"Mm! Thank you, sister!" Mario proudly imitated Xia Qingqian’s way of holding chopsticks, battling with that piece of sweet and sour pork. It was so slippery that he couldn’t pick it up, and he broke out in a sweat!
Beitang Yao’s eyes were filled with anger as he stared straight at Xia Qingqian, his murderous cold sternness sending shivers down one’s spine.
"Sister, this sweet and sour pork is always against ! It refuses to let eat it!" Mario put down his chopsticks and said gloomily, his little eyebrows knotted together, making one want to reach out and stroke them, but Xia Qingqian restrained herself.
She put down her chopsticks, picked up Mario’s chopsticks, helped him pick up the sweet and sour pork, and said with a light smile, "Here, sister will help you eat it." Mario joyfully opened his mouth, squinting slightly at the sweet and sour pork, then turned his face, eting Beitang Yao’s face that was as cold as a millennium of ice.
"So delicious!" Mario moved his body proudly, continuously leaning towards Xia Qianqian. Mario truly was mature for his age; when he sensed Beitang Yao’s murderous gaze, he glanced at Xia Qingqian, who was eating elegantly.
The delicate and gentle lines of her profile made one feel comfortable just looking at her. It was like a spring in a mountain stream, clear and refreshingly cool, making one dare not to desecrate it. Mario gazed deeply at Xia Qingqian with a light that an adult man might use to look at the woman he loves.
Relying on his young age, he sweetly cooed, "Sister, do you love baby?"
Everyone at the table paused, and Xia Qingqian, upon hearing this, did not imdiately look towards Mario but instead suddenly raised her eyes to look at Beitang Yao, wanting to see his expression when Mario said this.
Sure enough, Beitang Yao’s face was ashen, his dark and icy eyes suddenly dimd. That dimness was like a firework bursting through the sky, and with a bang, it shattered her little heart along with it.
In the mont Beitang Yao’s expression turned bleak, she unexpectedly captured a trace of loneliness and anger. Her body trembled inexplicably, her face twitched slightly, plunging into silence, uncertain of how to respond.
When Mario tugged at her sleeve, she regained her awareness and said with a smile, "Mario is so adorable, who wouldn’t like you? Even Grandpa dotes on Mario, so how could Sister not like Mario?"
"Then Sister has to wait for Mario to grow up. Mario will definitely grow up quickly to marry Sister." Hearing ’like’ instead of ’love’ made even the young Mario feel the weight of emotions, deciding then to quickly make Sister his.
Xia Qingqian listened to Mario’s declaration, feeling indescribable, truly at a loss whether to cry or laugh, she shook her head and asked, "Mario, do you know what you’re saying?"
Talking about these things in front of the Young Master seed a bit inappropriate.
"I do, Sister is going to be Mario’s bride in the future." In Mario’s deep blue eyes, there was a soft glow, making one sink into them.
"Hehe..." Xia Qingqian paused, forcing a smile. This Mario, mature beyond his years, was truly giving her a headache.
"Baby... Sister is already engaged, and when you grow up, you’ll et soone even better than Sister." Though it was just a child’s words without malice, Uncle Quan could feel the anger simring within Beitang Yao. He knew the Young Master was stubborn and couldn’t swallow his pride to argue with a child.
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