To My Dear Mr. Huo

But even if the woman in front of her was Su Chenghui's mistress, Su Qingsang couldn't just believe it.

Who is Su Chenghui? Now the general manager of the Li family. He has been in the top position for many years and is pampered. People would believe that he was only forty years old.

Besides, Li Qianxue, well-maintained, elegantly behaved, with a natural air of a lady, looks at most in her thirties.

Even if Su Peizhen didn't like Su Chenghui and his wife any more, he knew the gap between Li Qianxue and Xiang Caiping.

Under such circumstances, how could Su Qingsang believe that Su Chenghui would have anything to do with such a woman? It doesn't make sense at all.

Xiang Caiping was a little anxious: "You can ask your father, your father knows. He knows. I told him, we—"

She paused here, as if she was a little embarrassed to talk about her past.

After thinking about it, she took out a photo from her pocket and put it in front of Su Qingsang: "I have a photo of you when you were a child. It's normal for you not to believe me, because you don't look like me. You look like Your father. I didn't know you until then."

Su Qingsang glanced at the photo. It can be seen that it was a long time ago. The baby in the swaddle in the photo looks very small, but its facial features are indeed very similar to Su Chenghui.

Xiang Caiping also took out another photo, which was of her and Su Chenghui together.

Su Chenghui in this photo is much younger and looks more like the swaddling baby.

The Xiang Caiping in the photo is not what she is now, she looks very young, gentle and beautiful, with the softness of a Jiangnan woman.

There is also a single photo of Su Chenghui, and this one looks even more similar. I have to say that Su Chenghui was really handsome when he was young.

"You really looked like your father when you were young. It's just that when you grow up, your facial features have grown up. It's just similar, but not as similar as when you were young."

Xiang Caiping gently caressed the two photos: "I, I was so angry at the time. So I burned some of the photos, and now only these two are left. As for your photos, there are only these one."

Su Qingsang noticed that there was a torn mark on the top of the group photo, and she thought she planned to tear it up at the time.

But then they didn't tear it up, but kept it.

"I came up with your name. At that time, your father said that you want to call it Zijin. Qingqing Zijin, you care about my heart. I said that if this name is not very pleasant to pronounce in Linshi dialect, I think it is better to be called Qingqing. Su Qingqing. But your dad thought it was too ordinary. Later, I happened to see a mulberry tree at the door. I said why not call it Qingsang, because that mulberry tree is still the place where I made love with your dad."

Xiang Caiping spoke quickly, it was the first time Su Qingsang heard the origin of her name.

Looking at that photo, Su Qingsang had already believed it for the most part. But she still has doubts.

"If you were my mother, why didn't you come to recognize me earlier? Why didn't you live with me?"

"I—" Xiang Caiping said this, her eyes were red again, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She seemed to be completely different from Li Qianxue. Although she was old, when she cried, she really felt weak.

Su Qingsang felt like she was bullying her when she cried like this. I believed her a little more in my heart.

With Su Chenghui's personality, maybe he still likes such a beauty.

Second watch.