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"What, let me make the clothes next week?" An Ya could not believe his ears, and stared deadly at Qiao's Mother.

Qiao's Mother leaned on the sofa: "Why are you making such a fuss over nothing? When Wen Ni said he would make clothes for me, I never felt tired. Did you see the clothes I went to attend the banquet wearing a few days ago? Wen Ni helped me drive him out of the house without stopping to sleep for a few days. Since he didn't say anything, I give you two weeks' time, if you don't want to, don't open your mouth and help me out … "

When he mentioned Wen Ni, An Ya's expression became even colder, and the fingernails in his hands had already been deeply dug into his palms.

Wen Ni, it's Wen Ni again. Qiao's Mother must have angered him on purpose.

"But two weeks is too short!" An Ya could not help but ask.

"If you think it's short, then forget it. I'll find someone else to design it for you." Qiao's Mother scoffed coldly, with an expression that said you don't want to make it for me.

When Qiao Lingyu pushed the door open and returned home, he immediately saw Qiao's Mother and An Ya staring at each other.

"What happened? Why is the atmosphere so heavy? "

Seeing that Qiao Lingyu had returned, An Ya could not help but complain: "Ling Yu, tell me, mom asked me to make her a set of clothes in two weeks, how do you think I would be able to do that?"

"Humph!" Qiao's Mother snorted, "She was the one who said she would make it for me. Don't you see that it's Dou Dou's birthday after two weeks? As a granny, I have a lot of face when I put on the clothes made by my own wife, don't I? "What's more, I already told others that I will wear the clothes you made. If you tell me that you can't do it now, won't that be embarrassing me?"

The words of the Qiao's Mother annoyed An Ya for a while. In the end, he could only look at Qiao Lingyu, hoping that he could speak up for her.

Seeing that, Qiao Lingyu looked at An Ya: "You promised Mommy that you would design her clothes?"

An Ya wanted to cry, but no tears came out. "I did agree, but back then …"

"Since you've agreed to it, how can you go back on your word? You should just work harder!"

Qiao Lingyu made the final decision with a strike, and Qiao's Mother laughed complacently: "My son is still the most sensible."

Qiao Lingyu's footsteps towards the study room paused slightly, what do you mean by? He only felt more and more annoyed by An Ya, since she had nothing better to do, then it would be the right time to find something for her to do, so that she wouldn't appear in front of his eyes everyday.

When the Qiao's Mother left, An Ya was so angry that he wanted to smash the furniture.

Isn't it just a piece of clothing? She did it!

Two weeks passed quickly and soon, it was Qiao's Mother's son's birthday.

Qiao's Mother liked this grandson, so she invited a lot of people, afraid that they wouldn't know that her grandson was already one year old.

Su Ranqing appeared holding Han Zhanyan's arm.

When they saw Su Ranqing, other than the Qiao's Mother, everyone else was stunned.

Especially An Ya, she thought Su Ranqing was here to cause trouble, but in the end Su Ranqing had walked to their front, and indicated for her to take out her present.

Qiao's Mother stepped forward and said: "I was still worried that you wouldn't be able to come. Are you stuck in a traffic jam?"

Seeing how familiar Qiao's Mother was with Su Ranqing, not to mention An Ya, even Qiao Lingyu was stunned. He could not help but look at Su Ranqing with an inquiring gaze.

Su Ranqing laughed, he did not care about the others' probing gazes, and looked towards the child in Qiao's Mother's arms, while passing over the gift: "I hope that Dou Dou can grow up safe and sound."

Su Ranqing said as he reached out to caress the child's little face.

Han Zhanyan went forward and put his arm around her shoulders. Su Ranqing came back to reality and smiled at the Qiao's Mother: "We will be going in first.

The banquet officially began, and An Ya's gaze couldn't help but search the crowd for Su Ranqing. She wanted to know what kind of attitude Su Ranqing had when coming to the banquet, but she couldn't find him even after searching for a long time.

At the same time, Su Ranqing had already followed Qiao's Mother upstairs. There were many eyes at the banquet, but not many people paid attention to Su Ranqing and Qiao's Mother.

"Aunt Qiao's clothes are made pretty well. If I remember correctly, this clothes seemed to have won a prize abroad …"

Su Ranqing casually opened his mouth to praise.

Qiao's Mother's expression immediately changed, "You said that you won an award while wearing clothes abroad?"

Su Ranqing replied: "Yes, if I remember correctly, Zhan Yan went back then. The designer seemed to be a German."

With just a few words from Su Ranqing, Qiao's Mother had already realized that this outfit wasn't something that An Ya had designed. She couldn't keep her face straight, and wished that she could ask about it right now.

was the first to carry the child. Coincidentally, with Su Ranqing's hug, the child stopped crying and looked at Su Ranqing with his big round eyes.

"This child even knows you!" Qiao's Mother laughed, temporarily putting aside the matter of his clothes.

Su Ranqing swayed his body familiarly, and the child closed his eyes again.

"What's his name?" Su Ranqing asked.

She only knew that the child was called Dou Dou and she had yet to ask him for his name.

"His name is Qiao Weiyi, Ling Yu has obtained it."

Su Ranqing's body suddenly trembled.

When she was carrying her first child, she had once told Qiao Lingyu what name she would marry her child into in the future. At that time, she had said that she would give her child a name of Qiao Weiyi.

She thought that Qiao Lingyu was right, she would give up on the name.

She had never thought that Qiao Lingyu would actually give this child a name of only one.

"Ran Qing, please sit for a moment. I need to go to the washroom." Qiao's Mother's voice rang beside his ears, followed by the sound of footsteps and the sound of the door closing.

Very quickly, only Su Ranqing and Qiao Weiyi were left in the house.

Su Ranqing stared at the child in front of him.

With a white face and long eyelashes, this child looked very much like An Ya.

She held the child in one arm, the other sliding slowly from the child's face to her neck.

The one-year-old child was still very young, just an ordinary little baby. It was as if she could break the child's neck with a little force.

Why was their child doing well?

All of the blood in Su Ranqing's body seemed to be congealing, her fingers slightly contracted, and was just about to reach her neck.

As if he felt something, Qiao Weiyi's eyes opened. A pair of big eyes were filled with innocence, as he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him.

Su Ranqing seemed to have lost all of her strength, she put the child down, and one of her hands drooped down.

Tears streamed down his face.

She hated Qiao Lingyu and An Ya. She also hated this child and hated herself more for being soft-hearted.

Worried that the Qiao's Mother would come back, Su Ranqing quickly wiped his tears and pretended that nothing had happened.

The door opened, and Su Ranqing turned away with a smile on her face. When she saw who it was, the smile on her face quickly stiffened.

"Why are you here?"

"I should be asking you that."