To My Dear Mr. Huo - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: That’s Right. It’s Her. It Must Be Her.

Liu Tongjia’s face became sour again and Huo Mingguang did not say a word. When Old Master Huo felt tired and went upstairs, the two of them followed.

Su Qingsang was relieved. It was not very comfortable with the elders around, especially Liu Tongjia.

Before she could breathe out, Huo Jinyao had completely come over.

“Sweetheart—”

“What are you doing?” It was getting late, but there were still some servants who had not gone to sleep.

“Nothing. I just want to call you sweetheart.” Huo Jinyao wrapped his arms around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder. “I suddenly found out that my wife is very good,” he said.

“Come on.”

“Really. Very, very good,” Huo Jinyao added. He then leaned over and kissed her on the neck.

“Sweetheart, why are you so adorable?”

“You stop it now.” She would really die of shame if someone saw them now.

“Why? I am praising you, my sweetheart.”

As Huo Jinyao spoke, he simply picked up her body and put it on his lap. “Sweetheart, I have realized something.”

“What?”

“We ran into someone else and I let you avoid it, but you haven’t called me darling yet.”

Su Qingsang blushed again and felt very uncomfortable. She quickly withdrew from Huo Jinyao’s arms.

“It’s late. I’m going to take a shower.” Su Qingsang ran away as fast as a rabbit.

“Don’t you run.” Huo Jinyao got up and ran after her. “Are you going to call me darling or not?”

Su Qingsang ran faster, like she had not heard him. Huo Jinyao went over to catch up. Su Qingsang fled to the back of the room and there was nowhere to run.

Huo Jinyao closed the door with an evil smile. “Sweetheart, you ran here with your own feet. Don’t blame me.”

All the sounds they made were blocked by the heavy wooden door, and could not be heard at all outside.

…

Somewhere else in Rong City

The house had a front yard and a back yard. It was away from the road and very quiet.

The TV was on and a housekeeper brought the dishes to the table. She called into the other room.

“Dinner is ready, Sister Xiang. Time for dinner.”

The housekeeper was from Sichuan and had never lost her Sichuan dialect. No one answered, but the sound of a chair moving across the floor could be heard.

After a while, the person came out for dinner. She was a middle-aged woman of about fifty.

Her grey hair was tied up in a roll at the back of her head. The wrinkles were obvious and a few speckles appeared on her face.

She sat down at the table and the housekeeper sat down at the other side.

The news was on the TV, too. It was the same local station. Both of them usually watched the show.

Sister Xiang was holding a bowl and helping herself with some soup when suddenly she heard the name Su Qingsang. She put the bowl down and stared at the TV screen.

The name “Su Qingsang” appeared several times, but she seemed to hear Lin City only once.

She asked the housekeeper to rewind the show to make sure she had heard it correctly. Soon, the news was played again, and this time she heard it clearly.

Lin City, Su Qingsang.

Her last name is Su, and her first name is Qingsang? That’s right. There can’t be any mistake. It’s her. It must be her.

She remembered the good times she had had with that unfaithful man.

She had said that she had liked the name Qingsang, and if they gave birth to a daughter, she should be called Qingsang. If they had had a son, Qinghe.

Su Qingsang, Su Qingsang. Sister Xiang read through the name twice in her mind.

Her heart suddenly became excited.