Xiao Changyi responded at the same time, bowing his head to exchange a shallow kiss with An Jing, who was resting on his shoulder looking up at him with laughter in her eyes. It was then that the cool corners of his lips curved up so imperceptibly.
An Jing found Xiao Changyi amusing and felt an intense sweetness bubbling up in her heart.
Gazing at her husband with a smiling face while looking up for a long while, An Jing then dropped her gaze to smile at the four little ones in the rocking crib. Each of them had grown even more adorable and vivacious since birth.
Boss Su Yi Jing was lying there with his eyes wide open, silent and still.
The second child, Su Yixing, was also lying quietly, but unlike Boss, he was engaged in a quiet activity of his own, munching on his little hand.
The third, An Yiqing, kept grinning. No one knew what amused him, but he seemed extraordinarily happy; he could laugh heartily even when no one was playing with him.
The youngest was weak, though breathing unsteadily, he liked to grab at things. Even though his tiny hands couldn’t grasp anything properly, he still enjoyed trying. At this moment, he was holding onto the handkerchief An Jing had placed on him to play with. Despite not managing to lift it, he would occasionally break into a smile, seemingly expressing his joy.
After watching the children for a long while, An Jing couldn’t help but sigh, "Time flies indeed. The children will be a hundred days old tomorrow."
Without waiting for Xiao Changyi to say anything, An Jing continued, "Husband, didn’t Chengyu say he wanted to attend Jing’er and their hundred-days celebration? He sent word he’d arrive early, so why isn’t he here yet?"
Just as An Jing’s words fell, Meng Zhuqing hurried in to report, "Master, Madam, the Crown Prince has arrived."
An Jing immediately laughed, "I was just mentioning him, and here he is. He really can’t stand being talked about."
Su Chengyu had just reached the entrance of the hall when he heard An Jing’s words and laughed too, but his laugh was exceedingly gentle, "Sister-in-law, you do love a joke. I had already sent word well in advance that I would come to celebrate Jing’er and their hundred-days celebration; it’s not that I cannot be mentioned."
An Jing teased, "Aren’t the letters you’ve been sending over the past few months returned to you unopened? How would I know what you wrote in them? Had your messenger not told us, we wouldn’t have known you were coming."
The mention of his letters being returned unopened made Su Chengyu feel extremely wronged. These past few months, he truly felt like he was on the brink of suffocation. His Brother Yi was really too cruel! To resort to such tactics!
"Brother Yi..." Su Chengyu looked towards Xiao Changyi with immense grievance.
Xiao Changyi acted as if Su Chengyu did not exist at all, completely ignoring him.
Having no alternative, Su Chengyu could only turn to look at the four children in the crib. Seeing that Boss Su Yi Jing resembled Xiao Changyi as though carved from the same mold, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Brother Yi, Jing’er really does look too much like you."
Xiao Changyi finally spoke up, "He is my son." The implication was quite clear: Should he not resemble me? Should he look like you instead?
A snubbed Su Chengyu: "..."
But Su Chengyu only fell silent for a moment before pressing on, "Brother Yi, Jing’er looks so much like you, if my father saw him, he’d surely be delighted."
Again, Xiao Changyi’s response was abrupt, "Star, Qinger, Yun Er, he’d also be delighted to see them."
Su Chengyu: "..." Can we not have a proper conversation? Are you picking on me because father favors you over me?!
An Jing, on the other hand, was trying to hold back her laughter so hard she nearly hurt herself inside. Her husband always had a way of leaving people speechless and questioning their life choices when he was on the offensive.