The words made Yi Ling blush. She had become more feminine after the marriage. Pampered, too—she had put on weight.
"Uncle, grandpa," they called.
Ye Sr. gave them red packets with a big smile. His temper was getting better and better ever since his previous near-death encounter. Some things he couldn't work out before, suddenly made sense to him.
The world belonged to the kids—his era was already over.
Now, the only thing he hoped for was to live to the day to see his great-grandchild. However, Xinyu was not manly at all. Would there really be a girl who would want to marry a sissy like him?
Ye Xinyu had the face of a beauty.
"But Grandpa, it's not my fault to be born like this! Mom gave this face to me, you can't possibly ask me to disfigure myself! Plus, I'm a real man despite my effeminate appearance. I'm no sissy! And I'm only 20 this year," he argued helplessly.
