This Saturday is Dragon Boat Festival and also Zhu Qianying's twenty-sixth birthday.
Zhu Qianying, who had been kept awake by the lively eldest young master of the Yan Family the night before, woke up a bit late. The moment her young boy saw her coming down the stairs, he promptly scampered over to her.
As Zhu Qianying approached him, she noticed he was holding a small cloth doll in his hand.
"Mommy, happy birthday!!"
The little boy handed the cloth doll to Zhu Qianying. Zhu Qianying squatted down to take the doll, giving the little lad a kiss first.
"Mommy, I made this myself!"
The young master showed off with pride. Zhu Qianying scrutinized it closely. Well, every stitch and thread seemed definitely hand-sewn by her precious son.
"Wow, it's so beautiful. You're so talented, my baby, Mommy loves it!" Zhu Qianying hugged her son, showering him with kisses out of pure happiness.
