Huang Huang was still crying, and when he heard soone coaxing him nearby, he cried even harder.
Guo Tong, feeling aggrieved by Su Xiaong’s remark, shrank her neck and leaned closer to Yin Bowen, pursing her lips, unable to hide her sense of grievance.
"Little Aunt, Xiao Tong is just feeling sorry for the child. Look how heartbroken little Huang Huang is crying."
Su Xiaong took a shallow breath and quietly said, "Whenever he cries, soone cos to comfort him, and I’m afraid he’ll grow up thinking that crying will solve everything."
"I was just being kind... do you really have to be so aggressive..."
Guo Tong mumbled under her breath.
Aggressive...
That word choice is really...
"Dad, Mom, it’s nothing. There’s no need to feel sorry for him. He knows the mistake he made himself."
Yin Shixiu said to the elderly couple who were looking on with concern.
Speaking of which, Zhou ngqin and Yin Shaohui have always been strict with their own children, but when it cos to their grandchildren, they are exceedingly doting...
"Xiao ng, don’t be too harsh. After all, the child is still young. Teach him slowly."
Yin Shaohui advised.
Su Xiaong patted little Huang Huang’s back while responding, "Dad, I understand."
Only then did the grandparents turn around and go back inside.
"Bowen."
Yin Bowen, with Guo Tong, was also about to go inside when Yin Shixiu stopped him.
"Uncle, what’s up?"
"Miss Guo is heavily pregnant. The less she interferes in others’ affairs, the better. When she can keep quiet, it’s best for her not to speak. I think it’s better for a peaceful pregnancy, don’t you think?"
Yin Bowen’s face stiffened. Taking a deep breath, he nodded, "Uncle, you’re right."
Guo Tong, turning her back on them, wore a sowhat contorted expression, suppressing her emotions without lashing out.
Yin Bowen patted Guo Tong on the back and, with his arm around her shoulders, led her into the house.
anwhile, Prince Huang’s cries hadn’t ceased. His small hands clenched tightly, and the cute, spirited little face was now covered in tears and snot.
At this mont, Yin Hongyi stood beside Lu Jingshuang, holding a Bumblebee model handed to him by Qiyang.
He looked sowhat awkwardly at Yin Shixiu, "Uncle, when kids play together, there are always minor issues. It’s just a Transforr toy; if it’s broken, it’s broken. Let’s not bla little Huang Huang..."
"I know, it’s fine. The kid is just used to being pampered at ho, poor Yangyang."
Yin Shixiu squatted down and took Yin Qiyang’s hand. "Later, Uncle will take you to buy a new one, okay?"
Yin Qiyang’s face suddenly turned red, and he shyly said, "Dad will fix it..."
Yin Hongyi wore a faint expression of pride.
Yin Shixiu lightly laughed, patting Yin Qiyang’s head, then looked at Yin Hongyi, "Yangyang is really a good boy."
"He can be quite a troublemaker at ho, too."
Lu Jingshuang quickly added.
"Take Yangyang inside. While you’re all here, Huang Huang feels he has people to rely on."
"Alright, we’ll go in first. Aunt, it’s really nothing serious."
Su Xiaong nodded, "Mm, you all go in."
Once Lu Jingshuang’s family went inside, only their family of three was left in the vast courtyard.
Yin Shixiu took Prince Huang from Su Xiaong’s arms, gently patting his back.
Su Xiaong rubbed her nose, muttering, "I really wasn’t harsh on him. When he wouldn’t give the toy back to Yangyang, I just grabbed the toy and returned it to Yangyang, and then he cried like this..."
"Ugh..."
Yin Shixiu sighed, pulling Xiaong to sit on the swing, placing Prince Huang down as well.
Prince Huang refused to let go, tightly clutching Yin Shixiu’s clothes.
"Normally, even when I scold him, he doesn’t cry so pitifully..."
Xiaong was also quite troubled.
"Why do you have to be so serious with him? He broke Yangyang’s toy, and I guess he even scared himself."
Su Xiaong was startled.
"As you said, the two of them were playing well together. Besides, Huang Huang isn’t one to snatch toys from others."
"Not snatch? Our upstairs neighbor..."
"That ti, that kid took Shuangshuang’s stuff first."
"...How did you know?"
Su Xiaong was surprised again.
"Later on, I t the lady from upstairs in the corridor. She brought up the matter herself."
Yin Shixiu saw Su Xiaong’s bewildered expression, not much different from Huang Huang’s at the mont.
"Then why didn’t he give the toy back?"
Su Xiaong blinked...
Yin Shixiu pursed his lips, "Well... I’m not sure about that."
Prince Huang buried his face in Yin Shixiu’s neck, sobbing continuously, and Su Xiaong felt a pang of heartache watching him...
Seeing Xiaong’s silence, Yin Shixiu said, "When you scold Huang Huang next ti, think more about ."
"What?"
"Huang Huang is like . Do you see as the kind of little overlord who takes other people’s things?"
Yin Shixiu raised an eyebrow, and the guilt in Su Xiaong’s heart dissipated instantly!
She raised her hand to pinch his arm, "I think you look like one!"
"Hahaha!"
Su Xiaong thought, maybe she was indeed a bit too hasty.
The thing is, Yin Qiyang is such a well-behaved child, kindly playing with Huang Huang, only for his toy to be broken.
Seeing Yangyang’s reaction, it’s clear that the child really likes that toy.
Little ngxin feels quite sorry inside. Seeing Prince Huang looking so disobedient, she instantly explodes!
Just afraid that calling Huang Huang "Prince Huang" so often really gives him a princely temper, making him untouchable.
Little ng gently taps Huang Huang’s shoulder, "Huang Huang..."
Prince Huang sits there with his head down, still looking deeply aggrieved and utterly upset.
"Stop crying, okay? It’s Mommy’s fault. Mommy shouldn’t have scolded you without asking first..."
Saying this, Little ng supports Prince Huang’s arm, encouraging him to stand, while Yin Shixiu supports him from behind.
Prince Huang looks down at the swing seat, refusing to look at Su Xiaong, obviously harboring resentnt.
"Huang Huang... Mommy asks you, you didn’t want to ruin Yangyang’s toy, right?"
Prince Huang pouts silently.
Little ng sighs, "And since you broke Yangyang’s toy, does it make you upset too?"
With these words, Prince Huang’s nose twitches, he pouts, and the settled crying starts again, stretching out his arms to hug Little ng.
"Boohoo..."
Little ng understands now; Yin Shixiu was right. Huang Huang’s crying is mostly because he broke Yangyang’s toy...
Thinking about the mont when Prince Huang held the toy and refused to give it back to Yangyang...
It’s likely that Huang Huang wanted to fix the toy, but couldn’t find a way...
Gently patting Prince Huang’s back, Little ng softly consoles him over and over.
"Alright, alright, no more tears..."
Yin Shixiu glances at the ti and then says to Little ng, "Let’s do this, I’ll take him to the departnt store and see if we can find the sa toy."
"Now? Isn’t it too late? Isn’t it ti to have dinner soon?"
"It’s about ti. I’ll just take him to have a look. If there’s none, we’ll co back. If he’s really upset, he might avoid Yangyang all the ti."
Su Xiaong is quite surprised by how well Yin Shixiu understands Prince Huang.
Suddenly, she squints, slyly smiles, and asks, "Did you do sothing similar when you were a kid?"
Yin Shixiu averts his gaze, picks up Huang Huang, pretending not to hear.
"Alright, son, let’s go buy a new one and give it to little nephew Yangyang!"
Huang Huang rubs his eyes and nose against Yin Shixiu’s collar, making Yin Shixiu shiver, but he has to pretend nothing’s wrong and smile at his son.
Yin Shixiu takes Huang Huang out.
Shuangshuang wants to follow, but who knows what Yin Junjie whispers in her ear, so Little Shuangshuang waves at Huang Huang before turning around to follow behind Yin Junjie.
Su Xiaong actually feels a bit tired.
As she’s about to sit on the sofa, Yin Bowen helps Guo Tong sit right where Su Xiaong was planning to sit.
After sitting down, Guo Tong realizes, "Xiao ng, did you want to sit here? Oh, then I’ll let you have this seat."
Saying this, Guo Tong prepares to stand up.
Su Xiaong quickly says, "No need, I can sit anywhere."
Saying this, Little ng sits on a spot slightly off to the side.
Yin ng cos out of the kitchen, carrying a small cake, squeezes next to Su Xiaong, "The cook just made this, try it quick."
Little ng happens to crave it a bit, so she opens her mouth to take a bite.
Yin ng grins at her, "How’s it? Tasty?"
Little ng furrows slightly, "Has the cook’s style changed? Why does it taste so strange?"
"Just tell if it’s good!"
"A bit too sour, isn’t it? It’s okay for , but if it were soone else..."
"Hahaha, as long as it’s okay for you! I made it myself! Don’t you love it?"
Su Xiaong’s face freezes, "You made this?"
"Um... and Ming Lang helped."
No sooner said than done, Ming Lang seems to hear his na and pops out of the kitchen, face and hands covered in cream and flour...
Little Jun beams brightly, "Little Aunt, how is it, how is it?"
"What’s with your expression?"
Yin ng looks at Su Xiaong’s worried face.
"ng ng... aren’t you a master of dark cooking..."
"Uh... I recently reford."
Yin ng quickly replies, "Don’t have that expression, the taste is okay, right? Ming Lang and I researched it, catering especially to pregnant won!"
"I just feel chilly on my back, aren’t you two too free?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Yeah."
Yin ng and Shan Ming Lang said in unison.
Su Xiaong looks up at the sky, tearless.
"What do you an catering to pregnant won?"
Yin Bowen hears Yin ng’s words and suddenly asks.
Yin ng doesn’t like her cousin, and the Guo surna lady following along, so she pretends not to hear.
But Ming Lang is quick to respond, "My sister and I researched together. Pregnant won, don’t they have poor appetite sotis? So we made this cake, sweet and sour. Really tasty!"
Su Xiaong looks at Shan Ming Lang with surprise, where does that confidence co from?
"Little ng, Ming Lang, your little aunt is pregnant, but your cousin’s wife is also pregnant, shouldn’t you be fair to both?"
Guo Tong quickly puts up her hand to stop Yin Bowen, "Don’t say things like that, how could I be compared to Xiao ng?"
Yin Bowen doesn’t like Guo Tong talking this way, imdiately says, "Why say such self-deprecating things?"
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