Su Qing avoided Qiao Mohan's gaze as if she was too embarrassed to see anyone. She only raised her head after Qiao Mohan left.
"Mommy, drink the porridge quickly, it's getting cold..." Little Mu'er smiled and sat aside, supporting her head with her little hands to remind her.
Compared with Su Qing's embarrassed and annoyed expression, the smile on Xiao Mu'er's face was like a blooming flower.
That’s great… hehehe… Daddy and Mommy are so in love!
Little Mu'er had no idea of the truth and smiled innocently.
But the more innocent she smiled, the deeper the guilt Su Qing felt...
Because of this guilt, Su Qing became more accommodating to Xiao Muer.
After dinner, I played with her. When she was tired of playing, I held her and sat on the carpet in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window. I took a book and told her stories in my arms very leisurely.
Large patches of sunlight shine in from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
It scattered on Su Qing and Xiao Mu'er, making them feel warm.
Little Mu'er fell asleep while listening to the story. Su Qing lowered her eyes, listened to her daughter's even breathing, and a smile gradually appeared at the corners of her lips.
She carried Mu'er back to her room and put her in her own princess bed.
After settling little Mu'er down, he tiptoed out.
The moment the bedroom door was closed, the warm eyes that had accompanied Mu'er gradually regained clarity.
"Young Madam..." A subtle call came from not far behind.
Su Qing turned around and saw the old maid Aunt Zhang standing in the corner of the corridor.
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Su Qing took Aunt Zhang back to the room where she stayed last night.
The bedroom, which had been filled with an ambiguous atmosphere when she woke up and left in the morning, had been completely cleaned up.
Su Qing casually threw the marriage certificate that Qiao Mohan gave her on the table.
When Qiao Mohan left, he took one book with him and stuffed the other one directly into her hands.
"Young Madam..." Aunt Zhang followed her into the room and didn't say anything until she saw that Su Qing didn't speak in a hurry. Then she couldn't help but call Su Qing again.
"Aunt Zhang... you don't need to call me Young Madam. Qiao Mohan doesn't like me at all now, and I'm not Young Madam at all. You... you are an elder of the Qiao family, you should know about the past between Qiao Mohan and me, just call me Su Qing."
"No, the young lady is the young lady. Even if the young master is like this now, in the eyes of us old people who follow the young master, you will always be the young lady."
Aunt Zhang shook her head, very stubborn, and was unwilling to change her words.
Not only that, she also heard a clue from Su Qing's words: "Young Madam... Do you already know that the young master has lost his memory of the past?"
Aunt Zhang was nervous. When she first saw Su Qing, she thought Young Master Qiao had recovered his memory.
But after further consideration, I realized that it was not the case.
She didn't know how much Su Qing knew, but whenever possible, she wanted to bring Su Qing and the young master together.
"I know. Our mutual friend has told me." Su Qing nodded, but her eyes were a little empty. "But it's useless even if I know. He has no memory of the past, has forgotten me, and doesn't love me... He even hates me now..."
"How can I hate you? The young master loves you so much. Even if he has no memories, he only loves you! Madam, don't blame me for crossing the line... But, but this morning when I saw the sheets in the laundry, I knew how intense it was between you and the young master last night... The young master loves you. You are the only person he loves..."
Aunt Zhang looked around to make sure the door was closed, then she lowered her voice and leaned over to say, "Madam, I'll tell you a secret... Ever since you left, the young master has not..."
Next chapter before 19:00 (to be continued)