Mei Yuxin saw that Madam Cheng had left and hurriedly slipped away quietly.
Cheng Haoming gave her a dark glance, then turned around, softened his expression, and sat down in the rattan chair opposite Su Qiao.
"Xiao Qiao, my mother was talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart. Once you're feeling a little better, I'll take you traveling so you can properly relax."
"You've been lying in a hospital bed for so long, and then cooped up at home for almost two months. You must be bored out of your mind, right?"
As Cheng Haoming spoke gently, he reached out to take her hand.
Su Qiao pulled back from the table and rose to her feet, saying wearily, "I'm tired. I'm going back to my room to sleep for a while."
Cheng Haoming didn't notice anything unusual. He only assumed she was upset because of what his mother had said.
"Okay, I'll take you back to your room."
Su Qiao nodded indifferently.
She still didn't know where her room was. It just so happened that someone could lead the way.
After returning to the room on the second floor of the villa, Su Qiao waited until she was alone before lying down on the rocking chair on the balcony. In the fading evening light, she began sorting through her memories.
The original Su Qiao's parents had died young, and she had been raised by her strong-willed grandmother.
However, just as she was about to graduate from university, her grandmother suddenly passed away from illness as well, leaving her alone with a small farm.
While she was grieving, she met the Male Lead, Cheng Haoming.
Cheng Haoming was handsome, came from a good family, and was sunny and humorous. He was also unassuming, and he quickly won the original Su Qiao's