"Is Dad missing Mom again?" Su Ende shook his head helplessly. "It’s been so many years, and he still hasn’t let go."
Back in the day, they, as sons, weren’t without complaints against Mr. Su; but over the years, they’ve seen the bitterness in the old man’s heart.
Perhaps the only thing to blame is the unfortunate times back then.
"By the way, these are the clothes from the Central Hospital delivered earlier for Father," Lin Xue said. "The old man was wearing his Zhongshan suit that day."
"I’ll take them home and wash them later," Su Rumei forced herself to say energetically. "This is Dad’s favorite outfit."
Lin Xue didn’t speak, handing the clothes over to her.
"I’ll leave Dad with you all to look after; I’m heading back," Su Rumei said as she took the clothes and walked away.
"What’s up with her today?" Fu Lingling looked at her back in confusion.
Normally, she’d be dying to stay here, especially when the old man barely woke up once today and might wake again later, yet she’s not sticking around to make an impression.
It’s truly perplexing.
"Maybe she’s just tired from running around," Su Encai remarked.
But Su Rumei didn’t have time to ponder these things; she recalled that earlier, at the small shop, she met a little girl. The very girl who saved the old man was calling from that shop, and the little girl was there.
Su Rumei remembered what the little girl said—very pretty, with big, expressive eyes.
Somehow, she suddenly thought of that girl named Gu Lingling—wasn’t she the one with the talking eyes?
If it really was her who saved the old man... Su Rumei didn’t dare continue her thoughts.
If the old man found out and met Gu Lingling, life would become unbearable.
No, she had to quickly think of something.
For now, she mustn’t let the old man find Gu Lingling.
Su Rumei drove away from the hospital without returning home but heading elsewhere.
Gu Lingling was unaware of any of this.
With plans to visit the Wang Family over the weekend, she was pondering what gifts to prepare for Zheng Xiangjun and his wife.
This time, she was going as the future granddaughter-in-law.
Although Yang Yunhai told her not to worry about the gifts, he’d taken care of it, Gu Lingling still found time to prepare some small presents herself.
"My granddaughter-in-law understands me," Wang Fangyi said with satisfaction, holding the pipe pouch Gu Lingling gave him.
This pipe was custom-made for him by an old artisan through an old friend, but the pouch didn’t quite please him.
Now holding the pouch Gu Lingling crocheted for him, Wang Fangyi was increasingly satisfied.
Zheng Xiangjun’s gift was a small, delicate handbag, also crocheted, and upon close inspection, one would find it matched with the pipe pouch as a couple’s set.
Taking it out together showed off their affection publicly.
Such attention to detail wasn’t something their scatterbrained daughter Wang Shuyun would have considered.
Wang Shuyun, watching enviously, nonetheless refrained from asking due to her mother’s authority.
When Yang Aiguo arrived, she pretended not to notice.
Yang Aiguo smiled helplessly, naturally sitting aside, watching from afar.
Zheng Xiangjun and Wang Fangyi exchanged glances.
Wondering what antics these two were up to again, they truly couldn’t let their guard down.