qingsang asked this question just now, but Huo Jinyao's tone and expression were completely different this time.

He was full of momentum and his eyes were sharp. Although he didn't say it clearly, the protection for Su Qingsang was clearly visible in his eyes.

Su Qingsang forgot to take her hand back, and Xiang Caiping didn't expect Huo Jinyao to have such a stern attitude, but she still tried her best to explain.

"I, I feel sorry for her, and I don't want to disturb her life."

"Then why are you bothering me now?" Huo Jinyao put his hand on Su Qingsang's shoulder, and held Su Qingsang's hand tightly with one hand.

"The last time I heard Qingsang's name on TV, I wanted to meet her." Xiang Caiping looked at Su Qingsang with an eager expression, "I want to meet her, and to know if she is okay. I want to— "

"You've seen it now. And then?"

Huo Jinyao interrupted her unceremoniously. Su Qingsang was a little surprised by his sharp attitude, but he didn't make a sound to stop him.

"I—" Xiang Caiping's lips trembled a little. She really wanted to see if her daughter was doing well, so she left just to see.

But after really getting along for such a while, she began to feel that it was not enough.

She wanted to make up, wanted to spend more time with her daughter, and wanted to give Su Qingsang the maternal love of the past twenty years. Maybe Su Qingsang doesn't need it anymore, but she wants to give it.

If she didn't speak, Huo Jinyao could see what Xiang Caiping meant. His expression remained unchanged: "Auntie, please forgive me for saying a bad word. You may be thinking beautifully, but have you ever thought about Qingsang?"

"I--"

"Qingsang was living a good life. We were also very happy if you didn't show up. But your sudden appearance now undoubtedly reminds Qingsang that she is an illegitimate daughter, the child of a third-year-old. Isn't it?"

"I don't, I don't." Xiang Caiping was anxious, and looked at Su Qingsang with eagerness. For a moment, he didn't think about the meaning of the word "illegitimate daughter" in Huo Jinyao's words.

"I'm not mistress. Qingsang, you believe me. I'm really not mistress. Me, I met dad earlier. Li Qianxue came later. We—"

Xiang Caiping was incoherent, and she tried hard to explain clearly. But I don't know where to start. The story was too long, so long that she felt that she couldn't tell it clearly in a few words.

Silence, Su Qingsang was really curious about what happened back then. But what Huo Jinyao said was indeed reasonable.

"Auntie." Huo Jinyao interrupted Xiang Caiping. What happened back then is not important at all, what is important is the grievances Su Qingsang has suffered over the years, the pain he has endured because of the word "illegitimate daughter".

Su Qingsang could forget it, but Huo Jinyao didn't want to just forget it.

Second watch.