All She Wanted Was a Stable Home

Upon hearing Su Jian's trembling and panicked voice, Jin Pingchuan's heart skipped a beat. "Don't worry, I'll be there soon," he assured her.

After ending the call, Jin Pingchuan hurried to the hospital.

Twenty minutes later, at the entrance of the intensive care unit, Jin Pingchuan spotted Su Jian squatting on the ground. She was hugging her knees tightly and had curled herself up into a ball. She appeared delicate and helpless.

Su Jian had always projected strength, but even the strongest people had their breaking point. Jin Pingchuan felt relieved that she noticed him and raised a hand. Without hesitation, he walked over and embraced Su Jian.

"You're here..." Su Jian did not move as Jin Pingchuan's presence enveloped her. His scent was refreshing and brought comfort to her heart.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Jin Pingchuan apologized. He lifted Su Jian's face and asked, "Are you crying?" Her eyes were red, and her voice sounded hoarse.

"Are you scared?"

Su Jian nodded slowly. Jin Pingchuan's gentle voice and warm gaze were very soothing. Suddenly, she felt the urge to confide in him. "This is the first time my mother ever fainted from the pain. The doctor said that her condition is terminal. She's going to die..." Su Jian's voice broke as she uttered the last two words.

Jin Pingchuan felt her grip on his arm tightening. He waited until she had calmed down. "How is your mom's condition now?"

"They managed to stabilize her. She is now resting in the ward."

Jin Pingchuan listened silently and sensed Su Jian's sorrow. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke, "I don't know what to say to comfort you. These are all inevitable parts of life. No one can change that. All we can do is face them bravely and accompany your mom through her final moments, so she won't have any regrets."

"But I can never fulfill her final wish." Su Jian bit her lip, her voice hoarse. "I always thought my mom's greatest wish was to see me have a happy family, but I found out today that it wasn't the case."

"What is it then?" Jin Pingchuan couldn't help but ask.

Su Jian fell into silence for a while before slowly pouring it all out. "She wants to be buried with my adoptive father." A bitter smile appeared on Su Jian's lips. "She has always longed for my adoptive father. Even in her sleep, she calls out his name. Whenever she woke up, she would start crying, lamenting that they couldn't grow old together in life and share the same grave after death. Why... Why did fate treat her like this?" Su Jian's voice trailed off as she recalled Yao Qin fainting from the pain.

Su Jian was unable to hold back her tears any longer. This time, she truly felt despair. "I don't understand. Why? It's clear that Mom loved Dad so much. Why did they get divorced five years ago? We were a perfectly good family. Our world shattered apart, and now Mom is going to carry her regrets to her grave."

Su Jian's despair stemmed from the realization that Zhou Hong would never agree to let Yao Qin be buried with her adoptive father.

Jin Pingchuan silently patted Su Jian's shoulder. He wiped away her tears. Deep inside, he was astonished. What happened to the Su family in the past? What could have caused such turbulent changes?

"I'm sorry," Jin Pingchuan said softly. "I may not be able to help much. The only thing I can do is provide a shoulder for you to lean on. Let's be brave and strong. Let's get through this period together, alright?"

Su Jian leaned into Jin Pingchuan's embrace. She took in his simple words of comfort. His embrace was unfamiliar, but it felt warm and powerful. It easily calmed her restless heart.

Su Jian looked up at Jin Pingchuan through teary eyes. After all these years, there was finally a man who could make her feel secure.

Su Jian closed her eyes. In the past, she liked Su Yinian because he always wore a smile. His smile was like warm rays of sunshine that were capable of easily warming one's heart. Moreover, Su Yinian was talented. She started off secretly liking him and eventually fell in love. Her emotions had been tumultuous and fluctuating in a mix of anxiety and sweetness. She thought she had long abandoned her teenaged fantasies about love. She had never imagined she would encounter a man who could make her heart flutter again. All she had wanted was a stable home.