novelraw Chapter 693 - 703 Follow-up (15)
Chapter 693 - 703 Follow-up (15)
Qiao Mo, together with Xu Wan, made their way to Qiao Yun’s hospital room.From afar, they could hear laughter emanating from the room, a stark contrast to the usual gloomy silence.
Qiao Mo slowed her steps and gradually halted at the door.
Through the glass window on the door, she clearly saw Qiao Yun wearing a light yellow dress, looking full of life and vigor, unlike her previous sickly state.
Her face was elaborately made up, not pale as before, but rather like a vibrant butterfly.
She twirled around on the floor, her steps still somewhat unsteady, yet her skirt flew up as she laughed heartily.
"Mom, do you think I look good in this dress? Will Nancheng like me?" Qiao Yun asked with a face full of smiles.
Yang Peiyun, with her back to the door, looked at Qiao Yun with tenderness: "He will, he will. Our Xiao Yun is so beautiful, of course he will like you."
"Do you think he will marry me?"
"He will, he definitely will."
Qiao Yun’s smile grew even more radiant, but as she smiled, something crossed her mind and her smile faded slightly: "But what about Qiao Mo... he was originally going to marry Qiao Mo. Will he really marry me?"
Yang Peiyun immediately stepped forward, gently patting her hand: "See, he didn’t even show up at the wedding for your surgery, so how could he marry Qiao Mo? Rest assured, once your health improves a bit more, he will definitely give you a most luxurious century wedding."
Qiao Yun lowered her head playing with her hair, a hint of shyness flashing across her face: "That’s true, he has indeed been treating me better and better lately. I think he’s surely realized how great I am, and he will marry me one day."
Looking at the cheerful mother and daughter in the room, Qiao Mo’s gaze was somewhat indifferent.
Is this what they call being seriously ill?
Is this supposed to be my mother?
At this moment, lost in her own thoughts, Qiao Mo failed to notice the slight curiosity on Xu Wan’s face.
Qiao Yun’s mother’s voice... sounded somewhat familiar.
"Xiao Mo, what did you say your mother’s name is?" Xu Wan returned to her senses and asked Qiao Mo.
"Yang Peiyun." Qiao Mo’s voice was very calm.
Xu Wan frowned slightly, not recalling any impression of that name.
"Aunt Xu, let’s go, I don’t plan to go in." Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze, a certain heaviness in her chest.
It is evident that Fu Nancheng has been treating her very well lately.
A woman nurtured by love would undergo such a dramatic transformation, no doubt.
Look at Qiao Yun in front of her; not a trace of her former haggard self remains, like a once wilting flower now flourishing with vitality.
Retracting her gaze, Qiao Mo decided to leave.
But just at that moment, Yang Peiyun turned around, facing the door.
Xu Wan’s face turned pale, and she instinctively took two steps back: "She’s... she’s..."
Qiao Mo noticed her peculiarity and immediately stepped forward to support Xu Wan: "Aunt Xu, what’s wrong?"
"She is... is..."
Coincidentally, Yang Peiyun now also saw Xu Wan outside the door, and the apple she was handing to Qiao Yun dropped to the floor with a ’thud’.
"Mom, what’s wrong? Who is that person?" Qiao Yun asked.
Yang Peiyun composed herself, seeing Xu Wan and Qiao Mo together, her face was somewhat pale.
Could it be that she already knows?
Have they reunited as mother and daughter?
No, it’s impossible... impossible...
But how do they know each other?
Before she could recover, Xu Wan had already opened the door and entered, looking at Yang Peiyun, softly saying, "I never thought... that you were still alive..."