Chapter 470: 472 Impatient people can’t eat hot tofu (7)_1
As time passed, and I grew older, that unfulfilled wish began to shatter gradually, like bubbles under the sunlight, breaking at a touch—
Wen Ru looked at Che Huan, thinking if she let her know that her biological father did not want her anymore, it would only bring more sorrow. It was better not to tell her.
With that thought, she spoke with a sorrowful expression, "Huanhuan, you are not illegitimate. Your dad had an accident the year you were born."
Che Huan responded and looked at Wen Ru without continuing the topic.
If Dad really had an accident, then what role did Qin Moting play in it?
Clearly, there was too much her mother did not want her to know.
Thinking back to the night before, lying there waiting for Huo Jinnan, idly flipping through her mother’s belongings in the suitcase out of boredom, she saw an old photo album. Inside were numerous photos of her, with every page showing her as a child. Almost all were side profiles with no full faces, some showed her having fallen over, crying, or sitting alone under the big tree by the door, lost in thought...
On the last page, written in small letters: Huanhuan, I’m sorry, mom actually loves you.
The last few words were blurred, obviously by tears—
At this thought, she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe.
After viewing the album that day, she had suddenly understood her mother’s years of pretense and cold armor, all fragile to the touch, easily shattered. But back then, she was too naive to understand anything—
She couldn’t grasp the helplessness and pain in her mother’s eyes.
What had she gone through to be so careful and guarded?
Wen Ru, noticing that Che Huan was staring at her, with her eyes gradually moistening, asked, "Huanhuan, what’s wrong?"
"An eyelash got in my eye."
Che Huan gave a smile, looked at Wen Ru, and for the first time believed that what the eyes see is not always the truth.
Wen Ru smiled, "Come here, let mom help you blow it away."
Che Huan moved closer, quietly feeling the warmth of her mother, a gentle heat spreading through her entire being.
Wen Ru looked for a while but couldn’t find anything. "Does it still hurt?"
Che Huan nodded, "It’s still irritating my eye."
Wen Ru truly blew gently, her movements very tender.
Che Huan closed her eyes, feeling the motherly love she had missed for so many years. She truly wished it would always be like this—having her mom, him, and Xiaowei—
————Yunqi Academy————
That evening, after returning to Nanyuan Villa and having dinner, Che Huan sat on the sofa watching some wildly imaginative American shows with the little guy.
She kept glancing at the clock on her phone, somewhat distracted.
The little guy pursed his lips and looked at Che Huan, "Huanhuan, are you worried about Huo Jinnan?"
Che Huan laughed and pinched the little guy’s round face, giving it a kiss, "You can tell?"
The little guy scornfully glanced at Che Huan, "It’s written all over your forehead. I’m not blind, how could I not see it?"
Pausing for a moment, he looked out the window—the sky was so late. Why wasn’t he back yet? Really, making Huanhuan worry.
Frowning, the little guy turned to Che Huan, "Has he been coming back very late these past few days?"
Che Huan murmured a "mm-hmm."
The little guy sat there, silent for a long time. Then, looking at Che Huan, he said, "If you miss him, just call him. Huo Jinnan looks awkward, but actually, he’s alright."
Looking at him speaking like an adult, Che Huan couldn’t help but smile. Was the little guy finally getting it, no longer competing with Huo Xiaoer? Before, he was always giving her advice.
The little guy, noticing Che Huan staring at him, blushed and turned his head, pretending to continue watching the American show.
Che Huan kissed his ear, just about to speak when her phone rang. Seeing that it was Huo Bei’s number, she pressed the button lightly. The moment she answered, a noisy sound came from the other side, and Huo Bei’s voice was mixed in, very unclear, "Sir, there’s been a bit of trouble here..."
