The head of the Xie family, a famous wealthy business family in Ming City, is getting engaged, and this news has spread like wildfire in the circle.
The engagement was not surprising. Xie Chong, who was 45 years old, was married to Xie Dong. His wife passed away young, leaving behind three boys, big and small.
Everyone knows that this wealthy widower has been working very hard for his first wife's three children and has never planned to remarry.
They lived in an ordinary life for more than ten years. People close to him had advised him more than once in his early years, but unfortunately the man insisted on his own way and no one paid any attention to him.
They all thought that this was the end of Xie Chong's life, but unexpectedly, the old man in his 40s had a tragic event and his old house caught fire.
I don’t know where this woman came from, but she is definitely not from their circle.
I just don’t know what the three young masters of the Xie family think about the future stepmother coming into the family.
Anyway, they heard that the woman he was going to marry was not young.
If Xie Zhongli had married a young girl, no one would have said anything.
But I heard that the woman was not much younger than Lao Xie, and most importantly, she had been married.
He has a burden with him. I really don’t know if Old Xie is possessed by evil spirits and has lost his mind.
In an old residential building somewhere in Ming City, it was summer vacation and the sun was shining brightly outside.
Yu'er had nothing to do, so she simply stayed at home and sat beside the embroidery frame, quietly threading the needle and splitting the thread to embroider.
Embroidery is a traditional handicraft of our country, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a rare treasure.
The embroiderer needs to be careful, dexterous and patient. Yu'er lost her father at an early age and depended on her mother for company.
Her mother was a woman from the south of the Yangtze River, gentle as water, and inherited her grandmother's fine skills in Suzhou embroidery.
Since she was little, Yuer squatted beside the embroidery frame and watched her mother's slender fingers thread the needle nimbly.
Beautiful mountains and rivers and graceful peonies come alive under her hands.
Yu'er was influenced by her family and never ran home to watch cartoons or play games after school like other girls.
The quiet and well-behaved little girl studies with her mother.
She is familiar with the entire process, from material selection and design, to drawing the draft, to fixing the pattern, etc.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and the quiet door was quietly pushed open from the outside.
The woman who came in was wearing a light-colored cheongsam, with an elegant posture and a graceful figure.
Song Qingqing was holding a pot of osmanthus tea. No one could guess that this woman was almost 40 years old this year and had a daughter who was almost an adult.
She has long eyelashes, her eyes and eyebrows are as beautiful as spring water, and the bright spring light lingers around her body.
Not dazzling, not eye-catching, but as flowing as water, gentle and flexible.
But when this beauty looked at her daughter who was lying unconscious with her back to her, a hint of sadness clearly flashed in the depths of her eyes.
He just stared blankly, hesitating to move forward, not knowing what he was hesitating about.
If Yu'er, who was embroidering, had not been very sensitive, she would have put down the needle and thread in her hand that was trying to concentrate and turned around to look.
He met his mother's unguarded pupils at first sight, and the sadness in her eyes was clearly seen by Yu'er before she could even hide it.
The mother and daughter have the same personality. In the early years, before they moved to Ming City, Yu'er lived with her mother in the misty alleys of Jiangnan.
Green tiles, white walls, small bridges and flowing water, as the saying goes, the land and water nurture the people.
Compared with the northern girls who were born and raised in Ming City, the girls there all speak in a soft Wu dialect and are gentle and lovely.
Song Qingqing is the best among them. Yu'er inherited her mother's temperament and even surpassed her.
She slowly stood up, and the light green tulle dress swayed at her ankles, the hem of the skirt swaying slightly as she slowly stood up.
Looking at my daughter who stood up and walked slowly towards me.
The hesitation in Song Qingqing's eyes faded away, and what remained was full of surprise for her daughter.
Song Qingqing and her unfortunate husband are both good-looking, and can even be said to be outstanding.
The combination of two good genes should have produced a good child, but I didn't expect the child to be so good.
With skin as white as snow and face as beautiful as flowers, with branches as white as jade, the moon is its soul, jade is its bones, and snow is its flesh.
Yu'er, who was already used to it, took her mother's hand and led her to sit on the sofa next to the embroidery shed.
Her slender fingers took the teapot from her mother's hand as a matter of course and poured a cup of tea for both mother and daughter.
Seeing that her mother had not yet come to her senses, Yu'er had no choice but to purse her lips and smile. She felt that her mother's temper was no worse than those of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls.
He was just as confused, looked dull and stupid, and often looked at people with a clear stupidity in his eyes, which made her particularly worried.
Sitting down next to Song Qingqing, Yu'er patted the back of her hand on her thigh, signaling her dazed mother to come back to her senses quickly.
As Song Qingqing regained her thoughts, her snow-white cheeks turned a little red, which made her look more graceful and charming.
Squinting his eyes to look at her shy expression, Yu'er knew her mother better than anyone else and had her own guesses in her mind.
Yu'er was thinking whether to point it out herself to save her mother from getting embarrassed, but then she heard her mother's hesitant words.
"Mom has something that I've kept in my heart for a long time, and I don't know whether I should tell you."
Turning sideways to face her daughter, Song Qingqing's solemn expression met her daughter's eyes, but it didn't take her a second to break.
It's so embarrassing to lower your eyes and frown in sorrow.
She didn't intentionally hide her relationship from her daughter, but she was unsure at the time, and they had only known each other for a short time.
Song Qingqing really didn't expect that Xie Zhong, whom she had known for less than three months, was so anxious to marry her.
Thinking of this, the bright red color that had just receded came up again, even though the air conditioner was on in the room.
Song Qingqing, who was fanning herself with her hands, was thinking aimlessly that this summer was particularly hot.
Yuer had long suspected that her mother's behavior had been different since three months ago.
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