Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1088: Chapter 1089: Twists and Turns

Cheng Su ate her meal bite by bite, just like when she was a child. The director taught her that everything in the orphanage was donated by kind-hearted people in society, so they should cherish food and not waste it.

The director sat in front of Cheng Su, watching her eat with almost religious devotion, and couldn’t help but be surprised.

The girl in front of her gave her such a strange feeling. She was sure this was not a child who grew up in the orphanage, yet she was very familiar with it.

It was as if they had known each other for a lifetime, even she felt it was strange.

The director suppressed her odd feeling, watching Cheng Su with a smile at the corners of her mouth. Everyone who appeared at the orphanage was brought by the Lord, and she should cherish them like the Lord.

"Are you full?" The director watched Cheng Su finish the lunchbox and then pushed over a cup of water.

Cheng Su took it, and their actions were as natural as if they had done it a hundred times.

"You can only move forward when you’re full, and tears are the least valuable. Crying too long will make your eyes hurt and swell, and that’s ugly. Don’t cry easily in the future!" the director said gently.

Cheng Su’s eyes turned red; the director was still the director, always finding a chance to preach.

She nodded and said, "Director, I know, it’s just that my heart hurts."

"Share all your pain with the Lord, the Lord will hear it, no need to cry." The director patted her hand.

Cheng Su held that hand back, not the wrinkled hand, but a relatively young and smooth one. She gently stroked it and said, "The director’s hand was so beautiful when young!"

The director was astonished.

Before she could answer, a nun hurriedly came in, saluted Cheng Su, and then said to the director, "Director, the child sent yesterday won’t stop crying, no matter how much we coax. Please take a look!"

The director frowned and stood up.

Cheng Su was stirred inside and asked, "A child? How old? Is it a girl or a boy?"

"It’s a one-year-old girl, abandoned at the orphanage gate yesterday!" the nun replied.

Cheng Su listened, stood up abruptly, and the color drained from her face.

"I’m sorry, I have to go take a look." The director looked at Cheng Su apologetically and said.

"Can I come along?" Cheng Su asked urgently.

The director hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

Could it be myself? Cheng Su wondered, uncertain.

They arrived at the nursery. It was relatively quiet, but not exactly peaceful, as a baby was crying loudly, almost to the point of gasping for breath.

Cheng Su’s heart was pounding like a drum, as if something was about to burst out, causing a bit of pain.

She stood at the door, watching the director holding the child and gently comforting, but still, the child kept crying.

As if something was drawing Cheng Su forward, she slowly approached, her hands trembling, and asked, "Director, can I hold her?"

The director was taken aback and handed over the baby.

Cheng Su took her, feeling as if her hands were weighed down by a thousand pounds.

Strangely enough, as soon as the child was in her hands, the crying stopped abruptly, only letting out small sobs.

Cheng Su swallowed, looked down, and upon seeing the baby’s face and eyes, she was thunderstruck, stumbling a bit, nearly falling to the ground.

The child slightly tilted her head, revealing her left earlobe, with a small red mark that pierced Cheng Su’s eyes.

A twist of fate, this was herself, her own past life as a child.

Cheng Su burst into tears.