Ling Yuan Douluo's lips twitched slightly before she resumed her frosty expression.
She stepped into the room and headed toward Deng Tianxin. Seeing there was no escape, Deng Tianxin simply gave up struggling and emerged from behind the cradle, his little legs moving as though he were heading to the execution grounds, inching toward the door while looking back every step of the way.
When he reached the doorway, Deng Tianxin suddenly remembered something. Turning around, he waved at Ye Xi. "Aunt Ye, I'm leaving now! I'll come see little Xue'er again tomorrow!"
Then Deng Tianxin added toward Qian Renxue, "Little Xue'er, make sure you drink your milk and grow up quickly. Big Brother is waiting to marry you!"
Qian Renxue, in Ye Xi's arms, abruptly raised her head. Her eyes were filled with three clear words: In your dreams.
Qian Renxue felt that if she ever became Deng Tianxin's wife, she would spend every day arguing with him.
She clenched her tiny fist and swung it toward the door, letting out a forceful babble. Her bearing clearly said—
When I grow up, the first thing I'll do is make you swallow those words.
However, Ye Xi did not see it that way. She thought her Qian Renxue liked Deng Tianxin very much.
Ye Xi reached out and gently poked her daughter's soft little cheek, smiling tenderly. "Does little Xue'er like Brother Tianxin that much? Then when you grow up, how about becoming Brother Tianxin's wife?"
Qian Renxue's little fist froze in midair.
She abruptly looked up, her pale golden eyes filled with disbelief.
She hadn't heard wrong, had she?
Her mother—her most beloved mother in this life—actually wanted to betroth her to that little dragon-horned brat who poked her cheeks, tousled her hair, and called her little Xue'er every