Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
As soon as she finished speaking, the little guy seemed to have sensed something. He was fine at first, but when he heard her words, he burst into tears.
Beside her, Qiao Yuan quickly hugged her grandson and coaxed him gently. She looked at her daughter helplessly. Who would say that about their son?
Ling Sheng couldnât help but laugh out loud. âYour son understands you.â
Song Yiyan took a look. How could he understand yet? She only smiled at Ling Sheng. âGive me the Little Snowball to hug. I havenât seen her for a few days, come and show me if sheâs prettier again.â
âYour body hasnât recovered yet. Sheâs quite heavy.â Ling Sheng sat on the edge of the bed with her daughter in her arms.
Little Snowball was as happy as a flower no matter who she saw. When she saw Song Yiyan, she waved her little hands and asked for a hug. She even giggled.
Song Yiyanâs heart softened. The more she looked at her, the cuter she felt. Her daughter was cuter than her son, she held the little girl in her arms. âSnowball, do you miss Mommy?â
The Little Snowball arched in her arms and grinned even wider, her big eyes narrowed into beautiful crescents.
The two-month-old little ball was fair and chubby, but her facial features already had the appearance of a beauty. She was extremely cute.
âHave you named your son?â Ling Sheng took the little guy from Qiao Yuanâs hands. The more she looked at him, the cuter he became.
She didnât know if it was because of the child or because someone elseâs child was cute, but the more she looked at him, the more she liked him. This was the first time she had seen such a beautiful baby.
âYes, itâs called Little Ice Ball.â After saying that, Song Yiyan teased Snowball. âIsnât that right, Snowball? It matches your name.â
Seeing her like this, Ling Sheng did not know if she had really taken it or if she was just making it up. âDid you or Ji Xing named him?â
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Song Yiyan said matter-of-factly, âThe both of us named him.â
How would he dare to object?
Ling Sheng sighed softly and looked at the little guy in her arms. âBaby, your mother said your name is Little Ice Ball. Are you willing?â
The little guy in her arms cried for a while and ate two mouthfuls of milk before falling asleep again.
Newly born children were all like this. They either ate or slept.
âSnowball.â Song Yiyan pointed at her son and said seriously, âDo you see that? Thatâs your future husband, he can be your live-in son-in-law.â
âYouâre talking to yourself. Did you get their permission?â Ling Sheng glanced at her and muttered, âTheyâre not our appendages. How can you decide on their marriage so casually?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Yiyan glared at her unhappily and continued to coax Snowball. âSnowball, if you are willing, smile at Mommy.â
Snowball was happy again, giggling with joy.
Song Yiyan looked at Ling Sheng. âDid you see that? Snowball agreed.â
âMy daughter always smiles whenever she sees anyone.â Ling Sheng looked at her precious daughter, she was born to smile and was happy no matter who coaxed her.
âI donât care. Snowball agreed anyway.â Song Yiyanâs attitude was domineering and unreasonable.
The Little Ice Ball in Ling Shengâs arms cried again. As she hugged him, she coaxed, âDid you see that? Your son objected.â
Song Yiyan looked at her useless son. As his mother, she had put in a lot of effort to find him a wife, but he still had the cheek to cause trouble. âLittle Ice Ball, if you want Little Snowball to be your wife, donât cry.â
Ling Sheng thought to herself that what could a newborn understand? However, she did not know what kind of shocking coincidence it was, but the Little Ice Ball really stopped crying. He choked twice and even spat out a bubble.
Song Yiyan laughed proudly, her son was not bad. He had given her mother much face. âDid you see that? Your daughter and my son have agreed, we donât have a reason to object.â
Ling Sheng did not object. Anyway, she was just saying that now, and when the children grew up, they would be the ones to decide who they liked.
The mother of this great child in front of him had even been engaged to the Dongfang family since they were young. Didnât she also run away from the marriage just like that? As a parent, she couldnât care less.
However, if they really liked each other in the future and could be together, it would be best. They were both children who they will watch growing up, so they could rest assured.
âDonât worry, Sheng Sheng. My son will definitely be a handsome man in the future. In all of China, other than your Xiaoqi, thereâs also my Little Ice Ball. Who else can be so handsome?â Song Yiyan continued to persuade her in a serious manner. âXiaoqi is Little Snowballâs brother. We can only rule that out, so only my son is left. Other than my son, who else is worthy of Little Snowball?â
Ling Sheng was moved by her messy theory. âYouâre right.â
In terms of looks, Ji Xing and her husband were definitely at the top of the genetic chain.
If she had to add another one, her father could barely be considered one now. When her fatherâs looks were at their peak, he could actually compete with them.
âThatâs right. How can we waste such outstanding genes like ours? We can only get better and better. We canât get worse, right?â Song Yiyan was finally happy. The more she looked at her son, the more she liked him.
This little bastard was too discerning!
âYouâre a pregnant woman. Everything you say is right,â Ling Sheng said with a smile.
âWhat I said is the truth.â Song Yiyan placed the Little Snowball, who had fallen asleep after playing with him in her arms, beside her and asked Ling Sheng to put her son together with her. She looked at the two children. âSeriously, the more you look at them, the more they match. Donât you think so?â
Ling Sheng nodded cooperatively.
âIf you say you agree, will your husband agree?â Song Yiyan seemed to have just thought of this question.
Ling Sheng said, âYou should be worried about whether my father and grandfather agree or not.â
On her husbandâs side, everything she said was correct. The hardest to deal with were her father and grandfather.
âDonât you have your mother on your fatherâs side?â Song Yiyan gave her a disdainful look and continued, âDonât you still have your grandmother on your grandfatherâs side?â
This small matter could be resolved with some flexibility. It was not like she was going to be alone on the battlefield.
âDonât you know my grandfather and fatherâs temper?â Ling Sheng said. âEven with my mother and grandmother, itâs not that easy to settle.â
Besides, in their generation, there was only one girl, Little Snowball. Grandpa treasured her very much, how could he give her away just like that?
âMommy, Godma.â
Xiaoqi and Little Sangyuâs voices sounded at the door of the ward. The footsteps arrived in the blink of an eye and they pushed the door open and ran in.