To My Dear Mr. Huo

Chapter 282: Was There Anything Hidden?

“No,” answered Su Qingsang. “After I married Jinyao, I moved out. Both of us have been busy with our work, so we don’t often have time to go there.”

In fact, Su Chenghui didn’t want to see them, did he? Su Qingsang would not say that, though. “Last time I saw dad was at a banquet held by Huo Jinyao’s company. He looked fine.”

“Then he, and...” Xiang Caiping paused for a moment, suddenly feeling her question seemed inappropriate.

“He and Aunt, I mean Li Qianxue, are not very good.” Su Qingsang knew there was no point in lying about such things.

Maybe Xiang Caiping wanted to hear this. “Seemingly, they are a model couple of the business circle of Lin City, respecting each other. I don’t think they are good though,” said Su Qingsang.

“Aren’t they?” Xiang Caiping went silent and seemed to be thinking of something else.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Su Qingsang didn’t know what to say. She was too young to meddle in the matters of elders.

To ease the embarrassment, Su Qingsang decided to change the subject.

“Do you want to see his pictures?”

“You have some?”

“Of course.”

Actually, there was no picture of Su Chenghui in Su Qingsang’s mobile phone. She had friended Su Yuxin’s QQ a while ago, who had posted a lot of pictures in his Qzone.

Xiang Caiping’s eye shone for a moment. She still wanted to see Su Chenghui after so many years of separation.

Su Qingsang clicked on her mobile phone to open Su Yuxin’s Qzone, where he had an album available to family members.

There were pictures of all the members of the Su Family, including Old Master Li. Su Qingsang showed Xiang Caiping a picture of Su Chenghui.

It had been taken when Su Chenghui had been at the banquet. He was in suit and tie, looking elegant and handsome, a man of forty. He was holding a wine glass and chatting with people. Xiang Caiping stared at the picture, her eyes turning red.

More than 20 years had passed in a blink of an eye, but Su Chenghui remained the same, while she had gotten old.

She had been thinking of seeing Su Chenghui if possible. Now, however, it looked like there was no need to see each other again.

“Aunt?” Su Qingsang was not sure what Xiang Caiping’s reaction meant. She wanted to take the phone back, but Xiang Caiping slid her finger on the screen.

The next picture was of the Su Family of four.

This had been taken at Su Peizhen’s birthday, with Su Peizhen standing in the front and Su Chenghui standing behind with Li Qianxue.

The four were all good-looking with a good temperament. They were wearing fine clothes. Xiang Caiping’s hand shook a little.

“Who, who is he?” Su Yuxin’s face was similar to Su Chenghui’s, only smaller. In the eyes of Xiang Caiping, this was almost Su Chenghui when he was a child.

“He is the younger brother. My dad and aunt had him later. He is eight years younger than me.”

Xiang Caiping was so astonished that she forgot to ask why Su Qingsang was not in the picture.

Her face was so pale that Su Qingsang saw that she was shaking.

“Aunt? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” Xiang Caiping nodded and murmured a word that Su Qingsang heard clearly.

She said, “Liar.”

Liar? Who’s a liar? Su Qingsang wondered.

“Qingsang, I’m not feeling very well. I want to have a rest in my room now.”

“Aunt?”

“I’m fine.” Xiang Caiping stood up, her face looking very pale.

She did not even care about Su Qingsang’s curiosity. After so many years, she still remembered what Su Chenghui had said.

She had always remembered his promise.