Leaving aside Zhang Xiaohua's fanciful thoughts about the future inheritance of his fist techniques, and leaving aside Mr. Liu and Zhang Xiaolong's envy of martial arts as they kept pulling Zhang Xiaohu aside to ask him questions without end, let us speak only of Guo Sufi. She had always liked Liu Qian immensely as a daughter-in-law. Ever since Liu Qian entered the household, everything about her had been wonderful—except that her belly had shown no sign of swelling for so long, leaving Guo Sufi unsettled.
In another family, a mother-in-law would have long since hurled harsh words at her, but Guo Sufi was not so unreasonable. Liu Qian handled every matter exceptionally well, which was why Guo Sufi had buried her thoughts in her heart and let no one know. Today, with the conversation turning to Zhang Xiaohu, she casually let it slip between her words.
She had thought there was still some distance between herself and becoming a grandmother, never realizing that Liu Qian had already conceived. Thus, Guo Sufi had cursed the Medical Hall's doctor a thousand times over in her heart. Liu Qian became the very model of a daughter-in-law in her eyes; the more she looked, the more she liked her, and the sweeter her heart became.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Guo Sufi could no longer hold back. "Qianqian, you've been sitting for half the day. You might be tired, so go back to your room and lie down."
Blushing, Liu Qian said, "Mother, I'm not tired. Xiaohua has only just returned. I'd like to sit a little longer and talk."
Guo Sufi said, "He's just a child, always up to mischief. He even practiced martial arts without telling us. There's nothing going on now anyway, and he'll still