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Since everyone has no objections, let's go ahead with this plan. However, I have an idea. As we all know, Wang Zhao Ran sacrificed himself to save Yang Qinghe. Why don't we carry out these actions in his name? It would be as if Wang Zhao Ran is still with us in spirit!
Everyone nodded in agreement, understanding that Yu Suihuan didn’t want to forget their friend, Wang Zhao Ran.
Alright, let’s raise our glasses! One toast to celebrate our reunion and another to commemorate the birth of the Wang Zhao Ran Association!
The wine in their cups sparkled under the light, reflecting their hopes and enthusiasm. Each person felt as if they could already see the smiling faces of those they would help.
To our wonderful lives and to the Wang Zhao Ran Association, cheers! They exchanged smiles and drank deeply from their cups, pouring all their emotions and determination into that single drink.
The meal was filled with joy and satisfaction. After indulging in food and drink, no one wanted to leave—except for Yang Qingping. She was well aware of Li Hu's kindness towards her. Now that they were of marriageable age, she didn’t want to drag things out any longer.
Living in this space was indeed wonderful, but how could she bring up the topic with Yu Suihuan? What if Li Hu didn’t want to move into the space with her? What then?
After the meal, Yang Qinghe held two children in his arms, showering them with kisses, unable to get enough of them. Every time he tried to kiss Little Girl, she would giggle uncontrollably. However, whenever he attempted to kiss Little Boy, the little one would turn away with a look of disdain.
It seemed that opposites attract while same sexes repel!
Seeing this, Yu Suihuan teased him deliberately. “Well, what if they repel? I’m still going to kiss you!”
With that, he aimed for Little Boy again, causing the child to burst into tears.
“Oh dear! What’s wrong with you? Why did you have to bother him? Give him back!”
Hearing the child cry, Yang Mother rushed over like an arrow and snatched Little Boy from Yang Qinghe's arms.
In just the span of one meal, the woman who had been overwhelmed with joy at her son's miraculous escape had completely transformed her demeanor. Now, she was visibly displeased with Yang Qinghe for accidentally making Little Boy cry.
Ah, how quickly one forgets their own child when a grandchild arrives—how very realistic!
Yang Qinghe shook his head helplessly and continued to tease Little Girl.
"Xiao Huan, look at her! She looks just like you—so beautiful! When she grows up, she'll surely be as pretty as her mother, won't she, little darling?"
He gently touched Little Girl's cheek with his finger, and she immediately burst into giggles.
"Have you thought of a name for the baby yet? Hmm, since this little girl is so adorable, let’s call her Little Darling! And that brat who won’t even let his father kiss him—let’s name him Chou Chou!"
Yu Suihuan frowned at the casualness of the name choice for his son.
"Chou Chou is fine; it’s a name that’s easy to raise a child with!"
Little Old Lady seemed quite pleased with the name. People from her generation often favored such names.
"What era are we in? How can my nephew have such a name?"
"Then, Auntie, why don’t you come up with one?"
Yu Suihuan found it hard to argue against Little Old Lady. Hearing Yang Qingping's suggestion, he quickly chimed in.
"Well, we definitely want the child to be safe and sound. How about we call him Kang Kang or just Peace? You all decide!"
Yang Qingping wasn’t particularly good at naming either; she just felt that Chou Chou was a bit too rustic and didn’t suit her nephew's temperament.
"Let’s go with Kang Kang then; it sounds nice!"
Little Old Lady took the lead in breaking the deadlock, and since everyone had no objections, the matter was settled.
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