Little Ancestor (小祖宗)

Once Jing Yun Zhao spoke up, the two little girls turned visibility much happier than before. They hurriedly hugged their gifts tightly, as if it would be snatched away by their younger brother at any moment.

The gifts were very simple, two plush toys and a remote-controlled toy car. Jing Yun Zhao never thought this little brother would still be reluctant to part with the plush toys even after getting the toy car.

The little boy glared at Jing Yun Zhao and walked towards Wang Xin Fang unhappily. He didn’t make a fuss and actually spoke normally, “Mommy, I want the two plush toys!”

Wang Xin Fang put down what she was doing and looked at her children before she looked at Jing Yun Zhao in embarrassment.

“Those are toys your eldest sister bought for your second sister and third sister, don’t create trouble,” Wang Xin Fang coaxed.

Jing Yun Zhao could see that her gaze was indulgent and pampering. If it weren’t because she was present, she’d probably give everything to her son.

The three children of the Jing family were Second Sister Jing Xiu (景秀), Third Sister Jing Ling (景玲), and the youngest brother Jing Ming Kai (景明凱).

“Mommy, is it because Eldest Sister came that you don’t love me anymore? Fine then! You can just dote on Eldest Sister in the future, I’ll run away from home! I heard there are many families out there who lack a son! I’ll sell myself and will never ever ever come back!” Jing Ming Kai shouted.

The way he was speaking wasn’t like a son, more like he was an elderly.

Wang Xin Fang still had the intentions to go according to Jing Yun Zhao’s decision previously, but the moment she heard Jing Ming Kai say those words, her expression instantly hardened and she snatched Jing Xiu and Jing Ling’s toys, stuffing them into Jing Ming Kai’s hands unhesitatingly, “Okay okay okay, I’ll give it all to you, okay? My little ancestor, today’s the first time your eldest sister is coming home. Can’t you be peaceful for a while?”

When she finished speaking to him, she turned to Jing Yun Zhao, “Xiao Ming is still young. The other two are already so big and don’t need to play with these things…”

Jing Yun Zhao’s gaze darkened, but she didn’t say anything.

She had to face the Qiao family’s attitudes in her past life, so she was quite sensitive. Moreover, she hated these kinds of families the most. They were obviously all her children, yet they still had to be differentiated.

Originally, she already had some reservations towards this family. Now that she met upon this scene, her guard was held even higher.

They had just recognized each other, so the husband and wife treated her quite politely, but no matter what, she was still a girl. These two could be amiable for one or two days, but what about one or two years? She was afraid their attitude towards her in the future would be no different from how she was treating Jing Xiu and Jing Ling now.

The polite smile she had on her face dropped a little as Jing Yun Zhao made a decision to keep her distance.

Wang Xin Fang was busy with her chores and didn’t see it, but instead, there was Jing Ming Kai. As if a successful sparrow, he shook his head and butt at her, showing off his spoils of war. Jing Ling curled her lips in anger, while Jing Xiu looked as if she was already used to it, silently turning around to help out with the chores.

In the Jing family’s yard, there was a moment of complete silence.

Shortly after, Jing Ling ran to her side. She looked at the clothes she was wearing, her eyes burning brightly.

Jing Yun Zhao was dressed in a pure white blouse today, while her bottoms were a pair of black shorts that were matched with running shoes. While it might look like the simplest kind of pairing because she was relatively tall and fair, she looked valiant and formidable in her attire; extremely refreshing and neat.

However, while the clothes were simple, it’s design didn’t disappoint. Moreover, the quality was also not bad and could be considered to be a known brand. They were picked by Xiao Hai Qing.

“Eldest Sister, your clothes look really good…It must be very expensive? Our Mom sure is willing, Second Sister and I barely get any new clothes throughout the year…” Jing Ling reached out to touch Jing Yun Zhao’s clothes.