142: We'll discuss this issue in Chapter 142 later.

"Yu Rou, you..."

"And..."

Han Yurou interrupted her, her face turning slightly red.

"Brother Lin... he's quite good. He's a good person, handsome, and treats you well. It's normal for you to like him."

Han Qing looked at her, her heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

This child... when did she become so sensible?

"But," she still couldn't help but say.

"Mom and him... you're still young, you..."

"Mom, I'm eighteen, I'm not young anymore. Besides, I'm not a three-year-old child; I'm a medical student. This kind of thing... I understand."

She paused, then suddenly smiled.

"Mom, did you know? I used to like Brother Lin too."

Han Qing's heart tightened.

"And now?"

Han Yurou thought for a moment.

"Now... I still like him, I guess. But it's different from before. Before, I wanted to be with him; now... I just want to see him doing well."

She looked at her mother, her eyes clear.

"Mom, it's quite good for you to be with him."

Han Qing's tears welled up again.

This time, they were tears of emotion.

She pulled her daughter into her arms and held her tightly.

Han Yurou leaned into her mother's embrace, gently patting her back.

"Mom, stop crying. If you cry anymore, you won't be pretty, and Brother Lin will be heartbroken when he sees you."

Han Qing was amused by her; tears still hung on her face, but the corners of her mouth turned up.

"You child..."

She lightly swatted her daughter.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm telling the truth."

Han Yurou pulled back from her embrace and looked at her.

"Mom, you really look exceptionally beautiful when you wear a Cheongsam. Every time Brother Lin looks at you, his eyes light up."

Han Qing's face turned red again.

"Why... why are you observing so closely?"

"Just curious."

Han Yurou said with a giggle.

"I wanted to see exactly how much Brother Lin likes you."

Han Qing didn't know what to say.

This child, how did she suddenly become so... open?

"Mom."

Han Yurou suddenly lowered her voice and leaned into her ear.

"Just now... was that a warm-up before trying for a baby?"

Han Qing's face instantly turned beet red.

"Yu Rou!"

"I'm just asking."

Han Yurou pulled back, laughing even harder.

"Mom, don't be shy. You're already thirty-seven, what's there to be shy about?"

Han Qing: "..."

She realized her daughter had turned naughty.

She must have learned it from Li Ying.

"Alright, alright, I won't ask anymore."

Han Yurou stood up.

"Mom, you should go to sleep early. I'm sleepy too."

She walked to her bedside, lifted the covers, and crawled in.

Han Qing looked at her back, still feeling a bit uneasy.

"Yu Rou," she called softly.

"Hmm?"

"Do you really... not mind?"

Han Yurou was silent for a few seconds.

Then she rolled over and looked at her mother.

"You're my mom, why would I mind? If you're happy, I'm happy."

She paused and smiled.

"Besides, Brother Lin calls you Aunt Qing and calls me Yu Rou. We each have our own terms for him; they don't conflict."

Han Qing was stunned for a moment, then she laughed.

"Each have our own terms?" she repeated.

"Exactly," Han Yurou said. "You do your thing with him, and I'll call him my brother. Anyway, you wouldn't make him call me daughter, right?"

Han Qing: "..."

This child has really learned some bad habits.

"Alright, alright, go to sleep."

Han Yurou rolled over, her back to her.

"Goodnight, Mom."

Han Qing looked at her daughter's back and remained silent for a long time.

Then she said softly, "Goodnight, Yu Rou."

The lights went out.

In the darkness, Han Yurou kept her eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

Everything she just said was sincere.

But being sincere didn't mean she wasn't envious.

She still thought of the way Qin Lin looked at her mother.

That gentle, possessive gaze.

She also wondered if one day, Qin Lin would look at her with that same gaze...

But it was just a thought.

He belonged to her mother.

She couldn't steal him.

At least not now.

She closed her eyes, a faint, indiscernible smile on her lips.

"Mom, you have to work hard," she said in her heart.

"Hurry up and have a baby."

"That way... I'll be an aunt."

"No... it should be..."

The thought made her unable to suppress a chuckle.

"Pfft."

"Yu Rou?"

Han Qing's voice came over.

"Not asleep yet?"

"I'm asleep, I'm asleep," Han Yurou answered quickly.

"I was dreaming."

Han Qing didn't say anything more.

The moonlight from outside spilled in, falling across the two beds.

In Bedroom No. 003, mother and daughter each had their own thoughts as they slowly drifted into dreamland.

The next morning, at breakfast.

Qin Lin sat at the head of the table, trying his best to act as if nothing had happened.

Han Qing sat opposite him, her head down as she ate, the tips of her ears still a bit red.

Han Yurou sat beside her mother, eating heartily, occasionally looking up at Qin Lin with a meaningful smile.

Su Yuran sensed the anomaly, looking from one to the other, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.

"Yu Rou, did you sleep well last night?"

Han Yurou's movements paused for a second.

"Quite well, though I woke up for a bit in the middle of the night."

"Oh?" Su Yuran raised an eyebrow. "Why did you wake up?"

Han Yurou glanced at her mother, then at Qin Lin, and smiled.

"Nothing much, just... I had a dream."

"What dream?"

Han Yurou thought for a moment and said seriously:

"I dreamt that our family was growing larger and larger. In the future, there will be many, many children, and the RV will become very, very big, with them running all around it."

Everyone laughed.

"Isn't that quite nice?" Su Yuran said.

"It'll be lively."

"Yeah," Han Yurou nodded.

"I just wonder what they'll all call me then."

She paused and looked at Qin Lin.

"Brother Lin, what should your children call me?"

Qin Lin was stunned for a moment; before he could answer, Han Yurou followed up herself.

"They should call me Aunt, right?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but the implication was clear.

A mysterious second of silence fell over the dining table.

Then Li Ying was the first to burst out laughing.

"Yu Rou, what's going on in that little head of yours?"

Han Yurou blinked innocently: "I'm just curious."

Han Qing kept her head down, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

What on earth was wrong with this girl?

Ever since last night, the things she said had been strange; something felt off.

Qin Lin coughed, trying his best to remain calm.

"This issue... we'll discuss it later."

"Oh, then we'll discuss it in the future."

Han Yurou nodded and continued eating.

But that smile on the corner of her mouth simply wouldn't go down.

Su Yuran watched this scene, her mind as clear as a mirror.

Something must have happened last night.

And it was related to this mother and daughter.

She looked at Qin Lin with a meaningful gaze.

Qin Lin shook his head slightly at her, signaling her not to mention it.

Su Yuran smiled and didn't press further.

But in her heart, she had already mentally traced over those words on her schedule once more.