To My Dear Mr. Huo

"I'm sorry." Xiang Caiping sniffed. Pulling out a tissue to wipe away tears: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just—"

"Don't worry, just speak slowly."

It's been so many years anyway, the resentment and anguish in Su Qingsang's heart have almost dissipated.

"At that time your father was going to marry Li Qianxue. I couldn't help it. I was pregnant. I was going to get rid of it. But I didn't want to. Then the doctor said that I was not in good health. If I get rid of it, maybe there will be no more I have a child. I dare not kill it. After you were born, your father has already married Li Qianxue. I feel bitter. Because I was very angry that he married someone else, so I threw the child to him. What I thought was, He was in better condition than me at the time, thinking about the friendship in the past, maybe he will take good care of you."

Su Qingsang didn't speak, but Xiang Caiping was obviously very excited, and she couldn't even speak smoothly in the process of repeating her words.

"Qingsang, I, I'm actually not a mistress. Your father and I met first. Really. But later, he—"

"Why did he marry Li Qianxue?" Although Su Qingsang was not often at the Su family, she had seen many of them since she was a child.

Su Chenghui and Li Qianxue are just a superficial couple. In front of outsiders, she pretends to be respectful and respectful, but her relationship in private is really not good.

Ask her why she knows? She had bumped into it once or twice as a child. Li Qianxue was like a hedgehog when facing Su Chenghui. As for Su Chenghui, he did not have the modest and gentlemanly appearance when facing outsiders at all, but was so indifferent that it was outrageous.

And every time Su Chenghui had a dispute with Li Qianxue, Li Qianxue would look at her a little colder than before.

"It's already like this. When I left, I felt ashamed to see you. But I didn't expect to hear your name on TV last time. I haven't decided whether to go to you or not. I'm on the way Met you."

"Qingsang, I know it may be difficult for you to accept me for a while. Or maybe you think I'm a liar. I'm not a good mother. But I'm really your mother."

After talking to Caiping a lot, Su Qingsang couldn't bear to see her.

He took out a tissue and handed it to her, signaling her not to cry: "Okay, I believe you are my mother."

"Then, then—" Xiang Caiping's gaze suddenly became expectant: "You, you believe me, are you willing to recognize me?"

"Give me some time." Su Qingsang glanced at the watch on her wrist: "I'm going to work. Are you staying in a hotel now or—"

"Hotel. I'm at a hotel near here."

"Do you know the way? Or, you go back to the hotel first? Wait until I get off work. Then talk about it?"

"Okay." Xiang Caiping quickly wiped away her tears, she was crying and laughing, looking very excited.

Su Qingsang felt more and more unbearable. She didn't seem to want to criticize such a person too much.

Instead of insisting on sending Xiang Caiping to the hotel, Su Qingsang went to work first.

She has two surgeries this afternoon. Although it was all a minor operation, it successfully diverted her attention and made her forget about it for the time being.

It wasn't until she was about to leave work that she remembered Xiang Caiping's existence. Still hesitating whether to go to the hotel or not, she saw Xiang Caiping sitting on a bench waiting for her at the entrance of the hospital.

"Qingsang, are you off work?"

Xiang Caiping stood up, her face was a little red, and she didn't know how long she had been waiting.

"You, have been waiting here?"

Third watch. . . .