"Yes, let me tell you… back when I was pregnant, I wanted a girl . When I saw that Su Yu was a boy, I was kind of disappointed . I kept trying to dress him up like a girl . After he grew up and understood the difference between the two genders, he stopped letting me put red dots on his forehead . Haha . " Mrs . Su was very happy talking about Su Yu's childhood .
Huo Mian couldn't help but giggle . . .
She couldn't imagine that the Young Master Su, a man of such status within C City, had such an embarrassing childhood .
More specifically, it was his mother who surprised her, a mother whose life's goal was to embarrass her son . . .
"Oh, don't forget to eat the apples . I hand-picked them from our own garden, there are no pesticides on them . " With that, Mrs . Su took a small red apple and stuffed it into Huo Mian's hands .
Huo Mian didn't refuse . She took a huge bite out of the apple, natural as could be .
Mrs . Su continued to flip through the photo album . She pointed to a photo and introduced, "This was taken during his third birthday . His grandfather had a business trip but didn't want to leave him behind . In the end, I took him and followed his grandfather to the army base in the western mountainous area . We stayed there for more than 10 days . When we came back, his face looked like a red potato, truly 'plateau red' . "
"Hahahaha . . . " Huo Mian couldn't help but laugh out loud . Mrs . Su's description was too spot on .
It was just ruddied cheeks, the type that one gets when they're in the wind for too long, but Mrs . Su's 'plateau red' was truly ingenious .
"This one too, this one's really funny… I brought him to Disneyland in the U . S… We met a little girl there who thought that he was a girl, since he was really pretty . She kept following him, calling him her older sister . In the end, Su Yu couldn't take it anymore and told her that he would cut off her pigtails if she kept calling him 'older sister' . She started to cry, thinking that Su Yu was being serious . "
Huo Mian didn't say anything, she just kept laughing . . .
"Oh, and this, this was when he was 10 . He received second place for a mathematical olympiad . Both his grandfather and his father were super happy, but he wasn't happy because he didn't come first . "
"He was a straight-A student when he was a kid?" Huo Mian looked slightly surprised . She couldn't imagine Su Yu as a good student .
"Yes! He was brilliant at math . He was very bright… but he hated studying . Apparently, he didn't want to turn into a nerd . " Mrs . Su continued to flip through the album, laughing .
Then, a photo of him in a military uniform appeared . . .
It was Huo Mian's first time seeing Su Yu in uniform . Surprisingly, he looked quite valiant… the uniform fit him perfectly, and he looked especially handsome in it .
There were two pictures, one with him in a camouflage uniform, his skin incredibly dark from being under the sun the whole time .
The other was of him in a formal uniform, his hand in a military salute, handsome as ever .
"When he left for the army that year, I cried for a long time . I really couldn't let him go . I knew he would suffer a lot, but it was his own choice and I couldn't stop him . Do you know what kind of soldier he was?"
Mrs . Su looked up at Huo Mian and asked .
Huo Mian shook her head . Since she was never interested in him, she never asked him about his past .
"He was in the special forces . "
"Special forces? Isn't that dangerous?" Huo Mian was surprised .
"Yeah… when he went to the west, I wouldn't agree to it no matter what . It was truly too dangerous… Really, it's not something we can imagine . Not only was the climate horrible, but the west is also where we intersect with Y, and an extremely dangerous country . On the surface, everything seemed calm, but underneath that calmness were turbulent waters . Three of Su Yu's teammates died during one of their missions . "
"That's really scary . . . " Huo Mian couldn't imagine a rich kid like Su Yu being in the special forces .
Chapter end
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