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Three days later, it was the morning when I was preparing to leave for France.

Early in the morning, Jing's father went into the kitchen alone and cooked Jing's mother's favorite soup.

Jing Jiaren has not been sleeping well these days. Every morning when she wakes up, she will see Jing’s father standing at the door of Jing’s mother’s room.

After so many years, Jing Jiaren really envied her father's love for her mother.

Persistence, care, no regrets.

By Jing's mother's side, he willingly played an ignored supporting role.

After more than 20 years, Jing’s mother only looks 5-6 years older than before, while Jing’s father has aged beyond recognition.

This is because Jing’s father carried all the fatigue and hardship on his shoulders alone, preventing Jing’s mother from any wind and rain.

Mother Jing drank the soup with a daydream look on her face.

"It's strange, why does the taste of this soup feel so familiar..."

This is the soup that Jing’s father and Jing’s mother learned to make after they got married.

So in the current state of Jing's mother, she should have never drank.

But she felt strangely familiar.

"Miss Su, the car has been parked outside, and we can leave at any time." The servant reminded, "Miss Jane will also go together this time. She was sent by Mr. Simon to pick you up for the banquet. Have you forgotten?

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Jing's mother nodded: "I didn't forget. Go and take down the scarf I knitted. There is a purple gift box on the bedside table where I sleep."

When the servant went upstairs, Jing's mother felt that the taste of the soup was too sad, so she put down the bowl and walked to the courtyard to breathe in the air.

Dad Jing is watering the flowers with a watering can.

Jing's mother looked at his back and couldn't help but walked towards him for some reason.

When Jing's father heard the footsteps, he turned around suddenly, and the water from the shower sprayed on Jing's mother's skirt.

She instantly took a big step back: "How do you, a gardener, do your job!?"

Father Jing lowered his head and stood humbly.

"My skirt got soaked... Feng Lie likes me wearing this skirt the most..."

"I'm sorry." Jing's father's throat rolled.

"You have been fired. Pack your things immediately and get out."

Dad Jing suddenly looked up. His face had been wrinkled by time, and his hair was slightly bald. He was obviously only in his mid-forties, but his temples were a little gray.

Jing's mother frowned slightly, an inexplicable sense of familiarity gripping her.

"Miss Su, I have already taken your gift."

Jing's mother came back to her senses and shook her wet skirt. Fortunately, there was only a small area that was wet.

She turned around and left without any regret.

Jing's father looked at her still young and green appearance, wearing a maroon British dress and a small waistcoat, walking into his vivid memory, overlapping with the former Jing's mother.

The sun shone down, shining in front of his eyes.

Jing Jiaren shed tears when she saw Jing's father lowering his head through the open car window.

There is a kind of love that is silent.

The corners of Jing Jiaren's eyes were also a little wet. She couldn't take Jing's father with her to France this time.

Mainly because he was afraid that Jing’s mother would recognize him and his condition would be stimulated.

But now it seems that Jing's mother has completely forgotten about him.

Suddenly, I felt unworthy of my father’s unwavering protection for so many years!
Chapter completed!