Su Qingsang actually had a somewhat restless sleep this time. She had been dreaming all night. The dreams are all about my childhood.
She couldn't remember exactly how old she was, but she was very envious when she saw Su Peizhen calling Li Qianxue's mother.
So one day, when she saw Li Qianxue sitting on the sofa, she walked forward with her short legs and called her: "Mom."
But this sound was like a bomb, and Li Qianxue, who was resting with his eyes half closed, suddenly widened his eyes.
That sharp gaze swept across her face unceremoniously: "Who is your mother? Who do you call mother?"
Su Qingsang had never seen Li Qianxue like that before, and was frightened for a moment, shrinking her body and not daring to move.
At this moment, Su Pei really came in. She heard it and rushed over to her with a heavy hand and pushed her away.
"Get lost, you bitch. This is my mother, not your mother."
Su Qingsang was pushed to the ground. Su Peizhen still felt that it was not enough, so he took two steps forward and stared at her arrogantly.
"You are just an illegitimate daughter that no one wants. My mother sees you as pitiful and lets you stay at home. You'd better recognize your identity. This is my mother, not your mother."
Su Qingsang was frightened and watched the mother and daughter walk away. She never called her mother again.
Later, Su Yuxin was born, and Li Qianxue, mother and son often sat in the garden in their free time. Su Peizhen held the book and read aside, while Li Qianxue coaxed Su Yuxin.
The scene was as beautiful as a painting, but she was not the person in the painting.
The little longing she had for her mother when she was a child slowly disappeared because she could not be integrated into the painting.
"Wife? Wife?"
Huo Jinyao woke up halfway through his sleep. The people around him seemed to be sleeping uneasily. He turned on the bedside lamp and was surprised to find that Su Qingsang was crying.
How could he still sleep? He woke up immediately: "Wife? Wake up."
Su Qingsang slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she thought she was in a dream, staring at Huo Jinyao in a daze.
"Wife, what's wrong with you?"
Huo Jinyao had been with Su Qingsang for so long, and he had almost never seen her shed tears. Not counting Zhang Mei's incident last time, this was the first time she cried while sleeping like this.
Su Qingsang met Huo Jinyao's eyes and slowly woke up.
She blinked and shook her head: "I'm fine, I was just dreaming."
"What dream?" Huo Jinyao asked, but when she didn't say anything, he hugged her waist tightly: "Dreams are all fake. Don't take it to heart."
Su Qingsang leaned against his chest, thinking about her dream, and chuckled: "Forget it. It's not worth taking it to heart."
Huo Jinyao knew that she didn't want to say anything, so he pecked her on the face: "Then go to bed, it's still early."
"Yes." Su Qingsang turned over, found a comfortable position in his arms and closed her eyes.
Just when Huo Jinyao thought she was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard Su Qingsang's voice, which was very soft.
"Actually, it's good that she's my mother. It's really good."
"I want to have a mother. I've been thinking about it for a long time."
"Huo Jinyao, can I believe—"
She didn't say any more, but Huo Jinyao knew what she meant.
Looking at her sleeping face, a faint pain filled my heart. The hand on her waist tightened a little, and he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
Su Qingsang was drowsy and almost fell asleep. After receiving such a kiss from him, she frowned again. But only once, turned over and continued to sleep.
She had become accustomed to his embrace and would not wake up easily. Huo Jinyao's heart softened into a puddle.
He kissed the top of her hair again and then fell asleep holding her in his arms.
One update.
(End of chapter)