Chapter 527: Finally Winning Back a Round

The wedding dress worn by the bride and the groom's suit were both custom-made by hand by a top international designer commissioned by Lady Jian, and the styles also had to be approved by her.

Furthermore, she personally oversaw every single detail of the wedding, exercising strict control.

It seemed as if the protagonists of this wedding were not Jian Yining and Jin Wan'er.

The bride and groom seemed like invited guests, making cameo appearances at the wedding.

Lady Jian was the true protagonist of this wedding, bustling about... no, that's not it.

She was busy shuttling between the guests, a brilliant smile on her face, feeling exceptionally happy.

At the wedding, Lady Jian finally felt she had won back a round!

After the wedding ended, Jin Laofuren discussed with Wang Yinghao: "In-law, we should also hold a wedding like this for Hanyu and Xuanxuan. They have two children already, and it's not right that they still haven't had a proper wedding."

These words hit exactly what was in Wang Yinghao's heart.

Of course, she also wanted to hold a grand wedding for her son and daughter-in-law; she absolutely could not let Lady Jian get the upper hand. Just thinking about her triumphant, smug appearance at the wedding made Wang Yinghao angry!

It was as if the wedding was no longer a matter for the bride and groom, but had turned into a means for the parents to compete for the spotlight and show off.

Fortunately, although Wang Yinghao wanted to compete with Lady Jian over the wedding, she also respected the wishes of her son and especially her daughter-in-law, so she did not act arbitrarily and consulted them first.

Shi Youxuan was easygoing and felt it didn't matter.

If her mother-in-law wanted to organize it, she could just let her fuss about as she pleased.

But Sheng Hanyu disagreed; he had always had an idea in his heart to give his wife a perfect wedding.

The biggest, the best, and the most meaningful.

One that no one could surpass, the kind that would cause a sensation in Jiangzhou!

Therefore, regarding the wedding, he firmly refused to let his mother intervene, intending to handle everything himself.

Wang Yinghao was impatient: "I didn't say I had to be the one to help you organize it. If you have ideas, then do it! Now that you have both a son and a daughter, how much longer do you want us to wait?"

"Your father and I can afford to wait, but it's Xuanxuan's grandparents who are afraid they won't live to see their other granddaughter's wedding."

Shi Youxuan:...

Sheng Hanyu:...

Having many elders has its benefits, but also its drawbacks.

There is more care, but at the same time, the pressure and demands added by the elders also increase.

Sheng Hanyu would not change his plan, but he did announce a date to his mother—after Xiao Erbao's first birthday, they would hold it!

Erbao was six months old.

Sheng Zichen had a very good relationship with his sister; every time he saw her, he wouldn't let anyone else hold him, and except for nursing, he didn't even look for his mother.

Shi Ran's pretty little face was scrunched up as she looked at her sleeping younger brother in her arms, her arm aching as if it were no longer her own.

"Mom, please come take him from me, I can't move anymore," Shi Ran whispered, afraid of waking her brother.

Shi Youxuan hurried over to take her son, placed him gently on the small bed, and then helped her daughter rub her arm to improve circulation, saying heart-achingly: "In the future, don't spoil him like your grandmother does. If he wants to cry, let him cry. If he cries twice and it doesn't work, he'll naturally stop."

Children also know how to pick and choose who to manipulate.

Sheng Zichen was the same.

He picked the softest persimmons to squeeze; besides bullying his grandmother, he bullied his sister.

His grandfather was of course willing to let him bully him, but it didn't seem comfortable when his grandfather held him, so he looked down on him!

As long as his sister was holding him, he wouldn't get down, and if she put him down, he would cry.

Sheng Zichen was chubby and all meat; although he looked quite festive, growing up like a lucky doll.

But no one could stand holding him for a long time, let alone Shi Ran, a little girl only six-plus years old.

When he was just born, Shi Ran wanted to hold him, but at that time Shi Youxuan was afraid the baby was too small and his spine was soft, so she wouldn't let her. Back then, Shi Ran had longed to hold her brother—a soft, fragrant little bundle, how fun would that be?

But later, she didn't long for it anymore.

Sheng Zichen was fun, and it was fine to tease him, but he always wanted to be held and wouldn't allow anyone else to take over, which no one could stand.

Erbao was put down and woke up very quickly.

He discovered he had been placed in the small bed instead of in his sister's arms and immediately let out a loud "Wah—" cry.

While crying, he waved his chubby hands and feet in protest, his black-grape-like eyes rolling around, searching everywhere for his sister.

Shi Ran couldn't bear to let her brother cry, and although her arm was aching so much she could barely lift it, she still intended to compromise.

Just as she was about to go over, she was pulled back by her mother. Shi Youxuan said: "Go do your homework. If you finish it, you can go out and play for a while."

Shi Youxuan told her daughter that she could not become a "younger-brother-obsessed slave."

She couldn't give him whatever he demanded; she had to lay a good foundation while he was small, lest he become a burden to her when he grew up!

Shi Ran went out, and her mother-in-law came in.

The little guy was crying miserably.

His tiny body contained great energy; once his loud voice started wailing, it could be heard from very far away.

"Why is he crying again?"

Her mother-in-law was dissatisfied: "Erbao shouldn't be left for you to take care of. Every time you soothe the child, you end up making him cry. Even a stepmother wouldn't be like you."

Shi Youxuan wasn't angry and retorted with a grin: "Of course, a stepmother is afraid of what others will say, so naturally she has to pretend to be virtuous on the surface. I am his biological mother, so I don't need to pretend."

Wang Yinghao:...

When it came to bickering, she had to admit defeat.

So she raised her hand high and let it fall lightly, patting her daughter-in-law on the forehead: "You and your twisted logic all day long."

The relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was better now than before; after the last unpleasantness, both had reflected on their own problems.

Then, in the process of getting along, they restrained their tempers, making mutual concessions as long as it wasn't a matter of principle—and of course, there were no matters of principle.

However, just because their relationship is good now doesn't mean there are no disagreements when it comes to taking care of Erbao—and right now, there is one.

The mother-in-law wants to pick up the child to soothe him.

Shi Youxuan blocks the front of the crib and simply won't allow it.

She says to her mother-in-law: "Mom, you go out and busy yourself with your own things; I'll take care of Zichen."

The mother-in-law won't go out; she is worried.

Wang Yinghao discusses it with her daughter-in-law: "Don't let him cry; if a small child cries for too long, they will get a pneumothorax, and that illness is not easy to treat."

To cry until one gets a pneumothorax, one would have to cry continuously for several hours, and it only happens if they are always like that; he has only cried twice now.

Wang Yinghao simply cannot bear to see her grandson cry; she is just soft-hearted.

"Alright, I know, please rest assured."

Shi Youxuan smiles as she pushes her mother-in-law out of the nursery: "Go keep Ranran company while she does her homework; if there is anything she doesn't know, you can tutor her."

Wang Yinghao:...

She cannot tutor Shi Ran's coursework at all.

The mother-in-law is "driven" out of the nursery by Shi Youxuan, who even locks the door from the inside.

She turns back around and glares at her son: "Shut up, stop crying."

The crying stops abruptly.

"Giggle—"

The little fellow stops crying and starts laughing instead, his pink, tender little face still streaked with teardrops, yet he is smiling brilliantly.

He even uses his little hand to blow a kiss to his mother, trying to curry favor with her!

Then he reaches out his hands, begging for kisses, hugs, and to be lifted high.

The whole set of actions is done in one smooth motion; this routine works on everyone else in the house—it's a total success.

Even on someone like Sheng Hanyu, who always wears an icy face when he is out, it works.

Among the family members, this routine of Sheng Zichen's just doesn't work in front of his mother!

Shi Youxuan sits down by the crib, rests her chin in her hands, and says to her son: "You little rascal, stop using this routine on me; it's useless."

"I'm warning you, from now on you are not allowed to bully your sister, and you are not allowed to bully your grandmother, do you hear me?"

"I'm warning you this time, if I catch you clinging to someone's arms and refusing to come down again, I will spank your little bottom..."

Sheng Zichen stops smiling.

His little face is very serious; he is unhappy.