"I want a son." Lian Xinying's voice was very clear, devoid of any desire.
Yan Ye took a deep breath, stood up, and went to fetch her son for her.
The little guy was sound asleep; when Yan Ye picked him up, he didn't react at all, limp as a puddle of mud.
But now, in Yan Ye's eyes, he was exceptionally adorable.
As he handed his son to Lian Xinying, Yan Ye couldn't resist giving him a peck on his chubby cheek.
Usually, Xiaocheng doesn't allow kisses.
He says they're only for Mommy.
Spoiled child!
Watching this tender scene between father and son, Lian Xinying felt a warm glow in her heart.
"I just dreamt about my dad… He was really angry, even angrier than my granddad… He wanted to beat Little Chengyue to death, calling him a bastard…" As Lian Xinying spoke, her eyes began to well up with tears.
The dream had been all too vivid; if she hadn't woken up quickly, she might have cried herself awake.
Yan Ye trembled slightly as he held Xiaocheng, after hearing her murmurs.
