“Aunty…” Han Xue carried her son to the living room on the first floor where Xia Jingshu was eating an apple while watching a drama that was airing on television.
She smiled warmly when she noticed that her grandson was here.
“Xiao Yu, come here,” she said and her love for her grandson was written all over her face.
Han Xue placed her son next to Xia Jingshu but her eyes were still blazing in anger.
“Aunty…” she twisted Xiao Yu’s head to the side and pointed at the long red mark on his neck.
Xia Jingshu was very worried when she saw that her precious grandson was injured. She quickly stretched out to stroke the child’s neck and asked, “What happened?”
“Xi Xi scratched him earlier,” Han Xue said angrily. If she didn’t have a grip over her temper, she would have gone upstairs to give Ye Zixi two tight slaps.
“Xi Xi scratched him?” Xia Jingshu asked doubtfully as she looked at Han Xue in confusion.
“Xiao Yu said that Xi Xi hit him because he took her doll,” Han Xue snapped in irritation.
She longed to teach the pampered little girl a lesson but she knew that she couldn’t do so. Otherwise, Ye Hao would hate her even more. It had taken so long for their relationship to show signs of thawing, so she didn’t want to jeopardize their cordial relationship.
Xi Xi was worth more than 10 Xiao Yus to Ye Hao.
Xia Jingshu sighed but she felt bad when she saw the long red mark on her son’s neck. She turned to Wang Lan who was cleaning the house nearby and said, “Bring Xi Xi over to me.”
Wang Lan nodded and walked out of the door. However, as she walked past Han Xue’s side, she exchanged a meaningful glance with Han Xue.
There were some secrets that only they were privy to.
Xi Xi was playing in her room and was dancing the latest dance that her dance teacher had taught her.
She didn’t really dance very well and would make up movements from time to time but she was smiling as she danced and looked like she was in a good mood.
Qin Xiaoyu tapped out the beat for her in encouragement.
“Good job, Xi Xi. You’re getting better and better at this. I’m sure you’ll grow up to be a good dancer.”
Xi Xi was exhausted and was resting in a bubble bath when Wang Lan walked in.
Wang Lan looked at her expressionlessly and Xi Xi looked at her blankly.
This aunty didn’t really interact with her, so she didn’t remember her.
“Xi Xi, your grandmother has told you to go downstairs,” Wang Lan said as though she wasn’t speaking to a child.
She stretched out her hand reluctantly to lead Xi Xi down but Xi Xi walked past her and headed downstairs herself.
Xi Xi was already three and a half years old. She was taller than her peers and her looks had also changed slightly. As she grew older, Xi Xi didn’t really resemble her father, but she looked like her mother, He Xiyan, especially her nose and mouth.
Xi Xi happily went down to the living room where her grandmother was watching television.
However, she noticed that Aunty Han was also downstairs. She didn’t really like this aunty and didn’t understand why this aunty must live with them.
“Grandmother…” Xi Xi smiled sweetly as she walked to her grandmother.
Xia Jingshu looked at her granddaughter and coughed. Anger swirled in her eyes as she asked, “Why did you hit your brother?”