Her words were laced with jealousy, "From now on, you're not allowed to let Chen Xi be so clingy with you."
"You're my woman, and can only be mine, Ye Que's woman."
He held her, and for the first time, like a child, he nuzzled into Chi Zaozao's neck and acted spoilt.
Chi Zaozao pursed her lips, nearly crying without tears at the sight of Ye Que like this.
"That's my son. What's the harm in him being clingy? What, are you scared Chen Xi has an Oedipus complex?"
"I don't care, you're not allowed to hold him anymore. He's old enough; you need to let him learn to be independent."
Chi Zaozao, "..."
He says her son, who wasn't even six years old, was old enough.
Chi Zaozao knew Ye Que was jealous and petty.
But she never expected him to be petty enough to be jealous of their son.
She was dumbfounded.
Chi Zaozao ignored him and propped herself up, "Get up quickly. If dad and mom come downstairs and see you lying on the sofa sleeping, they'll think we've had a fight!"
