Although there would be many negative voices, these no longer mattered.
After marriage, the couple lived a life without shame or restraint, spending their honeymoon and traveling outside, living a very carefree life, until naturally becoming pregnant and giving birth.
They had always been happy.
The first child born was a boy, and they hoped for a girl for the second.
People are like this; if the first child is a girl, they will definitely want a boy for the second.
It had nothing to do with preferring boys over girls or girls over boys; they simply wished for both a son and a daughter.
As a result, the second child was also a boy.
Qiao Xin Yue envied Gong Zhi Jing and Wen Xuan Xuan for having daughters.
So she tried for a third child, and it was still a boy.
Wen Yan did not have strong demands regarding this; everything depended on Qiao Xin Yue.
And Qiao Xin Yue, in her desperate attempt to have a daughter, tried every method, but such things truly depended on fate.
She even found a fortune teller, refusing to believe in fate. The fortune teller told her that she was destined for many children and great fortune, with eight sons in her fate.
Qiao Xin Yue fainted on the spot, which finally made her give up the idea of having a daughter.
Back to the topic.
After Qiao Xin Yue's family arrived, the birthday banquet began.
Everyone sat around the table, very lively, with a table full of delicious dishes, exquisite in color, aroma, and taste.
Ling Le Jing sat at the head of the table, wearing a birthday hat, his face filled with excitement.
Beside him was Situ Yu; they were good friends and would celebrate their birthdays together.
Gong Zhi Jing had all the curtains in the room drawn. When the light dimmed, she lit the candles on the birthday cake.
It was a three-tiered cake, surrounded by fruit, with a cool toy sports car on top.
After lighting the candles, Gong Zhi Jing started clapping and singing, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
As she began, everyone joined in singing.
Old Madam Ling was as happy as if it were her own birthday, clapping continuously.
Everyone's face was beaming with smiles.
After the birthday song, Gong Zhi Jing said to Ling Le Jing, "Xiao Bao, make a wish quickly!"
Ling Le Jing happily said, "Xiao Bao's wish is to hope that Mommy gives Xiao Bao a younger sister."
No one expected a three-year-old toddler to make such a wish, and all eyes turned to Gong Zhi Jing.
Gong Zhi Jing blushed profusely and said helplessly, "A wish spoken aloud won't come true. Make another one."
Ling Le Jing immediately covered his mouth and then mumbled in a small voice, "I wish Mommy gives me a sister."
His voice was very soft, but it could still be heard, causing a burst of laughter.
Gong Zhi Jing covered her face, speechless.
What a silly son.
Situ Jun playfully said to Ling Yu Chen, "Your son's wish can only be fulfilled by you. Work hard recently and stew a few more roosters to nourish yourself..."
Gong Zhi Jing's face turned even redder.
Ling Yu Chen replied calmly, "I have both a son and a daughter; it makes no difference whether I have more..."
Situ Jun: "..."
He was the only one without a daughter.
Qiao Xin Yue was also indirectly hit.
She had three sons and no daughter.
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Gong Zhi Jing quickly changed the subject, "Okay, okay, Le Jing, blow out the candles. Everyone is waiting to eat cake!"
Ling Le Jing and Situ Yu, these two little ones, were practically drooling.
Ling Le Jing puffed out his cheeks and blew, sputtering saliva everywhere, but the candles remained unlit.
Someone nearby quickly helped to blow them out, so they could start eating the cake.
Gong Zhi Jing first cut a piece for Old Madam Ling and then distributed it to others.
A piece of cake was quickly finished.
Amidst laughter and revelry, they clinked glasses and drank, enjoying a harmonious meal.
Ling Le Jing ate until his face was smeared like a little cat's, but he pointed at Situ Yu and Old Madam Ling and laughed heartily.
"Brother Yu and Great-Grandma have become cats, hahahaha..."
Gong Zhi Jing took a tissue to wipe his mouth and taunted mercilessly, "You're the same."
Everyone looked at each other and then burst into laughter.
The laughter carried far, startling the birds in the trees outside the window into flight.
—The End, Celebratory Flowers
The story continues.
In the world of anime, joy and sorrow, love and hate, grievances and enmities will never end.
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Thank you all for your support. I will continue to write and grow.
One lives and one learns. I will continue to work hard, from my writing style to the plot, I will make changes little by little. I believe I will become better and better.
Once again, I bow in gratitude to all the readers who have silently supported me.
Sending love, see you in the next book.