"It's really quite astonishing; this child will surely be scholarly material in the future. Perhaps our Liu family will even produce a First Scholar!" Zhao Suxin exclaimed, equally amazed.
Jeng Ruyue had not expected the little one to actually grasp the writing brush and give it a light tug. The infant, naturally weaker than an adult, let go as she pulled. Yet once released, the little one's lips pursed, and he began to cry out loudly.
Frightened, Jeng Ruyue quickly stuffed the brush back into the infant's hand, and he stopped crying.
How magical!
Even Lin Yuan was staring, dumbfounded. Could this child truly become what Liu Limin and Zhao Suxin suggested—a scholar?
Lady Fan and Lady Liu watched the little fellow with chuckles, Lady Fan patting her daughter-in-law's hand: "He likes you, you share a fate. Don't worry, you'll have a little one of your own, too."
Jeng Ruyue was taken aback, then smiled radiantly, hoping that would be the case.
