To My Dear Mr. Huo - Chapter 273
Chapter 273: You Dirty Girl
Su Qingsang slept uneasily. She had been dreaming all night about childhood things.
She could not remember exactly how old she was when she had envied Su Peizhen getting to call Li Qianxue “mom.”
One day, when Li Qianxue was sitting on the sofa, Su QIngsang had walked over to her on her short legs and called her “Mother.” It was like a bomb had gone off. Li Qianxue, who had been resting, suddenly widened her half-closed eyes.
The fierce eyes swept across Su Qingsang’s face, impolitely. “Who is your mother? Why are you calling me mother?”
Su Qingsang had never seen Li Qianxue like that. For a moment, she was frightened and did not dare to move.
Just then, Su Peizhen came in, having heard everything. She rushed to Su Qingsang and gave her a hard push.
“Get lost, you dirty girl. This is my mother, not yours.”
Su Qingsang was pushed to the ground, but Su Peizhen still thought she needed to be hurt worse. She came forward and stared at her cockily.
“You are nothing, but an unwanted child and my mother let you stay here only out of pity. You’d better know your place. This is my mother, not yours.”
Su Qingsang was scared as she watched the mother and daughter go away. She had never said the word mother after that.
Later, after Su Yuxin was born, Li Qianxue and her children often sat in the garden in their spare time. Su Peizhen read a book next to Li Qianxue who lulled Su Yuxin.
The scene was as beautiful as a picture, but she was not in it.
The longing for her mother she had had when she was a child had faded away when she realized she could not fit into that picture.
“Qingsang? Qingsang?”
Huo Jinyao woke up in the middle of his sleep when he realized the person next to him was not sleeping well. He turned on the bedside lamp, only to find Su Qingsang in tears.
How could he sleep after that? He woke up immediately and said, “Qingsang, wake up.”
Su Qingsang slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she thought she was in a dream, looking at Huo Jinyao blankly.
“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”
Huo Jinyao had seldom seen Su Qingsang shed tears since they had been together. Once, she had cried for Zhang Mei. It was the first time that she had shed tears in her sleep though
Su Qingsang woke up slowly as she saw Huo Jinyao’s eyes.
She blinked and shook her head. “I’m fine. Just a dream.”
“What dream?” Asked Huo Jinyao. She didn’t answer, and Huo Jinyao hugged her waist tightly. He said, “Dreams are not real. Don’t take it seriously.”
Su Qingsang cuddled up against his chest, thinking of her dream, and laughed lightly. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”
Huo Jinyao understood that she did not want to tell him. He kissed her on the cheek and said, “Then sleep. It is still early.”
“Yeah.” Su Qingsang turned over and picked a comfortable position in his arms. She closed her eyes.
Huo Jinyao thought she was falling asleep when he suddenly heard her voice.
“Actually, it would not be bad if she was really my mother. It’d be good.
“I’ve wanted a mother for a long time.
“Huo Jinyao, I believe—”
Other words failed her. Huo Jinyao, however, knew what she was going to say.
Looking at her sleeping face, he felt sorry for the poor girl. He tightened the hand on her waist a little and, leaning forward, he gave her a kiss on the lips.
Su Qingsang, half asleep, frowned again as he kissed her, but only for a moment. She turned over to continue to sleep.
She had become accustomed to his arms and would not easily wake up. Huo Jinyao’s heart melted into a pool of water.
He kissed the top of her head again and then fell asleep with her in his arms.
