C23

Liu Bingbing had been by Murong Aotian's side for many years, so everyone could clearly see her ability to work. If she quit her job in a fit of anger, it would be too difficult to retrain a skilled and mature assistant. As a housekeeper, the only thing she could do was to follow behind him and help him with all the necessary chores.

"Young master, what happened? What can I do for you? " Housekeeper Li walked over to Murong Aotian's side and asked while nodding his head.

"Help me find out where Su Wanbai is now." Murong Aotian drew randomly on the white paper in front of him with a pencil.

Housekeeper Li took a few steps closer, and lowered his head to take a closer look. Whether it was the scrawl or the strong brushes, all of them were Su Wanbai's names.

"Alright." Housekeeper Li said with a smile.

Half an hour later, she hurried back to the CEO's office.

"The Miss Su followed the tour group to Ontario, southern Canada. However, the travel routes are not fixed and will change with the weather, so the exact location is unknown. "Look, is there a need to send someone …" The Housekeeper Li said slowly.

"No need!" Murong Aotian rolled up the paper in front of him that was full of names and threw it into the trash.

Those bodyguards were really useless, they actually lost even a single person! Murong Aotian ordered the Housekeeper Li to fire all the bodyguards who were sent to Vancouver, leaving no one alive.

In fact, these bodyguards were also wrongly accused. Su Wanbai's registration at the travel agency was under an assumed name, and on that day, several cars left at the same time, and in the middle, Su Wanbai and her father got on the wrong car. Although the bodyguards were divided into three sides, Su Wanbai's car ended up missing the net.

At this time, Su Wanbai was in a good mood after receiving her call from "Teacher Zhang". She asked Murong Aotian where she was, and it seemed that there was no one following her.

The tour guide wanted to liven up the atmosphere and asked who was the first to present a song, Su Wanbai was the first one to raise her hand.

She sashayed over to the guide and sang a very cheerful nursery rhyme. Su Huali shook his head helplessly as he clapped at his daughter's tempo.

This little girl was like a small child in front of him. Everyone felt that she was too aloof and proud, with a face hanging every day, as if others owed her money. It was as if everyone else owed her money. In fact, as a father, he was the only one who could understand his own daughter. Having grown up in an environment devoid of love, he could not help but feel gloomy and unattractive.

The sight of his daughter dancing with joy caused Su Huali to be unable to resist from becoming dazed, and his vision gradually became blurry …

Many years ago, Mo Xinran had long, shoulder-length hair like this as well. She was the most beautiful girl in a group of dancers, and even now, he could still clearly remember the feeling of her heart pounding the first time she saw her. At that time, she was also twenty years old. She had a figure and body similar to her daughter Wanbai, and every frown and smile was extremely similar. Wanbai had inherited her mother's beauty. No matter where she went, she would attract the attention of everyone from the opposite sex.

"Dad, I want to drink water!" After Su Wanbai finished singing, she returned back to his father's side with satisfaction.

"Oh." Su Huali took out his mobile phone from his bag and handed it over to his daughter absent-mindedly.

"Water!" Su Wanbai blinked her big eyes, her face full of suspicions.

Su Huali finally came back to his senses, he found some water and passed it to his daughter.

"You miss your mother, right?" Su Wanbai's voice had become a little hoarse from nervousness.

Dad never mentioned Mom in all these years." When she was young, she had asked him many times, but her father had either changed the subject or pretended not to hear her. Su Wan still remembered the pained expression on his face. When she was older and more obedient and sensible, she didn't dare to mention her mother again. She knew her mother wasn't dead. She was just gone, and there was no more news. On a fortuitous occasion, under her father's pillow, she saw a badly scuffed picture of her father and a woman together. That was the first time she knew her mother was that beautiful.

"Yes." Su Huali decided not to hide anything anymore. His daughter had grown up, there was reason to know everything about his mother.

From her father's intermittent narration, her impression of her mother is more stereoscopic and intuitive. Her father's gentle personality and poor family background, especially her mother's persistent postpartum depression, had forced her to run away after a big fight with her father. Dad said he could understand everything Mom did. "In this lifetime, who wouldn't want to be happy?

"Will you forgive her if she reappears?" Su Wanbai asked curiously.

"I don't know either. It's just that I have a feeling that I'll meet her again sooner or later." Su Huali raised his head, his eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of faint mist.

The journey of nine days was short, relaxed, and filled one with endless memories. The father and daughter duo reluctantly set off on their journey back home.

"Can we not go home first?" Su Wanbai suddenly suggested.

"Why?" Dad asked.

"I heard Stanley Park was fun. I'd like to see it. Draw a watercolor." Su Wanbai said.

Stanley Park was the largest city park in North America, with the north side of the Bay of Malade and the west side of the Bay of England. It took up almost the entire north end of Vancouver City, with its beaches, lakes, and playgrounds. Su Wanbai had an inexplicable desire and expectation for the primeval forest. She wanted to draw inspiration from that mysterious forest to increase the splendor of her own painting.

Painting was her life, her everything. If there came a day when she could no longer paint, she would definitely live a life worse than death.

"Look at me," Su’s father slapped his forehead, "I forgot to bring you a drawing board!"

He knew his daughter best, and seeing the scenery was secondary. Painting was a must. Wanbai was different from the other children, the first reaction others had when they saw a beautiful scene was to take photos and remember their memories, while their daughter quickly took out a brush. Su’s father very obediently didn't request to take a picture with her, instead he quietly stood by the side and painted with her. During the nine days of travel, the sketchbook that his daughter had brought with her was already full.

The father and daughter took the bus to Stanley Park, where there was a stationery store.

"There's a bench over there. Go and take a look, I'll be right back." The Su’s father said.

"I'll go with you." Su Wanbai said.

"No need, you're tired. Rest for a while." The Su’s father said.

On the other hand, the stationery store had all the items available, and the Su’s father was carefully selecting them one by one. He had a smile on his face. To be able to do something for his daughter, even if it was a small matter, made him incomparably happy. He wished that his daughter would grow up slowly so that he could spend even longer time by her side, shielding her from the wind and the rain, doing everything he could for her.

"Boss, may I ask where the newsstand is?" A gentle voice sounded from the door. Although it was in English, Su’s father still subconsciously stopped what he was doing.

He felt his heart beating rapidly, and his mind emptied for a few seconds. The voice was so familiar, so familiar that it broke his heart. Was it her? Was it really her? Su’s father gripped the drawing board tightly, even his knuckles had turned slightly white. A mixed feeling kept churning in his heart, and he felt an inexplicable dizziness as distant memories once again came crashing in like a wave.

The middle-aged woman smiled and nodded as the owner described the address in detail.

She had only taken a dozen steps when a hoarse voice sounded from behind her. "Sheena, is that you?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned in place for a long time. When she turned around, tears were already streaming down her face.

She thought that she would never have the chance to see Su Huali again in her life, even if she saw him from afar. She had let him down. She had left him with her daughter, who was less than a year old. She was a sinner and unworthy of forgiveness. In her dreams, she had seen Su Huali's sneer countless times. When he hit her, she endured it and didn't even dare to raise her head to look at him. Awakening from the Dream, but the corner of her mouth could not help but lift up a satisfied smile. This sort of dream could somewhat make her heart feel better. Guilty, tormenting her all the time, making her unable to extricate herself.

"Hua Li!" The middle aged woman rushed over and stopped one metre away from Su’s father.

The two of them looked at each other, carefully observing each other's appearances without saying a word.

That's right, this middle-aged woman was Su’s father's wife, and Su Wanbai's mother, Mo Xinran. They had not expected to meet in Canada, thousands of miles away, in almost twenty years. If Su Wanbai had not suddenly wanted to draw the watercolors, if not for the fact that Su’s father had come to buy easygoing things, if not for the fact that Mo Xinran happened to want to go for a walk and wanted to read the newspaper, they would have passed each other by now.

Perhaps this was heaven's will. It was heaven's wish for them to meet again.

"Father, this is …" From a distance, Su Wanbai saw Su’s father running out of the stationery store. He was standing face to face with a middle-aged woman, thinking that he had met an old friend.

"She is …" Your mother! " Su’s father said as he turned his head to wipe away the tears that had quietly flowed down his face.

"Daughter... It's already so big! " Mo Xinran carefully sized his daughter up and couldn't help but reach out her hands to caress her cheeks.

Su Wanbai frowned, she retreated a little and stood behind her father, looking back at her with an unfamiliar and cautious gaze. Really? Was his father joking? After so many years, this woman had abandoned them and ran away from home, ignoring them both. What do you want now? Want to go back?

"Father, did you recognize the wrong person? I don't have a mother, not since I was a kid. " Su Wanbai took his father's arm and wanted to pull him away.

"Wanbai, don't play with a child's temper, she really is …" Su Huali's personality was warm, even though he had been deeply hurt, he did not want to stop the mother and daughter from recognizing him.

Su Wanbai's face instantly turned green, she reached out to stop a taxi and dragged her father inside.

Su’s father looked at the sad face of Mo Xinran through the window and sighed deeply. Perhaps, he shouldn't have called her to stop at all. It would have been great if they had just passed each other like that. It would have been like nothing had happened. Their father's and daughter's lives were still calm and peaceful. Seeing Mo Xinran's dressing, looking at how beautiful and precious she was, just like a noble woman, their lives were probably pretty good.