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"How did you two end up together later? Mom Xiuyuan was so outstanding, and at that time, there must have been many talented young men pursuing her. Why was she willing to marry a man more than ten years older than herself, a widower, with a son?"
Qiao Hengyuan looked at his son, unsure why he was bringing this up today.
Previously, Qiao Chutian had never mentioned his deceased wife in front of him, nor had he inquired about his relationship with Zheng Xiuyuan.
Now, asking like this, and with such a serious expression, something felt a bit off.
"I don't know what Xiuyuan saw in me back then. We came together naturally. After a drunken night, we had Danfeng, so we got married."
Qiao Hengyuan spoke in a slightly indifferent tone, "As for whether it was love, I'm not sure myself, but being with her was very comfortable. She was gentle and considerate, always thinking from my perspective, making me feel no pressure, was filial to my father, and good to you."
"I understand."
