At the mention of the child, everyone finally smiled.
"In-laws, since you've traveled a long way, why don't you stay in our old mansion for a while? We can enjoy the festive season together," Elder Quan proposed.
"Uncle Quan, it would be too imposing. We are fine staying at Shijin Haoting," Mo Xiao said.
Old man Jian nodded in agreement, "We will definitely visit your mansion when we have time."
"You must come often, I'll prepare the wine for you," Elder Quan said joyfully, looking at old man Jian.
"Certainly." The thought of fine wine lit up old man Jian's eyes.
With Jian Qing awake and the child safe, both families could finally celebrate the New Year together.
The warm sun still carried the chill of the night, but it could not smother the boiling festive spirits of Beijing.
Jian Qing slept until evening, and when she woke up, only Quan Jingwu was in the ward.
"Xiaojing!"
She looked at the man next to the bed groggily, her eyes revealing a hint of worry.
