"I'll have a nurse come over in a bit and take the baby for a bath." Doctor Chen checked Qian Wanyu's condition and gave her a few instructions.
"There, there, don't cry. Our little darling is so pretty."
"Heehee."
"Hehe, Seventh Sister, look, she smiled."
Qian Wanyu gave Little Beans in Tong Yao's arms a long, searching look. This little imp was all thunder and barely a drop of rain-she had wailed for ages without shedding a single tear. Qian Wanyu had only said a few words, and she already knew how to threaten her with crying. She would surely grow up to be another little menace.
"Seventh Sister, hold her for a bit too." Seeing that Seventh Sister's eyes had never left the little darling in her arms, Tong Yao guessed that her words belied her feelings. She clearly adored the baby, yet insisted on putting on a show of resistance.
Unable to resist her insistence, Qian Wanyu reached out and casually took the little one into her arms. The baby was plump; she clearly had not gone short of food in the womb. Her skin was fair too, and even the fine hair on her head was jet-black.
"Pfft, pfft."
Feeling warmth spread through the cloth beneath the little darling's bottom, Qian Wanyu's face turned black as thunder.