Su Liyan carried Bengbeng back to her room.
A moment ago, in Aunt Zhao's room, there had been too many people, so Su Liyan hadn't been able to feed Bengbeng.
The room had been empty ever since Lu Yuan and Su Liyan left on their long trip.
Bengbeng had been sleeping with her grandmother the whole time.
A dedicated Maid cleaned Lu Yuan and Su Liyan's room every day, ensuring it was spotless.
Su Liyan sat on the bed, lifted her clothes, and said, "My darling daughter, drink up."
Bengbeng looked at her mother's skin, as fair as snowflakes in winter, and gurgled happily.
Bengbeng had been longing to nurse for a long, long time.
In Aunt Zhao's room, Lu Yuan had said he wanted to have a few more daughters.
When Aunt Song heard this, she grinned from ear to ear.
Song Chi, who was standing beside her, had to tug on Song Meiqin's sleeve and whisper, "Sis, mind your image."
