An Jing smiled at An Yiyun as soon as he sat up by himself, and she immediately offered unreserved praise while petting his little head, exclaiming, "Yun Er, how can you be so amazing? You can sit up all by yourself now, without Mommy and Daddy’s help. That’s really impressive."
Although she said this, An Jing still felt a pang of heartache for her son in her heart.
Her son no longer needed to take medicine every day, but he was still frail, and it was because of his frailty that he had only now managed to sit up.
Her other three children had been able to sit up by themselves as early as two months ago.
Even more, all three of her other children could already crawl.
But time really did fly, and all four of her children were already over eight months old.
An Yiyun didn’t realize An Jing was praising him; he just saw An Jing talking to him and reached out his tiny hands, wanting to grab An Jing’s hand.
Upon seeing this, An Jing quickly extended a hand for An Yiyun to grab.
An Yiyun’s hands were so tiny, pudgy, and soft, almost as if they had no bones, and in comparison to his, An Jing’s hand was much larger, making it impossible for An Yiyun to hold her entire hand.
So, An Yiyun just grabbed An Jing’s middle finger with his little hand and smiled at An Jing as he held on.
The soft hand clutching her finger, the plush sensation made An Jing’s heart melt, and at the same time, she was also overjoyed, "My dear husband, our Yun Er is definitely going to be a darling in the future. Just look at him now, how adorable he is."
Xiao Changyi remained silent, but his cool gaze softened as he looked at An Jing and also his four children.
An Yiqing had been playing with a rattle drum with Su Yi Jing, but as soon as he saw An Yiyun holding An Jing’s hand, he immediately stopped playing and, wanting to join in the fun, crawled over to An Jing. Then, he reached out for the other hand An Jing had on the bed.
Understanding, An Jing smiled and let An Yiqing grab her other hand.
Unlike An Yiyun, who had grabbed An Jing’s middle finger, An Yiqing grabbed her thumb. He clutched one of her thumbs with both of his small hands and then, tilting his little face up, he grinned widely at An Jing.
He smiled like the Maitreya Buddha.
An Jing was even more amused and said to Xiao Changyi, "My dear husband, our Qinger really knows where the fun is and always scrambles right into it."
Out of the four children, it was the third child, An Yiqing, who loved to laugh the most, was the most lively, and loved excitement. An Jing could foresee that her third son would definitely be a mischievous troublemaker when he grew up.
Xiao Changyi still did not speak but instead reached out to pry An Yiqing’s small hands off An Jing.
However, An Yiqing didn’t cry but pouted unhappily for a moment, and then crawled toward Xiao Changyi.
Once he reached Xiao Changyi, An Yiqing grabbed his clothes with his tiny hands and beamed at Xiao Changyi.
An Jing lost her composure and laughed, "My dear husband, does our Qinger think you’re unhappy and is trying to comfort you to cheer you up?"
Xiao Changyi shook his head, indicating he wasn’t sure either.
The child was still too young. While children were simple, because they could not speak yet, they could not express their thoughts accurately. He could only guess, and he really couldn’t be completely sure of his son’s intentions.
However, he could tell that all four of his children were quite clever and quick-witted.
An Jing felt the same way.