"Good. Starting tomorrow, I'll teach Yue'er martial arts."
Su Qiao smiled and lifted him into her arms. "Was Yue'er scared today?"
Little Yue'er fell silent for a moment.
"A little, but Mother came back, so I'm not scared anymore."
"Yue'er was very brave today. Tomorrow, Mother will teach you to read and practice martial arts."
"Mhm, mhm. Yue'er will definitely work hard." Little Yue'er nodded vigorously, looking extremely serious.
Su Qiao was afraid that what happened today would leave him with some kind of trauma.
Fortunately, the little fellow was fairly strong-minded.
"Come on, Mother will make you something delicious."
"Mother, Yue'er—Yue'er has grown up already. I can walk by myself."
Little Yue'er squirmed a few times, wanting to get down.
Su Qiao still hadn't had her fill of holding him.
Her lips drooped, and she put on a wounded expression. "Does Yue'er not like Mother holding you?"
Little Yue'er looked at his mother's beautiful face. Even the sight of her frowning made him uncomfortable, and he immediately grew anxious.
"No, no! Grandpa said Yue'er has grown up already. I should know better now. I should do whatever I can by myself."
"And... and Grandpa said men and women shouldn't have too much physical contact. Mother is a woman, so you can't... can't hold Yue'er whenever you want."
The more Little Yue'er spoke, the redder his little face became, until his head was nearly buried against his chest.
Su Qiao burst out laughing.
He was so young, yet he already knew that men and women shouldn't have too much physical contact.
"Yue'er is still little. When you grow a bit older, you can do things for yourself."
"Besides, Mother isn't someone else. Mother can kiss Yue'er, and she can hold Yue'er too."
As she spoke, she gave him a loud