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Fatty told Ling Xiao that he really liked the gun and that it would be perfect for saving his life in a critical moment. He insisted on dragging a few people out to try it out, leaving Xie Yuhua and Ling Xiao alone in the room.

After the others left, Ling Xiao put his good arm around Xie Yuhua's neck and asked, "Will Brother Xiaohua be jealous?"

"Knowing you're doing this on purpose and still getting jealous, aren't you just falling into your trap?" Xie Yuhua ruffled Ling Xiao's hair and smiled indulgently.

"But what can we do?" Ling Xiao buried his head in Xie Yuhua's shoulder and whispered, "I still want to see Brother Xiaohua jealous of me."

Then she looked up and said with a wronged expression, "Can't you just pretend to care about me for a moment, Brother Xiaohua?"

Xie Yuhua pinched his cheek and said, "Who said I don't care about you! Do you want me to say to myself that I'm jealous?"

"Is that okay?" Ling Xiao's eyes lit up.

"Yes, I'm jealous. I was unhappy when I heard you say that Qin Feng is amazing. So, how are you going to make it up to me?" Xie Yuhua said through feigned gritted teeth.

Ling Xiao smiled, squinted his eyes, and kissed Xie Yuhua's cheek, saying, "I knew Brother Xiaohua was the best to me."

"Are you satisfied now?" Xie Yuhua asked him.

"Mmm!" Ling Xiao nodded in response, looking extremely happy.

After a while, Xie Yuhua seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "After you come back this time, come with me to see Uncle Wu."

Ling Xiao's body stiffened instantly. His hand slowly climbed up to the back of Jie Yuhua's neck, and he whispered in her ear with a wronged tone, "Little Flower Brother, do you still not believe me? Do you want to hand me over to Second Master Wu to give him an explanation?"

Although Ling Xiao's tone was aggrieved, his face showed no sign of it. His hands were cold, like icy venomous snakes, resting on Xie Yuhua's neck, his thumb rubbing up and down the back of her neck.

This posture makes it quite convenient to take something out of the space.

"What are you thinking about? You know I don't have many relatives. I just wanted to take you to meet my elders." Sensing the child's unease, Xie Yuhua gently patted his back to comfort him.

Ling Xiao didn't believe it. In his opinion, meeting the parents was a big deal for people in this era, and neither he nor Xie Yuhua had any relatives, so this step was unnecessary. Moreover, it wasn't appropriate for them to meet the parents. Putting aside the fact that they were the same gender, no one would accept the fact that he might die one day.

Therefore, he reasonably suspected that Xie Yuhua was using the meeting with the parents as a setup to lure Cheng Xiaoli out. After all, if he introduced Cheng Xiaoli to his parents, as a return favor, she should at least introduce him to hers, right? And Cheng Xiaoli just happened to be Ling Xiao's only family member…

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jieyuhua knew that the child must be overthinking things again, so she said, "Don't think too much. I just want to introduce you to my elders. It's okay if you don't want to."

“We’ll meet, but not now,” Ling Xiao said, releasing Xie Yuhua’s neck and resting his head against hers. “At least we have to wait until I’m fully recovered. It would be better if the elders saw me healthy and well, wouldn’t that leave a good impression?”

Jieyuhua nodded and said, "Okay," but then, fearing the child might overthink, she added, "You are the one I've chosen. No one will say anything. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I would never do something like handing you over to someone else, not just because you are my lover, but also because I am a person who would never do such a thing, and would never stoop to doing such a thing."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Family, I'm thinking of starting a side story tomorrow, tentatively titled "Why Lingzi Doesn't Like Being Called 'Motherly'". What other side stories would you like to see? Feel free to comment, and I'll arrange it depending on the situation.