"We'd love to, but sadly we can't pop out any more kids." Qin Diaoshi muttered under her breath.
The old madam Qin shot her daughter-in-law a glare. "Hurry up and settle this, and get little Shou married off too. Otherwise, at my age, every time I go out people keep calling me 'grandma' and 'granny,' makes me feel like you've got a bunch of illegitimate kids out there."
The corner of Qin Hui's mouth twitched. This really was his own mother. Listen to that. He'd love to have a few more himself, but that's just how the Qin Family is—five generations only sons, one per generation. Now they could only hope that kid Qin Shou would break the curse.
Qin Shou had been depressed these last few days too. Before, he was still saying he was short of a wife. Now, as Ruxin put it, no matter where he went there were people sending him "autumn spinach," but he was a carnivore; living on spinach alone just wasn't going to cut it.
Yang Family.
