In the end, Yang Qian had no choice but to follow Sister Hu's advice and take a quick shower.
When she came out, she saw a table full of dishes on the dining table. Yang Qian felt a warmth in her heart. She never expected that Sister Hu would treat her the same way she treated Gu Sisi. Just looking at these dishes, it was obvious that they had been prepared for a long time.
Sister Hu must have been waiting for her to take a shower and then brought out these dishes.
Yang Qian's eyes welled up with tears. All the worries and anxieties that had been torturing her body disappeared in an instant.
"Sister Hu, why are you so nice to me? I'm clearly, I'm clearly..." I'm clearly not related to the Huo family. But Yang Qian just couldn't say the second half of the sentence.
"You mean you're clearly not related to the Huo family, right?" Sister Hu had already seen through everything.
"… Yes." Since she had been seen through, Yang Qian admitted it.
"I've been in the Huo family for a long time. The young master has been very kind to me, and so has the young mistress. I like the young mistress very much, and I like you too." Sister Hu said sincerely.
But for some reason, Yang Qian still didn't quite understand.
"You know my son, right? I originally thought that after what happened, the young mistress would never let my son off. I was really scared."
"Sister Hu, don't think about it. It hasn't been investigated clearly yet. Sister Sisi also thinks that it couldn't be your son. I heard that there's someone else involved. Don't take it too much to heart. Sister Sisi is just afraid of wronging your son, so she asked someone to investigate carefully." Just now it was Sister Hu comforting Yang Qian, but now it was the other way around.
"It's okay. You don't need to comfort me. I know my son. Whether he's wronged or not doesn't matter. As long as the young mistress trusts me, it's all worth it. You don't know, when I saw the words the young mistress wrote on that piece of paper, my heart..."
Yang Qian saw that Sister Hu's eyes were clearly red.
"Sister Hu, don't be sad." Apart from this, Yang Qian didn't know what else to say.
"You're the young mistress's best friend. Before she left, she left a letter and entrusted her son to you. Among us, there has to be someone in charge. Since the young mistress entrusted the child to you, then it's you."
Looking at Sister Hu's sincere face, Yang Qian felt she didn't deserve these words.
"Sister Hu, you're overestimating me. Something happened to Sister Sisi. How could I not come? It's the least I can do."
"Qianqian, actually you're about the same age as my son. I've always wanted a daughter. Sometimes I think that if my daughter were still alive, she would be about your age." Sister Hu seemed to be reminded of some old memories and felt emotional.
But when Yang Qian heard Sister Hu's words, she suddenly felt very strange. If my daughter were still alive... What did that mean?
Seeing Yang Qian's confused look, although Sister Hu was sad, she didn't seem to avoid this topic.
"Do you want to hear a story?" Looking at Sister Hu's kind smile, although Yang Qian thought it might be a bit impolite, she still nodded involuntarily.
"This story happened more than twenty years ago. You may think everyone in the Huo family calls me Sister Hu, but actually I'm old. I'm already a half - buried old woman."
Seeing the light in Sister Hu's eyes, Yang Qian instinctively shook her head.
"No no no, how could that be? Sister Hu, you're not old at all. You're not an old woman."
"Haha, don't comfort me. At my age, can't I be called old?"
"But you have a young and elegant demeanor. We can't compare to you." Yang Qian was telling the truth. Sister Hu had a very good temperament, which would make people involuntarily think of a saying: "To be worldly - wise without being worldly."
Thinking that when she got old, she might not have Sister Hu's temperament.
Actually, Yang Qian was quite envious. Looking at Sister Hu's eyes, one could tell that she had seen a lot of things and understood many truths.
"When you're young, you don't need temperament and elegance. A pretty face is enough. Temperament and elegance come when your face is no longer beautiful." Sister Hu said, smiling and tapping Yang Qian's face.
"Okay, I've digressed. Come on, let me tell you about my daughter."
"This is a rather long story. For me, it's extremely long, spanning my whole life. But when I tell it, it seems very short."
For some reason, listening to Sister Hu's voice at this moment, Yang Qian really felt that Sister Hu was old. Her voice was full of exhaustion.
"Where should I start? Let's start from my childhood." Sister Hu tilted her head in recollection. I have to say, Yang Qian thought that even this action was very charming. She must have been a beauty when she was young.
"When I was a child, I had a childhood sweetheart. But at that time, no one thought we were childhood sweethearts because I was the daughter of a servant, while he was the young master of a rich family."
"He was born into wealth and had nothing to worry about. But I was different. I was the child of a servant. I had to work very hard and be very sensible to survive in that family."
"The atmosphere in that family was very depressing. The father didn't act like a father, the mother didn't act like a mother, and the son was even less like a son."
"Although I was poor at that time, I didn't envy him at all. I was a wild child back then. I saw the young master of his... his family taking piano lessons, attending math tutoring classes, and learning horse - riding and shooting all day long. I thought it was so tiring and not free at all. I really didn't envy him at that time."
"I was very wild and bold. I never felt inferior just because I was the child of a servant. Instead, I thought it was troublesome to be a young master or young mistress. He often said that I had a kind of free - spirited charm that no one else had."
When she said this, Sister Hu was obviously very happy and beamed with joy.
"Is he the young master you mentioned as your childhood sweetheart?" Yang Qian asked curiously.
"Yes, it's him. He said I was lively and impulsive, and I said he was rigid and boring."
"But I don't know why. When I was young, I just liked to be with him."
"At first, I didn't think about it that way. Later, somehow, I fell in love with him. Just like what you young people say, love starts without knowing why and goes deeper and deeper."
"But reality is reality. It was like a dream. I knew that although I never felt inferior because I was the daughter of a servant, in the end, he was the young master and I was a servant. I knew this gap."