Su Changsheng felt like he had a very, very long dream, in the dream, he seemed to return to that turbulent era.
The weather was great that day, she stood there helplessly in a beautiful dress, he pulled her to a safe place, only to find out later that she and her maid had gotten separated.
He thought he would never have the opportunity to meet this rich girl again, but little did he know that fate would bizarrely bring them together again, and they fell in love.
If it were possible, Su Changsheng often thought, he would rather have never met her, so there wouldnât be so much pain afterwards.
Thinking of this, Su Changsheng closed his eyes with guilt.
Because of him, his pregnant wife was left to wander, her life or death still unknown.
"Dad, whatâs wrong with you?" Su Rumei was dumbfounded.
What did she see? She actually saw Mr. Su in tears.
Indeed, Fu Lingling saw it too, two streaks of tears flowed down the old manâs closed eyes, dripping onto the sheets.
"Wanwan, I saw Wanwan," Su Changsheng said in a hoarse voice.
Though standing, Su Encai and Fu Lingling didnât hear clearly, but Su Rumei, who was lying down, heard it distinctly.
What?
Wanwan?
Wasnât Wanwan the nickname of the adoptive mother she had never met?
The old man said he saw her.
How could that be possible?
In the minds of others in the Su Family, Tian Wanfeng had long passed away, only the old man couldnât forget and believed she was still alive.
Imagine, in such a chaotic situation at the time, Tian Wanfeng was even pregnant, and even if there was a maid taking care of her, the chances of survival were still very slim.
Moreover, at that time, enemy spies were rampant, even Tian Family reportedly took the opportunity to run abroad amidst the chaos.
After all these years, no one from the Tian Family has returned.
Tian Wanfeng seemed to have disappeared into thin air, and the old man, after searching for so many years, found not a single clue.
"What did Dad say?" Fu Lingling asked when she saw Su Rumei remain silent.
"Nothing... I didnât hear clearly," Su Rumei looked at the old man who had fainted again, "Mumbled as if calling Momâs name."
After all, Fu Lingling should have heard the word âWanwanâ too.
"The old man has fallen asleep," said the doctor who came to check.
After carefully asking about the situation at the time, when hearing that it was related to Tian Wanfeng, the old doctor, who also knew about Su Changshengâs situation, said, "Itâs best if you talk to him more about these matters."
The doctor left after saying this.
Su Rumeiâs mood was no longer as calm.
Suddenly, she remembered the photo she saw when she was younger and that day in the mall when she met Gu Lingling, who looked a lot like the woman in the photo.
Could it be that the woman in the photo cherished by the old man was Tian Wanfeng?
Then who is Gu Lingling?
Su Rumei felt as if she had uncovered the truth.
Is there even a need to ask who Gu Lingling is?
Itâs impossible for people who look so alike not to have any blood relation.
The answer is almost obvious.
Su Rumeiâs hand tightly gripped the hem of her clothes.
She thought of that girl who spoke coldly and mockingly to her and her daughter; it was apparent she wasnât easy to get along with.
If it werenât for Meng Feifei, she wouldnât like a girl with such a sharp tongue either.
With Mr. Suâs love and guilt for Tian Wanfeng, if he saw Gu Lingling who looked like Tian Wanfeng, wouldnât he spoil her immensely?
In the future... would there still be a place for their family to stand?
Her daughter, Feifei, would no longer be the old manâs favorite granddaughter.
Thinking about this, Su Rumeiâs heart became even more troubled.