Chapter 4834
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Pudding got up and followed her mother upstairs.
"Change into your home clothes. Don't dress so professionally. It's too tiring."
Huo Mien took Pudding into her bedroom and found a set of cute, emerald green home clothes for her in her closet.
Pudding obediently changed out of her mermaid dress and into her home clothes.
Huo Mien carefully picked up Pudding's clothes. "I'll take them to the laundry room first. I'll dry them tomorrow and put them in your closet."
"Thank you, Mom."
"Don't mention it."
After Huo Mien came back from the laundry room, Pudding was still in the bedroom, sitting on the couch and playing with her phone.
The two girls had lived separately since they were six years old to cultivate their independence.
South Hill Manor had prepared separate rooms for them back then.
The room they used to live in became Qin Guoguo's room.
When Huo Mien came back, he sat down beside his daughter.
"Have you been tired from work recently?"
"I'm fine." Pudding put away her phone and looked at her mother.
"If you're under a lot of pressure, you can tell your dad to give out some of your work. Your aunt, your uncle, and your Uncle Yang can all do it …" Huo Mien had always known that his eldest daughter was a workaholic and very career-oriented. He was afraid that she would be too tired. After all, she was still young.
"It's okay, Mom. I can take it," Pudding said casually.
She didn't show any emotions on her face. It was hard to see emotions on her face.
In this aspect, she was stronger than her parents.
Even if her heart was in turmoil, she still looked calm on the surface.
Huo Mien sometimes felt that Pudding was very much like him when he was young.
But he didn't want her to be too much like him. After all, his stubbornness could be quite hurtful sometimes.
After a pause, Huo Mien lowered his head and didn't ask any more questions.
"Mom, what do you want to say? Just say it …"
Pudding could tell that her mother had something to say. Even if she didn't say it, she knew.
"Today, your Auntie Xiaowei came and talked to me in private. She said that she doesn't know what happened between you and Yunchu back then. He hasn't come back for years. You know, during the Spring Festival, your Auntie Xiaowei and her family always go to the States to visit Yunchu and spend the Spring Festival with him. Actually, we elders shouldn't ask about the things between you two. But, Pudding, your Auntie Xiaowei and your Uncle Wei are very, very good friends of mine. Even if you and Yunchu don't like each other, it's good to be friends.
As expected, Pudding knew that something that even her mother was hesitant to say was not a good thing.
Very few people dared to mention Wei Yunchu in front of Pudding.
When Wei Yunchu went abroad, Pudding woke up with a fever and Qin Chu forbade anyone from talking about it.
Now that a few years had passed, everything seemed so peaceful …
Today, Xiaowei came with red eyes and said that she hoped that Pudding and Yunchu could resolve the misunderstanding.
Even if they didn't like each other and didn't want to be lovers, they could still be friends.
Wei Yunchu was sure that there was a barrier in his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed away for so many years.
Boyuan occasionally contacted Wei Yunchu and called him.
Pudding vaguely heard from Little Bean that Wei Yunchu had changed a lot. He didn't like to talk and express himself more than before.
Pudding was sad to hear it, but she didn't know what to do.
Now that her mother brought it up again, she naturally had mixed feelings …
"Mom … Wei Yunchu and I … It's not what you think. We didn't become enemies … Maybe we're just not suitable for each other … If he comes back now, I'll treat him like a normal friend. Don't worry, I won't disrespect Auntie Xiaowei."
"Are you and Yunchu together because of Tiantian?" Huo Mien couldn't help but ask.
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