Beautiful mother and pretty daughter (125-128)

125.
“Sister, Xiaoqiang doesn’t want to talk, so don’t ask.” Jingjing came over and said anxiously.
Su Fei grabbed Jingjing and asked, “Jingjing, you know too, right? Tell your sister…”
Jingjing glanced at Su Xiaoqiang and lowered her head without speaking. Su Fei suddenly became anxious and shouted, “What happened? You two, tell me quickly!”
Jingjing had no choice but to lower her head and say, “Last night, I…I…I saw…”
She hesitated. Suo Wanling and I looked at each other again. She was crying and shaking her head slightly. I also felt an unprecedented despair.
“What did you see? Tell me!” Su Fei shouted urgently.
“I…I saw that my brother-in-law, he…he…” Jingjing said, looking at Suo Wanling, “came out of Auntie’s room.”
Everyone was in an uproar and looked at Suo Wanling. She covered her mouth and cried. Su Fei was stunned. Tears also flowed down her face, and she showed an expression of disbelief.
"Jingjing, what nonsense are you talking about? You can't just say things like that!" My mom squatted down beside me and shouted at Jingjing.
Jingjing looked at my mom, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Auntie, I'm not talking nonsense."
"Did you see it with your own eyes? Don't talk nonsense if you didn't see
it," my mom said again. "I saw it with my own eyes..." Jingjing said, "Last night, Xiaoqiang was playing games until midnight. He was thirsty and asked me to get him some water. I went downstairs to the living room to get him some mineral water. When I came back upstairs, I saw... I saw my brother-in-law... coming out of Aunt Suo's room."
Su Fei stared at me with tears in her eyes and said coldly, "Chen Junhao, tell me, is what she said true?"
I nodded, "Yes..."
"Junhao, you..." My mom said in shock and anger, speechless for a moment.
I continued, "Last night, Mo Hui suddenly felt unwell. Mom came to call us. You were sleeping soundly at the time, so I went alone..."
I tried to make a last stand, but Jingjing interrupted me, "But... but why did you say that to each other?"
"What did they say?" Su Fei stared at her brother's girlfriend and asked sharply.
Jingjing stammered, "He...they said...I love you."
Su Wanling covered her face and wept as she walked into the villa. Su Fei called out to her, "Mom, is it true?"
With her back to her daughter, she nodded through her tears, entered the villa, and led Chen Mohui, who was still playing with Chen Ailei in the dining room, upstairs.
Su Fei stared at me, tears streaming down her face, "Husband, tell me, is it true?"
I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. My mother sighed deeply, stood up, and wiped her tears with her back to me.
"How could you do this? One is my mother, the other is my husband, how could you do this?" Su Fei wept uncontrollably, overwhelmed with grief, her body swaying as if she were about to fall.
Su Xiaoqiang quickly hugged her, "Sister, sister..."
Su Fei buried her head in her brother's arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Finally, she cried and said, "Take me away, Xiaoqiang, take me away, I...I don't want to stay here..."
"Okay, okay, sister, I'll take you away..." Su Xiaoqiang comforted his sister, then said to his girlfriend, "Go pack my sister and Niannian's luggage."
"Okay." Jingjing replied and walked into the villa.
Wen Xiaoting hugged Chen Nianfei and said, "Jingjing, I'll help you."
As she spoke, she and Jingjing went into the villa.
Su Fei was still sobbing in her brother's arms. I noticed that He Xiaoqin was looking at me with tears in her eyes, her gaze filled with pity and disappointment. After our eyes met, she turned her face away to wipe her tears, not looking at me at all.
Yes! How could she not be heartbroken to see her dearest brother do such an immoral thing?
Not long after, Jingjing came out with the luggage, followed by Wen Xiaoting carrying Chen Nianfei.
"Sis, let's go." Su Xiaoqiang helped the agonizing Su Fei towards his SUV. He then turned to me and gritted his teeth, saying, "Chen Junhao, you just wait, I'm not done with you yet."
Su Xiaoqiang helped his sister into the back seat, took his little niece from Wen Xiaoting and placed her on his lap, then said "thank you" to Wen Xiaoting.
Jingjing got into the driver's seat, and Wen Xiaoting told her, "Drive slowly," before watching the SUV speed away.
As soon as they left, my mother started hitting and pounding my chest, crying, "You worthless child, how could you do such a shameful thing? Isn't this going to make people talk behind the Chen family's back? If your father finds out, he'll be furious!"
I didn't move, letting my mother hit and scold me. Qin Hao pulled my mother away and said, "Sister Yun, don't scold him yet. We can ask him what happened when we get back, then we can scold and beat him."
He glared at me, clearly annoyed at my lack of self-control, and then said to my mother, "How about this? I'll drive Sister Suo and her son back, and you, Tingting, and Xiaoqin can go back in Junhao's car."
I thought this arrangement was quite appropriate, avoiding the awkwardness between my mother and Suo Wanling. I heard Qin Hao sigh, "Alas! What a pity about all my seafood, such good ingredients!"
When Suo Wanling and her son got out, we exchanged glances, all our worries and anxieties unspoken.
Qin Hao drove Suo Wanling and her son away. I also drove my mother, Wen Xiaoting, He Xiaoqin, and Chen Airei home. My mood was terrible the whole way, worried about both Suo Wanling and Su Fei, as if it were the end of the world.
My mother didn't scold me much, but she kept sighing, and the two girls didn't say anything either.
That night, Su Fei and Chen Nianfei didn't go home. I guess the mother and daughter stayed at Su Fei's old apartment. By then, my mother and Qin Hao had moved into their new home.
At my house, my mother, in front of Qin Hao and the two girls, gave me a severe dressing-down.
"Son! How could you do this? Suo Wanling may look young and pretty, but she's still your mother-in-law, Nian Nian's grandmother! How could you..."
My mother couldn't continue and started crying. Qin Hao quickly put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her. After a while, my mother stopped crying and said, "Tell me honestly, how did all this happen?"
At this point, there was no point in hiding it anymore. I told them everything, including how I fell into prostitution, how I seduced Suo Wanling and Su Fei to get revenge on Su Jueming, and everything that happened afterward.
Only then did my mother, Qin Hao, and He Xiaoqin know that I had been a male prostitute. But they didn't despise me for it, because they understood that I was forced into this path.
“Brother…” He Xiaoqin knelt down in front of me, grasped my hand, and sobbed uncontrollably, “I’m sorry, it’s all because of me, I’m so sorry…”
I pulled her head into my arms and comforted her, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault, it’s all in the past…”
“Alas! What a tragedy! Heaven is so cruel.” My mother sighed and wept.
Wen Xiaoting was also wiping away tears, and Qin Hao took off his glasses to wipe them, his eyes also glistening with tears.
The next afternoon, Su Fei called me to Suo Wanling’s place. Chen Mohui was sleeping in the bedroom at the time, the little guy completely unaware of what had happened.
Su Fei burst into tears, saying that she had suspected I was having an affair for the past few months, but she never expected it was with her mother.
"Now tell me, is Mo Hui your child? Is his father Chen Junhao?" Her voice was chillingly cold.
Su Wanling kept her head down, silently weeping. Su Fei's icy gaze fell on me, and I lowered my head, nodding weakly.
Her tears flowed, and her cold gaze turned to my mother, "So, you haven't remarried, you don't have a husband at all, right?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Su Wanling said, still with her head down, sobbing.
Sophie's tears streamed down her face. She wiped them away, choking back sobs, "You're all so shameless, so disgusting..."
She then glared at her mother, heartbroken, and said, "You didn't know what happened four years ago, but what about now? You still don't know? You know he's my husband, the man I love, yet you still try to take him from me? You actually stole a man from your own daughter! Do you even deserve to be a mother?"
Su Wanling was speechless, only able to sob repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Heh..." Sophie sneered, "Chen Mohui... Now I finally understand the true meaning behind the name you gave him. You actually had an affair with the man your daughter loved, with your own son-in-law, and even had a child with him, and you have no regrets. You're truly shameless. Is there any other woman in the world as shameless as you?"
I couldn't bear to listen anymore. Although I was filled with shame, I still said, "Feifei, you shouldn't say that about Wanling. It's all my fault..."
"Shut up!" Sophie roared, jumping up and lunging at me, slapping me repeatedly across the face while yelling, "Chen Junhao, you bastard! Even now you're still protecting her, protecting this shameless woman. I loved you so much, gave you everything, and this is how you treat me..."
Suo Wanling rushed over, crying to her daughter, "Don't hit him..."
With a "slap," Sophie turned and slapped her mother. Suo Wanling gasped, covering her face, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Sophie pointed to her heart, tears flowing freely, sobbing, "You two were once the people I loved most. What did I do wrong to deserve this? You're so cruel, so incredibly cruel!"
She finished speaking, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door.

126.
"Feifei..." Suo Wanling cried out, kneeling behind her daughter, "I was wrong, Mom was wrong, Mom is so sorry..."
she sobbed uncontrollably. Sophie said coldly, "You're not my mother. You don't deserve the word 'mother' at all."
She turned to her mother, tears streaming down her face, "Suo Wanling, our twenty-nine years of mother-daughter relationship ends here. From now on, you are no longer my mother, nor Nian Nian's grandmother, and I no longer have a younger brother named Chen Mohui. As for whether Xiaoqiang acknowledges you as his mother, that's his own business."
She turned away again after saying that. Suo Wanling cried out in unbearable pain, "Feifei..."
Sophie tilted her head back, letting the tears slide down her face, opened the door, and slammed it shut as she left.
"Feifei..." Suo Wanling was still kneeling on the ground, crying out in heart-wrenching sobs.
I went over and knelt beside her, embracing her. She buried her face in my chest and wept uncontrollably.
Suddenly, she pushed me away, stood up, and dragged me towards the door, "Go away, go away, I don't want to see you..."
"Wanling, don't do this, Wanling..."
No matter how much I begged, she was unmoved, pushing me away like a madwoman until she reached the door.
“Wanling, listen to me…”
“I won’t listen, get out!” She opened the door, pushed me out, and slammed it shut.
I knocked on the door and called out to her, but she cried out from inside, “Chen Junhao, if you don’t leave, I’ll jump off the building with our son, I’ll kill myself right in front of you, you believe me?”
My heart ached, tears streamed down my face, and I pressed my forehead against the door, sobbing, “Wanling, Wanling…”
“Go! Go…” she cried from inside.
A few days later, Su Wanling took Chen Mohui back to Austria. Not long after, Su Fei and I went through with our divorce. Chen Nianfei stayed with her, and I had limited visitation rights, but I had to inform Su Fei beforehand and get her consent.
Although I still loved her and couldn’t bear to part with my daughter, there was nothing I could do but accept all her decisions and conditions. I felt I owed her too much, something I could never repay in this life, only in the next!
On the day of the divorce, as we left the Civil Affairs Bureau, Sophie told me that the child she had become pregnant with unexpectedly wasn't mine, but rather that of her college classmate, Li Junfeng.
"How does it feel? This cuckold's horns don't taste good, do they? Chen Junhao, we're even. From now on, I am me, and you are you. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."
Sophie said, then walked away without looking back. Watching her departing figure, and recalling the years we'd spent together, my heart ached like it was being pierced by needles, but I could only accept my fate.
From then on, I began a life of debauchery. The three women I loved all left me one after another. If Ji Yalei's departure was due to someone else's actions, then the departure of this mother and daughter was entirely my own doing.
My soul felt hollowed out; I spent my days doing nothing but drinking and sleeping. I even sold my shares in the decoration company to my two partners, and I stopped painting altogether, becoming like a walking corpse.
My mother was heartbroken to see me like this, but she was helpless.
One October day, I was drowning my sorrows in a bar again. In my drunken stupor, someone tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey bro, it really is you?"
I looked up and, still slightly tipsy, asked, "Zhang Xiang, what are you doing here?"
Zhang Xiang sat down and said, "This bar is owned by my girlfriend, and I'm helping her run it."
"Your girlfriend? Zhao Lin?" I asked.
Zhang Xiang smiled and nodded. I lightly punched him in the chest and laughed, "Well, you're with Zhao Lin after all."
He looked down and chuckled, "Bro, you're right. You have to take responsibility for your own actions."
I took a sip of my drink and sighed, "You're lucky, you can still bear it yourself. Some people can't even do it if they want to!"
Zhang Xiang asked, "Bro, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing..." I smiled, picked up my glass, and said, "Come on, have a drink with me."
He beckoned to the bartender, who handed him an empty glass. As he poured his drink, he asked, "Brother, how have you been lately? How are you all doing? Tingting, she..."
I said, "Don't ask me, just tell me about yourself."
Zhang Xiang clinked glasses with me, took a sip of his drink, and said, "Back then, after Zhao Lin gave birth, she became a mistress to a wealthy older man to make a living and opened this bar. More than half a year ago, she broke up with that older man..."
He sighed, looking at the glass in his hand, and said, "Brother, you're right. Zhao Lin loved me very much. She might be the woman who loved me the most in the world, otherwise she wouldn't have done so much for me, given so much. At that time, I only had eyes for Tingting. Actually, the world is vast, and taking a step back can open up a whole new world. Besides, I have to be the father of my own son, don't you think, brother?"
"Of course," I smiled at him, though my feelings were complicated.
That's exactly what I thought—I had to be the father of my own son, but I never imagined it would end like this.
As we were talking, a woman said, "Zhang Xiang, who is this brother?"
Zhang Xiang replied, "He's the one I've been telling you about, Chen Junhao, Brother Chen."
"Oh, Brother Chen, hello, hello! I'm Zhao Lin, I've often heard my Zhang Xiang mention you," Zhao Lin said with a smile, extending her right hand warmly to me.
I shook her hand and smiled, "I'm so happy you two are together."
Although Zhao Lin wasn't as pretty as Wen Xiaoting, she was still quite pretty, taller than Wen Xiaoting, and dressed very fashionably, revealing a glimpse of cleavage, which was quite an eyesore. I tried my best to avoid looking at that deep cleavage.
“It’s all thanks to you, Brother Chen…” Zhao Lin said shyly, glancing at Zhang Xiang, “He told me everything.”
I laughed, “I only said a few words; it was mainly up to this kid himself. If he weren’t a man, if he didn’t have a man’s heart, all my words would be in vain.”
Zhang Xiang patted my shoulder and said, “Brother, thank you.”
I picked up my glass again and smiled at him, “No need for thanks, just drink with me.”
“Okay, I’ll drink with you,” Zhang Xiang said.
Zhao Lin stopped him, “Hey, brother, you can’t drink anymore.”
Zhang Xiang raised his hand, signaling his girlfriend not to interfere. Zhao Lin sighed and had no choice
but to give up. In the end, I got completely drunk. Zhang Xiang insisted on taking me home, but I refused. When they couldn’t reach an agreement, Zhao Lin told Zhang Xiang to call Wen Xiaoting.
Wen Xiaoting arrived, and Zhang Xiang helped me into her car. He saw Zhao Lin and Wen Xiaoting talking and silently walked away.
“Tingting, we used to be best friends. I never thought things would turn out like this,” Zhao Lin said.
Wen Xiaoting shrugged and smiled slightly. "It's all fate's arrangement; no one can escape it."
"Tingting, do you...hate me?" Zhao Lin asked anxiously.
"Why would I hate you? You love Zhang Xiang very much; he should be with you."
Wen Xiaoting paused, then said, "He's happier with you than with me. You can give him what I can't, and that's enough."
She finished speaking, turned, and got into her car, but Zhao Lin called after her, "Tingting, can we still be friends?"
Wen Xiaoting turned back and smiled calmly, "Some things, though in the past, still happened. I wish you happiness."
She got into her car and drove away, watched by Zhao Lin.
Wen Xiaoting took me to her house. As soon as I entered, I ran to the bathroom and vomited violently on the toilet. While patting my back, Wen Xiaoting complained, "Drink, drink, drink until you're drunk."
She paused, then said, "What's wrong with Zhang Xiang? We'll settle the score with him tomorrow."
I had almost finished vomiting and waved my hands, saying, "It's not Zhang Xiang's fault..."
After I finished vomiting, Wen Xiaoting helped me rinse my mouth, washed my face, and then helped me lie down on the bed. Soon, I fell asleep.
I kept having dreams, sometimes dreaming of Su Wanling, sometimes of Su Fei, dreaming that they left me, shouting "Don't go!" Then I woke up abruptly.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Wen Xiaoting asked, supporting me.
In that instant, she became Suo Wanling in my eyes. I hugged her tightly and murmured, "Wanling, is that you? Wanling, you're back?"
As I spoke, I kissed Wen Xiaoting. She tried to avoid me and struggled a few times, but we kissed, and I pressed her down on the bed...
As I thrust into Wen Xiaoting, I kept saying, "Wanling, I love you! Don't leave me..."
"I love you too, I love you so much!" Wen Xiaoting kissed me while tears streamed down her face.
She cried as we made love until I ejaculated deep inside her.

127.
When I came to my senses, I realized I had mistaken her for someone else. I jumped out of bed, turned my back to Wen Xiaoting, and sat on the edge of the bed, muttering to myself, "I'm sorry, I was drunk, I didn't mean to..."
I was filled with fear and remorse. How could I have had a relationship with someone I had always considered a sister? I wanted to slap myself.
Wen Xiaoting hugged me from behind, her small but round and perky breasts pressed tightly against my back. She said softly, "Brother, I don't blame you. It was my own choice."
I pried her hands off and got up to put on my clothes. She jumped off the bed naked and stood in front of me, saying, "Look at me."
I stared at her blankly. She said, "Do you love me?"
I lowered my head. "I've said it before, I only see you as a sister."
"But I love you!" Tears streamed down her face as she pointed in a certain direction. "My love for you is no less than the love you have for those three women..."
She pointed to her cleavage again and continued, "Why can't you try to love me?"
"I'm sorry, Tingting, I can't," I said apologetically.
Wen Xiaoting turned away, covering her face and weeping. I held her arms in both hands and said softly, "Tingting, I..."
but hesitated, unsure what to say. She suddenly turned around, her eyes blurry with tears, and stared at me. "Since you love her, why don't you go find her? You love her so much, you kept calling her name just now, why don't you go find her over there?"
She shook me, shouting, "Go find her!"
I shook my head and smiled bitterly, "Before she left, her attitude was so firm, she wouldn't see me again."
"How will you know if you don't try?" Wen Xiaoting said.
I stared at her blankly, lost in thought...
Three weeks later, I boarded a flight to Austria. Wen Xiaoting's words that night had awakened me. Rather than continuing to live a life of debauchery, I should go to Austria to find Suo Wanling and her son.
Although I knew that doing so would still be very unfair to Su Fei, there was absolutely no possibility of reconciliation between us, so why should I abandon that mother and son?
If God insisted that I hurt one of the mother and daughter, and had already made me hurt Su Fei, then all I could do was not to hurt the other. As for Su Fei, let me repay the debt I owed her in this life in my next life.
Wen Xiaoting insisted on seeing me off to the airport. Ever since that night we slept together, I've found it hard to face her every time I see her, but she acts as if nothing happened, still chatting and laughing with me.
"Brother, good luck! You have to bring Aunt Wanling and Xiao Mo Hui back!" Wen Xiaoting clenched her fist and smiled at me.
I just smiled back at her and turned to walk towards the security gate. I felt that among the women I had wronged, this girl was one of them. Her unrequited love and affection for me had always been something I could never repay.
Before going through the security gate, I glanced back. Wen Xiaoting was still standing there watching me go. Seeing me turn around, she clenched her fist again and smiled broadly, "Good luck!"
I waved to her and went through the security gate. What I didn't know was that the moment my figure disappeared through the security gate, Wen Xiaoting burst into tears, thinking to herself, "Chen Junhao, you bastard!"
Suddenly, she felt nauseous and quickly ran to the restroom.
It was mid-November, and while Guangzhou was still warm, Austria, located in north-central Europe, had already entered winter. Stepping out of Salzburg airport and into a taxi, all I could see was a blanket of white snow.
My heart, however, was filled with warmth, for I was about to see my loved one and son. I hadn't told anyone here about this trip, fearing that Suo Wanling wouldn't want to see me.
The taxi quickly arrived in Hallstatt. I had heard Suo Wanling say before that winters here were beautiful, like a fairytale world. Now, seeing it for myself, it truly lived up to its reputation. Rows of medieval-style buildings stood amidst the white snow, truly like stepping into a fairytale, breathtakingly beautiful.
I thought, if only I could spend my whole life in such a place with my loved one and child!
With excitement, the taxi took me to a house by the lake. Just as I paid the fare and sent the taxi away, a man and a woman emerged from the house—Rudy and Jessica. They were stunned to see me.
"Hi! Rudy, Jessica," I greeted them cheerfully.
Rudy looked incredulous and muttered in German, "Oh, my God!"
"Junhao, what brings you here?" Jessica asked as she approached.
"I'm looking for Wanling, is she there?" I smiled.
A pang of sadness appeared in Jessica's eyes. "Come with me!"
When we arrived at Suo Wanling's room, I didn't see her, but instead saw her portrait on the wall and an urn of ashes on the wall cabinet.
I was stunned. I had come all this way only to find this.
"No, no, you must be joking. Where is Wanling? I need to see her..."
I refused to believe what I was seeing. I turned and left the room, calling out "Wanling," "Wanling," searching the entire house, upstairs and downstairs, inside and out.
"Dad..." With a shout, I saw Chen Mohui standing in the garden. I went over and knelt down in front of him, anxiously asking, "Son, where's your mother? Where is she? Tell Dad, where is she?"
Jessica grabbed my shoulder, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Junhao, Godmother is gone, she's really gone."
I stood up and yelled at her, "You're lying to me! I don't believe you! This joke isn't funny at all! I have to find her!"
I rushed off to look elsewhere, but Rudy stopped me. This tall, strong German man grabbed my shoulders with both hands and said, "Hey! Buddy, listen to this, Wanling is indeed dead. She's in heaven, with God."
I finally gave up my last hope, my legs went weak, and I knelt down in Rudy's arms. At the same time, a heart-wrenching cry burst from my throat, "Wanling..."
Jessica, standing beside me with her arms around Chen Mohui's shoulders, looked at me with tears in her eyes.
As my sobs subsided, Rudy helped me up from the ground, and the four of us went into the house.
“How did Wanling die?” I asked.
“Three days ago, she committed suicide by cutting her wrists in the bathtub…”
Jessica’s words made me look up at her in surprise. She continued, “I was planning to tell you these past two days, but I didn’t expect you to come so suddenly. Maybe there really is such a thing as telepathy?”
“No, darling…” Rudy put his arm around his lover’s shoulder and said, “It was God’s arrangement, God guided Junhao here.”
“Why did she commit suicide?” I asked again.
Jessica told me everything. A year ago, Suo Wanling was diagnosed with multiple system atrophy, a terminal neurological disease that is incurable. Once the disease flares up, the patient’s life is worse than death, with a lifespan ranging from several years to a few months. Fortunately, Suo Wanling was still in the latent stage of the disease at that time.
After learning about her condition, Suo Wanling asked Jessica to choose a reliable family to adopt Chen Mohui after her death. In Europe, many middle-class families are keen on adopting children. Jessica herself was brought here by an Austrian couple.
“But how could I bear to hand Mo Hui over to someone else? From that moment on, I decided that if my godmother really passed away, I would raise Mo Hui myself, because if it weren’t for my godmother saving me back then, I wouldn’t be alive now…”
Jessica sobbed as she continued her story. Originally, Suo Wanling planned to never tell me that she had given birth to my son. But after falling ill, she changed her mind, which led to our meeting after the Spring Festival this year.
She only wanted me to see my son one last time without knowing the truth, so we could at least be father and son in this life. But at that time, she couldn’t control her emotions and blurted out the truth, which led to the series of events that followed.
Some time ago, while in China, Suo Wanling discovered that she was starting to experience symptoms of her illness. After returning to Austria, she felt deeply guilty towards her daughter, and she didn’t want to live a life that was neither human nor ghost after the illness flared up, so she chose to commit suicide.
I suddenly remembered that when I last came to Austria to see Suo Wanling and her son, I lied to Sophie, saying that a friend of mine living in Hungary had been diagnosed with multiple system atrophy and that I was here to see him one last time. At that time, I never imagined that Suo Wanling really had this rare terminal illness. For a moment, I felt as if my words had come true, that I had harmed Suo Wanling, even though she fell ill before I came to Austria to find her and her son.
I was overwhelmed with grief and buried my head in my hands. Jessica, seeing this, put her hand on my shoulder. “Junhao, don’t be too sad. This was your godmother’s own choice. She once told me that a woman’s life should bloom beautifully like a flower…”
She choked up, “She was so beautiful in life, and she loved beauty. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to live without dignity. We should understand her.”
After saying this, Jessica leaned against Rudy and sobbed. Rudy comforted his girlfriend for a while, then said, “Darling, you should explain more important things to Junhao.”
So, Jessica took out the two farewell letters Suo Wanling had left for me and Sophie, as well as a will.
"In her suicide note, my godmother asked me to adopt Mo Hui, and she set aside 1.5 million euros for his upbringing," Jessica said.
"Why? Mo Hui has a father; he's not an orphan," I asked, puzzled.
She sighed, "My godmother did all this for you and Fei Fei. She still hoped you and Fei Fei could continue being together, so she sacrificed herself to ensure your happiness and to prevent Mo Hui from becoming an obstacle between you."
Tears streamed down my face. I thought to myself, "Wanling, you foolish woman, what's done is done."

128.
According to Su Wanling's suicide note and will, before returning to Austria, she had the distribution of her assets notarized in China.
Su Wanling had assets of 35 million RMB. Excluding the 1.5 million euros she set aside for Chen Mo Hui in Austria, she divided the remaining assets into three parts for Su Fei, Su Xiaoqiang, and me. Su Fei received 15 million RMB, and Su Xiaoqiang and I split the remaining 50%. Furthermore, she bequeathed her two properties in Austria—one in Vienna and this lakeside house—to Jessica, who had been with her for four years.
I understand her intention. Sophie, the only one of her three children not her biological child, received the largest share of her inheritance because she wanted to apologize to Sophie in this way, regardless of whether Sophie forgave her.
The reason she also gave me a share stems from her love for me, and because I am the father of her youngest son.
One can imagine the meticulous consideration and careful arrangements she made before committing suicide. What kind of grief must she have felt as she made these arrangements, bidding a final farewell to her loved ones? Just thinking about it overwhelms me with sorrow.
The winter nights in Hallstatt are so chilly, yet so enchanting, just as beautiful as during the day.
Walking through the deserted streets of the town, clutching the suicide note Suo Wanling left me, I thought of our promise made six months ago when I first came to Austria, to meet her in this fairytale-like town in winter.
Now I'm here, but she's gone. Everything has changed; how can I not be overwhelmed with grief?
I went into a small pub, ordered a German dark beer, and unfolded Suo Wanling's suicide note.
"Junhao, my dearest husband. Although we weren't married, I still consider you my husband, my only husband in this life."
"My dear, I love you, I really love you so much! Please forgive my departure, because as Tagore said, life is as brilliant as summer flowers, death as serene as autumn leaves. I have lived up to that, so don't be sad for me, don't grieve for me."
"Husband, now that I'm gone, please continue to live well, live well for me. If possible, reconcile with Feifei, okay? You two should be together. But I don't know if she will still forgive you, forgive me? I owe her in this life, I'll repay her in the next."
"So, you don't need to take Mo Hui back. Let him stay with Jessica; that girl will raise him well and take good care of him. I've also set aside 1.5 million euros for Mo Hui's growth fund, enough for him to grow up and start a family in the future."
"Husband, I truly love you so much. You made me understand the meaning of life and experience the sweetness of love. Just like the name I gave Mo Hui, I will never regret meeting you, getting to know you, falling in love with you, and giving birth to our son. My only regret is that I can no longer be with you and our son in this life, but there's nothing I can do about it."
"My dear, farewell. Although I don't want to go, I can't stop my steps towards the end of my life. I only wish to be husband and
wife in the next life." "Your loving wife, Suo Wanling, wrote this in the final moments of her life in Hallstatt, Austria."
After reading the last word, I couldn't help but sob uncontrollably, calling out the name that haunted my dreams and broke my heart again and again, "Wanling, Wanling..."
I solemnly told Jessica that I wanted to take Chen Mo Hui back to China. My own son must be cared for by myself; I will be his father myself.
“But my godmother’s last wish was for me to take care of Mo Hui. I can’t go back on my promise to her. Besides, I love Mo Hui very much; I feel like I can’t live without him,” Jessica said, troubled.
Rudy comforted her, “Darling, although I love Mo Hui very much too, and we don’t plan to have our own children, can you bear to see them separated? I think Wanling’s spirit in heaven will understand.”
And so, I embarked on my journey back to China with the urns containing Chen Mo Hui and Suo Wanling’s ashes. At Salzburg Airport, as we parted, Jessica hugged Chen Mo Hui, tears streaming down her face. From the time Chen Mo Hui was born until now, she had been with this younger brother for three years and had developed a deep affection for him.
Chen Mohui was also reluctant to part with his older sister. He hugged Jessica's waist, looked up at her, and asked, "Sister Jessica, will you come to China to see me?"
Jessica wiped away Chen Mohui's tears as she cried, "I will, I will definitely come to China to see you."
Rudy and I hugged each other, wished each other well, and then, with the couple watching us go, we led Chen Mohui through the security gate.
The father and son returned to Suizhou and, as usual, underwent a fourteen-day quarantine. After the quarantine period, Wen Xiaoting and He Xiaoqin came to the hotel to pick us up, along with Suo Wanling's urn. I had already told the two girls about Suo Wanling's death.
As soon as I got into Wen Xiaoting's car, I was overcome with grief and cried uncontrollably. Wen Xiaoting leaned over from the driver's seat, hugged me, comforted me, and cried with me. He Xiaoqin hugged Chen Mohui in the back seat, also weeping uncontrollably.
Back in Suizhou, I sank even deeper into despair. I lost my appetite and couldn't sleep, becoming increasingly listless and thinner.
My mother saw this and was heartbroken. For several days, she and Qin Hao, along with Chen Airei, stayed at my house to take care of me and Chen Mohui, even temporarily closing their shop. Wen Xiaoting also frequently visited to help my mother.
One evening, when I refused to eat, my mother sat by the bed, trying to feed me, but I wouldn't open my mouth, my eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Son, please eat at least a bite? You won't eat, drink, or sleep; how can this go on?" my mother pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
He Xiaoqin and Wen Xiuxiu, one holding a bowl of vegetables, the other a bowl of soup, watched me lying on the bed, tears streaming down their faces.
Wen Xiaoting, who was having dinner with Qin Hao in the living room, couldn't stand it anymore after hearing my mother's words. She came into the bedroom and said to my mother, "Aunt Yun, let me do it."
She took the bowl of rice from my mother's hand, scooped a spoonful of rice, and forced it into my mouth, saying, "Eat! I told you to eat..."
I still wouldn't open my mouth. My mother said anxiously, "Tingting, what are you doing?"
Wen Xiaoting didn't say anything, put down the bowl, and walked away. After a while, she came in with a large glass of water and said to my mother, who was cleaning the rice grains from my mouth and chest, "Aunt Yun, move aside."
As soon as my mother moved aside, Wen Xiaoting splashed a full glass of cold water on my face.
"Tingting, why did you splash my son? Are you crazy?" my mother shouted.
"Aunt Yun, don't interfere." Wen Xiaoting said, grabbing my collar with both hands, "Get up..."
I don't know where she got the strength, but she dragged me off the bed and made me sit on the floor.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" My mother was about to stop Wen Xiaoting when Qin Hao pulled her back. "Just leave it at that."
"Chen Junhao, you bastard..." Wen Xiaoting pointed at me and yelled, "Aunt Wanling is gone, she's not coming back. Who are you trying to fool with this? The dead are gone, the living should live on, don't you understand that?"
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Even if you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your two sons? If you die, who are you going to leave Mo Hui and Ai Lei? Who are you going to be fair to? Are you going to be fair to Aunt Yun, who worries about you so much every day, or to..." "How can I face Uncle Qin, who cooks for you every day and reheats your food again and again when you don't eat it?"
She pointed to He Xiaoqin and Wen Xiuxiu beside her, "Or how can I face your two sisters who cried because of you?"
At this point, tears streamed down her face. She knelt down in front of me, grabbed my collar with both hands, and cried, "Or how can I face you when I heard you call other women's names while we were making love, and I still told you I loved you?"
After she finished speaking, she hugged my neck and buried her face in my shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. Everyone looked at each other in dismay when they heard her last sentence.
Suddenly, Wen Xiaoting vomited, covered her mouth, and ran to the bathroom. My mother frowned and quickly followed her...
On the day Suo Wanling's ashes were buried, in addition to our whole family, Su Fei and her brother, along with Chen Nianfei and Su Xiaoqiang's girlfriend Jingjing, also came to send their mother off on her final journey.
In front of Suo Wanling's tombstone, Su Fei hugged Chen Mohui and cried for a long time, and Su Xiaoqiang also hugged his younger brother. I think the siblings still acknowledge their brother and have forgiven their mother. However, they didn't speak to me the entire time, so I doubt they'll ever forgive me.
During this time, Sophie and Wen Xiaoting talked privately away from the crowd. Sophie asked her sister, "Are you with me now?
" "I don't know if he'll accept me! But I love him," Wen Xiaoting smiled slightly.
"Do you think he'll love you?" Sophie said, looking at the tombstone. "The one he truly loves will always be the woman on that tombstone."
Wen Xiaoting smiled through her tears, "I know! But it doesn't matter, as long as he's willing to be with me, that's enough."
Sophie sighed softly and was about to leave when Wen Xiaoting asked, "Sister, will we still be sisters?"
Sophie smiled slightly, "Of course, you and Xiaoqin will always be my sisters."
As they were about to part, Sophie hugged Chen Airei and kissed him several times, saying to the little one through tears, "Mommy can't take care of you anymore. From now on, you have to listen to Daddy, Grandma, and Aunties."
She had been Chen Airei's mother for two years, and her bond with the little one was quite deep. Moreover, she had promised at Ji Yalei's grave that she would raise Chen Airei to adulthood. Who knew what would happen later?
I was naturally reluctant to part with Chen Nianfei, and in the years to come, I knew my care for her would be far less than my care for her two older brothers. The thought filled me with guilt.
When we left, Su Fei was still sitting quietly by her mother's grave, gazing at the portrait on the tombstone, unwilling to leave for a long time. Su Xiaoqiang and Jingjing had no choice but to wait for her nearby with Chen Nianfei.
Perhaps, in her heart, she was saying her final farewell to her beloved mother.

(To be continued)

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