My husband had an accident at a construction site, and his legs were left permanently paralyzed.
I gave up the dance I loved and worked five jobs a day to earn money.
I needed to pay for his treatment and cover our son's school fees.
Then one day, while working the evening shift at a restaurant,
I saw my husband, who was supposed to be lying in bed, sitting in a VIP room in an expensive suit.
My son was in his arms, dressed head to toe in designer clothes.
The two of them smiled as they served food to the woman across from them: Su Qianluo, a famous dancer.
Su Qianluo smiled at the man.
“You must have had such a hard time. If you hadn't deliberately pretended to be poor and sick to make Shen Zhiwei give up dancing,
I wouldn't have achieved what I have today.”
Lu Xiuting replied gently,
“This is your dream. I would have helped you achieve it no matter what.”
My son looked up at Lu Xiuting.
“Shouldn't we get back soon? Otherwise, Mom will find out.”
“But I want to spend more time with Auntie Qianluo.”
Lu Xiuting gently ruffled his son's hair.
“It's fine. Mom said she's working the night shift today, so she won't be coming home.”
At that, my son immediately brightened.
My tears wouldn't stop falling.
I had given up everything for that father and son.
It had all been a lie.
Lu Xiuting, we're even. I never want to see you again.
