Chapter 98 How Many Memories Are Made of Longing

  The misty rain seemed to have brought Fang Liping back to more than a decade ago, back to the years when she was in her prime, back to the years when her husband was full of vigor and ambition.

  In those days, her husband was a famous young talent in the capital city, from a red aristocratic family, with a dignified appearance. But who would have thought that after being sent to work at the grassroots level for only a few years, he would die an unjust death.

  Countless memories flooded in, with joy, with emotion, with sorrow...

  Unbeknownst to her, Fang Liping's eyes had already become hazy, with tears streaming down. Even Qin Yanran beside her seemed to have sensed the sorrow in her mother's heart, and before she knew it, the two mothers and daughters were connected at heart, and they both burst into tears under the pear blossom rain, leaving Su Lin stunned on the spot.

  "What...what's going on here? I was just taking a bath in your bathroom, and you're crying like this?"

  Su Lin looked at the tearful mother and daughter with a bit of innocence, not knowing how to comfort them.

  The noodles in the pot suddenly boiled over, pushing against the lid with a loud noise. Hearing this, Su Lin rushed to the kitchen and hastily lifted the lid, only to see that the noodles were already cooked, along with a full serving of green vegetables and sliced beef.

  "Wow! I'm so tired..."

  Just now too hasty, Su Lin was scalded by the edge of the pot cover, and is now putting his scalded fingers in his mouth to soothe them.

  It was Su Lin's words that pulled Fang Lippin and her mother out of their sorrow.

  "Oh no...... Su Lin, how is it? Did you get burned?"

  Fang Liping hastily ran over, took Su Lin's hand and carefully examined it, finding that all the fingers had been scalded. Hurriedly, Fang Liping rummaged through a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a box of Jingwanhong ointment, carefully squeezing out some and applying it to Su Lin's scalded fingers.

  "In a moment you're not allowed to move again, kitchen affairs, where can you let this kid get involved, honestly sit over there and wait for noodles."

  With a tone of heartache and reprimand, Fang Liping looked at Su Lin's eyes, and in them, a hint of doting affection that even Qin Yanyan envied appeared.

  "Mom, hurry up and take a bath! Leave this place to me. After you're done washing, there will definitely be hot beef noodles waiting for you."

  Qin Yanran quickly wiped away her tears, but couldn't hide the two tear stains on her face. At the same time, she pushed Su Lin out of the kitchen and herself held a pair of chopsticks stirring the noodles in the pot, occasionally using a spoon to scoop up some soup to taste the flavor.

  "What an eccentric mother and daughter."

  Su Lin was also unclear what the mother and daughter were going to do. Now Qin Yanran was cooking noodles in the kitchen, Fang Liping went to the bathroom to take a bath, he could only sit on the sofa in the living room, listlessly looking around.

  Fang Liping made the house exceptionally warm and cozy, clean and bright. The curtains were pink, and the table edges were also pink, but Su Lin felt like something was missing whenever she looked at it.

  Su Lin had no idea that in this house, for so many years, there were almost no men who came in. Su Lin, wearing Qin Yanran's father's suit, had no idea that at the moment he just came out of the bathroom, Fang Liping mistook him for her husband, and Qin Yanran also mistook him for her own father.

  This home, this evening, seems especially precious. It's as if they've really returned to that happy time when the three of them were together, harmonious and joyful. Qin Yanran is cooking noodles in the kitchen with extra effort, always complaining that there's not enough beef, Su Lin will eat until she's full, adding all the frozen beef from the refrigerator into the pot.

  In the bathroom, Fang Liping quietly took off all her clothes and looked at the naked body in the mirror that even she felt a little strange about. Tears began to flow uncontrollably from her eyes.

  Fang Liping can't remember how many times she's cried today. Since her husband passed away, Fang Liping hadn't cried again, but today, she's already shed tears several times. The water flowing from the showerhead splashed onto her body, and Fang Liping thought a lot, crying freely, because here, no one would see her tears, not even herself, who would pretend to wipe away the water on her face as if it were just bathwater.

  Crying and crying, Fang Liping suddenly laughed again.

  Overjoyed to tears, tearful to joy. The joys and pleasures of life, the sorrows and pains, in the end, aren't they all just a turn of the hand?

  Fang Liping didn't cry anymore, and she also didn't know how long it had been since she last took a bath so seriously. With busy official duties all day, her years-long plan for revenge. Today, she emptied her mind completely, and could finally take a good rest.

  Staring at herself in the mirror, the mist had already blurred her reflection, and even Fang Liping couldn't see her own face.

  She stretched out her hand, gently wiping the mirror, and looked at the reflection of herself that was gradually revealed on the surface. She also froze, why, seeing herself, this was clearly herself, yet she felt, so strange?

  Yes! That once flourishing, naive and lovely girl has long become a wife, a widow, a bereaved mother of an only child. Reality forces her to put on a stern face every day. But honestly, which woman really wants to be a strong woman for her whole life?

  Care? Concern?

  This was a vocabulary that Fang Leping had long forgotten in the dictionary. Since her husband's death, she had never felt a thread of love that a woman should have.

  Detestable Su Lin!

  It's Su Lin, how despicable!

  Why, when he put on his husband's suit, did he look so similar? The gestures of throwing hands and feet, even if it was just a slight swing of the arm, could make his heart beat faster. But obviously, Su Lin and her husband didn't look alike at all?

  And he is also a classmate of his own daughter, and may even be his own daughter's sweetheart.

  Out of the blue, Su Lin appeared in her mind. Fang Liping didn't know what was wrong with herself, thinking of Su Lin made her feel both happy and angry. As the water flowed over her face and body, today's physical sensations were unusually sensitive. The carefree water droplets flowing down, gathering into a stream, seemed to be gently stroking her skin.

  Hmmm...

  Fang Liping felt her whole body tremble for a moment, how long had it been since she had such a strong palpitation?

  Her face burning red, Fang Liping felt ashamed of having such a despicable thought. She had been a mother for so many years, why would she still have such feelings? Although her husband had passed away ten years ago, the emptiness in her heart and body, after being separated from him for so long, today seemed to yearn even more strongly for something.

  Make up for the desolate emptiness and fill this chasm of desire.

  Unconsciously, Fang Liping's two hands gently pushed upwards from below towards her two standing tall breasts.

  The rough texture, gently massaged, how could it create a swelling sensation there, as if it's about to burst out! How long has this desire been accumulating? The feeling that was sealed under restraint and self-hinting, how did it all erupt today?

  Fang Liping felt a little lost, but at the same time, she thought that this was what her life had become - without any direction or purpose. Liu Jianguo being arrested and imprisoned was already a foregone conclusion, and her husband's revenge had been avenged. So what would she do with the rest of her life? What would she rely on to get through each passing day?

  She didn't know! Fang Liping was stunned, as if she had never thought about this problem before. Leaning against the cold ceramic tiles on the wall, Fang Liping felt that her body was so empty, and her heart was also so empty, feeling hollow.

  "Wow! I get to spend the night at the mayor's house, and the mayor's daughter even cooked noodles for me personally. I'm probably the first person in all of Jian'an City to have this treatment, right? Hehe..."

  Su Lin is also not polite, leaning on the sofa, dozing off, with half-closed eyes, one eye staring at the diligent Qin Yanran busy in the kitchen, and the other eye occasionally sneaking a peek at the bathroom, although nothing can be seen, but thinking that Fang Liping is taking a bath inside, Su Lin's heart is also burning with passion.

  "Su Lin, are there any foods you can't eat? Do you eat coriander and scallions?"

  The steaming hot beef noodles are almost done, Qin Yanran asked casually.

  "I don't eat coriander. I want scallions."

  Su Lin couldn't get used to the strange smell of coriander, every time she smelled it, she would feel nauseous for half a day. She really couldn't understand why some people thought coriander smelled good and even took its name.

  However, people's tastes in this world are all different, and Su Lin's own taste is not light either. He has no right to criticize others for being wrong. His stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time, and as soon as he caught the aroma of beef noodles from afar, he quickly jumped up from the sofa like an agile monkey and darted to the dinner table.

  She sat down, swallowed her saliva, picked up the chopsticks and gazed at the steaming hot beef noodles with more beef than noodles on the table. Su Lin pitifully begged Qin Yanran: "Beautiful and intelligent great class leader, can I eat now?"

  "No way!"

  Unexpectedly, Qin Yanran looked at Su Lin who was starving and still shook her head ruthlessly, pointing to the bathroom with a smile, "My mom is still taking a bath! You eat alone first, how impolite."

  "But look at me, I'm starving."

  Afraid that Qin Yanran wouldn't believe him, Su Lin deliberately opened his suit and shirt to let Qin Yanran take a good look at Su Xiao's flat little belly.

  "You'd rather starve to death than wait. Must wait for my mom to finish her bath before we can start eating, hehe..."

  Qin Yanran also enjoyed watching Su Lin being tempted by the delicious food she made, but couldn't bring himself to pick up his chopsticks. Especially when he saw Su Lin scratching his ears and cheeks like a hyperactive child, Qin Yanran couldn't help but want to laugh, and in her heart, she was still blaming herself for mistakenly thinking of Su Lin as her father just now.

  In Qin Yanran's impression, her father was so handsome and elegant, charming and extraordinary, how could Su Lin compare to him? At that time, she must have been blinded by infatuation, definitely. This is what Qin Yanran thought in her heart. Now this feeling makes her feel very comfortable, a home with a man inside is like a real home, and she can't help but feel a warmth in her heart, something she has never felt before.

  Regardless of whether it was Fang Liping or Qin Yanran, they both had deep feelings for the late Qin Zemin, so deep that no other man was allowed to set foot in this house again. But today, Su Lin was an exception. How many memories and longing, Su Lin wouldn't know that he just came over as a simple guest for one night, yet it was such a great honor!