"I want you more. A child right now would be a bit of an inconvenience."
Chen Wanqing chuckled and stroked his cheek. "We might not be in a hurry, but Mother is. She's getting on in years, and other people her age are already holding their grandchildren."
Mrs. Zhao couldn't make decisions about Xiang'er's marriage, and Zhao Jing wouldn't let her handle the matter. So, what else could she do?
Her children were grown, and there was very little she could manage anymore. She had lost her sense of purpose. Perhaps it was because she had left her familiar surroundings that her spirits were so low.
"Let's have a child. If we have a baby, Mother won't be so paranoid, always suspecting that I'm going to kick you out."
"Would you?"
"What do you think?"
"Probably not. After all, no one knows better than I do how to please you."
