Xia Wanwan gazed up at Mother with her big, pleading eyes, her lips thrust out in a pout and tears seemingly welling in her eyes.
Her mother was so beautiful. She was her fairy, too.
[Boo-hoo, Mother loves me so much.]
[How dare that nasty woman insult you! I curse her mouth to rot.]
[Mother, you'll always be Wanwan's fairy. Wanwan loves you...]
Liu Wan stroked her daughter's little head fondly, warmth rising in her heart.
Xie Jinqiu's face darkened. He slowly turned toward Zhong Youyan, his hands already trembling beneath his sleeves.
Zhong Youyan was still smiling as she watched the uproar before her.
How interesting, she thought. My husband really does have a child by a mistress.
"Liu Wan! Do you know that Huai Shan is the Noble Infant Master Yuantong prophesied would send the Marquis's Residence soaring to glory... hiss..."
As Madam Li spoke, her lips suddenly went numb, followed by a spreading ache. She hissed softly but thought nothing of it.
Liu Wan glanced at Xie Huaishan, then at the Sharira hanging around his neck, and snorted. "Heh. A Noble Infant?"
[What kind of lousy Master Yuantong is he? Since when could a scumbag like the Male Lead be called a Noble Infant?]
[Pah! Damn it, that Sharira looks so familiar. Could it be my toy Glass Marble? Aaaah!]
[Pah, pah, pah! That old bald donkey actually gave my Glass Marble to the Male Lead! Pah! I'd rather blow it up than let the Male Lead have it!]
It must have been a Glass Marble that spilled out of her Cosmic Bag when she transmigrated into the book, only to be picked up by that old bald donkey Yuantong!
Xia Wanwan spat out little pahs in her babyish voice while quietly murmuring an incantation.
Suddenly.
Bang!