Even if this woman in front of her had been Su Chenghui’s mistress, Su Qingsang was still not going to be convinced she was telling her the truth.
What kind of person is Su Chenghui? He is the general manager in the Li Family. He has always been on a pedestal and does not have a care in the world. Even if he said he was only forty, a lot of people would believe him.
Then there is Li Qianxue, who has maintained her appearance well and behaves elegantly. She has the natural flair of an upper-class woman and lookes like she is, at most, in her thirties.
No matter how much Su Qingsang disliked Su Chenghui and Li Qianxue, she could also see the distinct differences between Li Qianxue and Xiang Caiping.
Under such circumstances, how could Su Qingsang believe that Su Chenghui had any intimate relations with the woman in front of her? This did not make sense at all.
Xiang Caiping was a little panicky. “You can ask your father, he knows about this. He knows it. What happened between me and him. At that time, we…”
She halted her words at this point, seemingly embarrassed about speaking about her past.
After some thought, she retrieved a photograph from her pocket and placed it in front of Su Qingsang. “I have your childhood photograph. It is reasonable that you don’t believe me, because you do not resemble me. Instead, you resemble your father. I also found that out about you.”
Su Qingsang glanced at the photograph. It was obvious that the photograph was old. The child in the photograph looked tiny and had features that did bear a striking resemblance to Su Chenghui.
Xiang Caiping retrieved another photograph which was of her and Su Chenghui.
The photograph depicted Su Chenghui in his younger years and his features looked just like those of the infant in the previous photograph.
Xiang Caiping looked wholly different in the photograph than she did now. She looked very young, graceful, and attractive. She was very beautiful.
There was one photograph which only depicted Su Chenghui. This photograph bore the most resemblance to the infant. It was accurate to say that Su Chenghui was a dashing young man in his younger years.
“You really looked like your father when you were little. It’s just that your features became more distinctive as you grew up. You still resemble your father, but not as much as you did when you were little.”
Xiang Caiping’s hands gently touched the two photographs. “I…I was angry at that time, so I burnt some photographs. Now I’m only left with these two. As for photographs of you, I only have this one.”
Su Qingsang’s attention landed on a tear at the corner of one of the photographs. She assumed that Xiang Caiping had also wanted to tear up this photograph.
She did not tear it up in the end and ended up keeping it.
“I was the one who named you. At that time, your father wanted to name you Zijin. It was taken from a famous poem. I told him that if we were to use Lin City’s dialect to say it, it would not sound nice. I asked why not name you Qingqing instead. Su Qingqing. Your father found that too common. In the end, we happened to see a mulberry tree outside the door and I suggested naming you Qingsang. That mulberry tree was also where your father and I had pledged our love to each other.”
Xiang Caiping narrated a little hurriedly. It was the first time that Su Qingsang had heard about the origins of her name.
Looking at the photograph, Su Qingsang was almost convinced by Xiang Caiping. However, she still had some doubts.
“If you are my mother, then why didn’t you acknowledge me sooner? Why didn’t you live with me?”
“I…” Xiang Caiping’s eyes started to turn red as she spoke and tears slipped from the corner of her eyes. She looked like the complete opposite of Li Qianxue. Even though she was advanced in age, when she started to cry, it was strangely beautiful. She was like a fragile willow tree bearing the weight of a strong wind.
Given Su Chenghui’s personality, it was probable that he liked this type of beauty.