After seeing Huo Cheng off, Lin Qingtong returned to the manor and saw Su Wanjun sitting by the window, flipping through a photo album.

The album was full of photos of Lin Qingtong when she was a child, and Su Wanjun gently touched them as she looked through them.

Lin Qingtong went over to check and found that the other side of the album was empty, meaning there should be another photo.

And this is true for every single page.

She paused for a moment, then asked, "Mom, were there photos here before?"

Su Wanjun shook her head, smiled, and then her eyes reddened.

“There are no photos here. I just felt there should be photos here when I first put them up, so I got used to it. It turns out it’s because I have a child.”

"It's a pity I couldn't be there to watch him grow up, I really feel sorry for him."

As she spoke, Su Wanjun burst into tears, and Lin Qingtong immediately stepped forward to support her.

“It’s okay, Mom. As long as we can recognize each other, there will be many more opportunities to make up for it.”

Su Wanjun nodded and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

“You’re back. I’ve had the servants make you some soup. Come on, let’s go have some. Let’s not talk about those things.”

She led Lin Qingtong and the others to the restaurant, and just as they sat down, a figure came out carrying a bowl of soup.

He placed the soup in front of Su Wanjun and then served it to her.

"Here is your soup, please enjoy."

Upon hearing the voice, Su Wanjun paused, then looked up abruptly, only to see that the person in front of her was none other than Dongfang William.

William Dongfang, dressed in a chef's uniform, was gazing tenderly at Su Wanjun.

"This is a soup I made myself, please try it."

He was going to call her "Mom," but he swallowed the words back.

He was worried that being too abrupt would frighten Su Wanjun.