“Yes. He has no one in Nanzhou to look after him. I want to be with him.”
“Bingbing,” she finally asked, “Do you still like him?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“What about him? How does he treat you?”
“He treats me very well.” I linked arms with my mom, resting my face on her shoulder. “Mom, it’s been three years. I can’t forget him. I want to be with him again.”
“I know. You often call out ‘senior brother’ in your dreams.”
The night you got engaged to Zhong Tian, you drank some wine and cried in your sleep, holding onto me and repeatedly asking, “Why hasn’t he come back? Has he forgotten about you?”
“Mom…”
“Ah, Bingbing. If I had known he would return, I would never have agreed to your marriage to Zhong Tian. I know you’ve been wronged. It was all for your father…”
Suppressed grievances burst out from my heart, and I cried into my mother’s embrace. I sobbed until my voice became hoarse.
Mom hugged me, gently patting my back. Dad sighed heavily from the sofa across the room.
After I calmed down, Mom ladled me a bowl of ginseng soup. The rich fragrance filled the air. After I finished, she packed the rest for me. “Take this to the hospital. It’s perfect for replenishing qi and blood.”
I smiled and wiped my tears. “Mom, you’re so good to me.”
“Go quickly, before the soup gets cold.”
Returning to the hospital room with my bag, my eyes were still red. Ye Zhengchen nervously got out of bed, “Why are you crying? Did you have a fight with your family?”
“No. I just feel so happy.” I handed him the thermos. “My mom’s ginseng soup.”
As soon as Ye Zhengchen heard it was my mom’s soup, he drank more than half of it, almost chewing the ginseng.
“Is it good?”
“Mm, no wonder you’re such a good cook. You’ve clearly learned from my future mother-in-law.”
I’ve never met someone so forward. “Who’s your future mother-in-law?”
“You’re my fiancée, so of course your mom is my future mother-in-law.”
