Chapter 63

Rong Jin was stunned on the spot. “…?”

My dear mother, what on earth are you saying? Do you know what kind of relationship she and I have?

Su Qingqiu was also stunned.

She had never expected Rong Mother to have this idea.

But…

Su Xijing was delighted. “Great! Great! Aunt Rong Jin can live with us, and Xixi will help take care of her too!”

Rong Mother noticed their strange expressions and recalled what Xiao Qiangwei had told her about their rocky relationship. She also remembered Su Qingqiu mentioning that there was a misunderstanding between them.

However, the affection in Su Qingqiu’s eyes couldn’t be faked.

She thought, Young people these days are so awkward.

And oddly cute.

Maybe there really is some misunderstanding? But if it’s a misunderstanding, they can just clear it up over a meal.

Rong Mother said understandingly, “Qingqiu told me there’s a misunderstanding between you two. Come on, what kind of misunderstanding could there be between young people? Just sit down for a meal and talk it out. So, what exactly is this misunderstanding?”

Everyone exchanged glances.

No one except Rong Jin and Su Qingqiu knew what had actually happened between them.

Upon hearing this, Rong Jin instinctively looked toward Su Qingqiu.

Su Qingqiu hadn’t expected Rong Mother to blurt it out so bluntly. The old incident with Chen Ke from over a decade ago was suddenly brought up, starkly laid bare between them. She panicked for a moment and instinctively wanted to say something. “I…”

But Rong Jin interrupted her suddenly, saying helplessly, “It’s all ancient history, nothing worth talking about. Mom, I’m not kidding—you suggesting Qiangwei take care of me would be way more reliable than having President Su do it.”

Xiao Qiangwei chimed in, “Yeah, Auntie, I can take care of the boss. I’ve been with her for six years and seen it all. No problem!”

The atmosphere suddenly grew awkward.

Rong Mother saw how unwilling Rong Jin was and how hesitant Su Qingqiu looked. She wondered if her good intentions had backfired.

But she had always been good at reading people—she wasn’t wrong.

Rong Mother said, “In that case, then…”

Su Qingqiu suddenly interjected, “I can do it.”

Rong Mother was caught off guard. “…What?”

Su Qingqiu said, “I can take care of her.”

Rong Mother hesitated. “It won’t be too much trouble for you?”

Su Qingqiu nailed it down. “No trouble at all.”

Since Su Qingqiu had agreed, the matter was settled.

No one even asked for Rong Jin’s opinion.

Rong Jin: “…”

Why did she feel like she’d just been sold out?

Taking care of a patient with limited mobility was extremely troublesome, even if she was highly self-sufficient. With her left leg fractured, she’d need a wheelchair most of the time—it wouldn’t be easy.

So why had Su Qingqiu agreed?

…

Rong Mother finally approved her discharge, and Rong Jin eagerly had Xiao Qiangwei handle the paperwork and buy tickets back home.

Rong Father and Rong Mother were heading back too. Their flight to their hometown was earlier, so they left first.

Rong Jin had a strong constitution and her complexion had improved nicely. Xiao Qiangwei pushed her wheelchair out of the hospital. Xiao Qin Feng was returning with them too. The driver was already waiting at the entrance. They got in the car and sped toward the airport.

Xiao Qiangwei asked curiously, “Boss, what exactly happened between you and President Su back then? You’ve never mentioned it to me. Tell me about it.”

Rong Jin shook her head. “It was many years ago. Nothing worth bringing up.”

But she recalled Su Qingqiu saying it was a misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding?

Yet after all these years, Su Qingqiu had never offered her any explanation.

What kind of misunderstanding was that?

Xiao Qiangwei said, “Boss, you’re really letting President Su take care of you? Aren’t you afraid she’ll poison you?”

Rong Jin: “…”

It wouldn’t go that far.

Rong Jin said, “She won’t actually take care of me. Once we’re back, find me a live-in housekeeper first. Money’s no object.”

Xiao Qiangwei’s eyes widened. “Didn’t you say I should take care of you?”

Rong Jin laughed. “How could I? You need to get off work, relax, date if you want, go drinking and clubbing—live it up. What are you thinking, taking care of me?”

Xiao Qiangwei wanted to say more, but they had arrived at the airport.

Su Qingqiu and Su Xijing had gone back to the villa first to grab some things. They were on the same flight back home and were already waiting in the terminal.

Su Xijing spotted Rong Jin and waved her chubby little hands excitedly. “Auntie, we’re over here!”

Su Qingqiu tightened her grip on Su Xijing’s hand.

Xiao Qiangwei pushed Rong Jin over.

Rong Jin thought back to the time she’d been mistaken for Su Xijing—some real embarrassments there. Now, being around Su Qingqiu, she felt awkwardly self-conscious after the fact.

Su Xijing wasn’t embarrassed at all. She was thrilled at the thought of Rong Jin living with them after they got back. “Auntie, are you really going to live with us?”

Rong Jin smiled. “Auntie can take care of herself. I won’t impose.”

Su Xijing’s face fell in disappointment. “But Xixi likes Auntie and wants to live with you.”

Rong Jin touched her cheek.

She wondered how Su Qingqiu, with her aloof personality, had raised such an adorable child.

Then Su Qingqiu spoke up unexpectedly. “I think your mom is right. Good housekeepers are hard to find these days, and it’s tough to get proper care. Besides, I promised your mom I’d look after you… I can’t go back on my word.”

Rong Jin looked up at her. Su Qingqiu’s jaw was clenched tight, and she wouldn’t meet her eyes.

She seemed a bit nervous.

Rong Jin wanted to say something but had no words.

They boarded the plane in silence and stayed that way the whole flight.

Rong Jin sat with Xiao Qiangwei, Su Qingqiu and Su Xijing were right behind them, and Xiao Qin Feng was alone in the last row.

The flight took off at five in the afternoon and landed at nine the next evening.

In the dead of night around three a.m., Rong Jin’s leg still ached a bit. She couldn’t sleep and grew tired from staring at work documents too long, so she closed her eyes to rest.

Suddenly, a wave of warmth enveloped her as someone gently draped a blanket over her.

She figured it was probably Xiao Qiangwei.

But since when was she so attentive?

Thinking this, she opened her eyes.

Xiao Qiangwei was drooling in her sleep beside her, mumbling dreamily now and then.

The cabin was quiet, with no one speaking—only the occasional sound of flight attendants moving about.

She clutched the blanket and glanced back.

Su Qingqiu had just sat back down. She was holding another blanket, carefully tucking it over the soundly sleeping Su Xijing. Seeming to sense her gaze, she looked up.

Their eyes met in the darkness.

Rong Jin had excellent night vision; she could even make out the shadow of her long, curled lashes.

Su Qingqiu quickly looked away.