Ye Siyan wasn’t angry; instead, he smiled happily when he heard Xinyan’s words: "I want to help Uncle."
Standing at the door, He Jinxuan said: "Ye Siyan, telling lies doesn’t make you a good kid."
Ye Siyan was not having any of it and pouted to complain to Xinyan: "Aunt Yan, Uncle is bullying me."
Xinyan saw how the little guy changed his tune so quickly and thought he was indeed a little drama king: "How is he bullying you?"
This question directly left Ye Siyan stunned, Xinyan was thinking of laughing, but the little guy reacted quickly, pouting unhappily: "You two are in cahoots."
That expression made both adults burst into laughter.
Ye Siyan was wise beyond his years. When he saw Xinyan laughing, he didn’t fuss anymore: "Aunt Yan, hurry up."
He was eager to see the gifts, Xinyan stopped laughing: "Coming, coming, always playing tricks."
Ye Liyan saw the bag in Xinyan’s hand and knew that his soon-to-be sister-in-law had brought things for her son. He directly brought two big basins over, picking vegetables while watching his younger son clown around.
Xinyan didn’t keep them waiting long, she opened the bag and took out the coats she made for them: "Here, two sets each, the fabric and pattern are the same, but Aunt Yan made different colors for you to easily distinguish."
When they saw the clothes, not only Ye Siyan but even Ye Silai was excited, not because of having new clothes but because of the style of the clothes.
One set of cotton and one set of corduroy, mainly, the cotton coat was made in a modern style by Xinyan, with a removable lining. When dirty, you just wash the outer garments. When it gets warmer, you only wear the outer clothes. Mainly, kids grow too fast, outgrowing clothes quickly. This way, they can wear them in winter, spring, and autumn; once outgrown, the clothes would likely be worn-out anyway, not wasting anything.
She remembered how families with many children would make one outfit for the eldest, passed down to the second and third when it became small. Families with fewer children wouldn’t bring out new clothes unless visiting relatives or attending banquets. As a result, by the time they wanted to wear them, they were too small.
Ye Liyan’s salary was good, and he surely wouldn’t let the two boys suffer, which made her not worried.
But being too ostentatious might lead to gossip, so she made the clothes big, usable for all seasons except summer. When youngsters outgrow them, the inside can be let out.
Even Ye Silai, who remained poised, couldn’t resist the urge to rush with his brother inside to change clothes when he saw the little animals on the clothing.
The two boys were quite independent now; changing clothes was a minor task they didn’t need help with.
Ye Liyan saw his sons return to the room and said to Xinyan: "Thank you for all your trouble; this has been the happiest day for the brothers since living with me."
Previously, he bought clothes for his sons, and those clothes weren’t cheap, but the boys didn’t seem as happy.
Xinyan understood the complexity of emotion in his eyes: "Don’t underestimate them; they have been through things other kids their age haven’t. They are sensitive, so you need to take it slow."
Ye Liyan naturally knew what Xinyan meant, guilt washed over him again as a flash of hate passed through his gaze.
Back when Ninghui had her accident, if the Shen Family had not been so ruthless, the children might not have had to endure so much and wouldn’t have become so sensitive, watching others’ expressions for a sense of security from a young age.
Although later, living with cousin and having a soon-to-be sister-in-law take care brought some cheer to the boys, the shadow of past trauma remained, and he was keenly aware.
The soon-to-be sister-in-law was right; the matter couldn’t be rushed and needed a gentle approach, especially poor Silai.
As he exhaled and retracted his thoughts, he saw the two little guys running over with smiles, which softened him. Looking at their clothes, his eyes lit up as he stood with a smile: "These clothes look great."