Ruan Jiaojiao gave him a speechless glance; it’s not like she had amnesia that would make her easily forget someone.
Knowing what he meant, she could only helplessly call out, "Brother Xian."
"Eh!" Lu Xian responded with a resonant voice, and then started digging things out of his pocket, "Jiaojiao, catch!"
Zhao Li burst into laughter at the scene and teased the Ruanlin Family, "If Jiaojiao can’t become my goddaughter, then becoming my future daughter-in-law is also fine. Look at my boy; his own mother has never been treated , neither have his cousins. He truly acts this way only with Jiaojiao."
"Mom!" Lu Xian, who was already in the sixth grade and would be starting middle school the following semester, of course understood what Zhao Li meant and immediately blushed with embarrassment as he called out annoyed.
Zhao Li laughed even harder.
The Ruanlin matriarch couldn’t help but join in the laughter.
Ruan Jiaojiao knew Lu Xian would have his own wife and kids when he grew up, so she took the comment as a joke and didn’t say anything. However, the person next to her didn’t think the same way, and a cold gaze swept over Lu Xian. He felt it and looked over, but only caught a glimpse of Xiu Xi’s profile.
Lu Xian touched his neck, feeling that the sudden chill that ran down his spine might have been an illusion.
After giving all the chocolate beans from his pocket to Ruan Jiaojiao, he went to where Ruan Jie was urging him to come over incessantly.
In the rural areas now, the main meal of a banquet is at noon, and there will be another meal in the evening, consisting of leftovers from lunch. Visitors who came from far away didn’t bother with the evening meal; they rested after lunch before heading back, while those who lived closer could come back just before the evening meal starts.
Most of the guests had left, with only Lu Zhiwei’s family still around.
Lu Zhiwei, having drunk quite a bit at the table, was now lying on a lounge chair in the yard, resting. Zhao Li, holding the drowsy Ruan Jiaojiao, was told by the Ruanlin matriarch to put her on the bed, but she preferred the ache in her arms over letting her go, cherishing her in her embrace.
"Aunt Ruan, what do you think about the proposition I mentioned last time?" As soon as the Ruanlin matriarch had a moment of rest, Zhao Li immediately asked.
The Ruanlin matriarch glanced at Ruan Jiaojiao in her arms. After several interactions, she indeed had a good impression of Zhao Li, but just like before, it was not her place to decide. Last time Ruan Jiaojiao had refused, and she planned to use Qian Xiabai as a scapegoat, but before she could speak, the nearly asleep Ruan Jiaojiao suddenly spoke up.
Looking up at the woman holding her, she sweetly said, "Jiaojiao likes Aunt Li and wants to recognize Aunt Li as her godmother."
"Really? Does Jiaojiao really want that?!" Zhao Li, upon hearing this, joyfully looked at Ruan Jiaojiao in her arms, her voice trembling with excitement.
Ruan Jiaojiao nodded her head and glanced at the Ruanlin matriarch across from her, repeating, "Grandma, Jiaojiao is willing."
The Ruanlin matriarch didn’t know why she suddenly changed her mind, but since she was willing, naturally she would not object; she said, "Then acknowledge it." She had already inquired about it on the day they went to arrange the banquet and Qian Xiabai told her their fates did not clash. On the contrary, Zhao Li’s fate might actually be beneficial to Ruan Jiaojiao’s future; therefore, she had no reason to disagree.