"Qibao, be good. Auntie is talking to Mommy, did we wake you up? Don't be scared, go back to sleep," Xia Yueqing said, a mix of laughter and helplessness, gently patting Qibao's small body until he fell back asleep.
Looking over at Xia Yining, she seemed deeply affected.
She admitted that she wasn't the most competent aunt, but she had spent the entire evening with Qibao. After all, Qibao was adorable and beautiful, making it really hard for Xia Yining not to like him.
However, Qibao's recent action had struck a blow to Xia Yining's steel heart.
"Qibao is really attached to me, don't take it personally," Xia Yueqing explained for her daughter.
Xia Yining waved her hand. "Do you think I'm still a child? Would I get mad at a three-year-old?"
"That's good. By the way, I prepared something for you, just as a wedding gift."
As she spoke, Xia Yueqing got up from the bed, opened her bag, and took out a jewelry box.
