As they drew closer and closer to the Capital City, it occurred to Mei Wanying that the letter she had sent would soon be in Pei Yan's hands.
'He's no fool. How could he not notice something was amiss?'
But he hadn't asked a thing.
'Something's not right.'
Pei Yan was holding his cards close, probably toying with her, pretending he hadn't noticed anything.
'That scoundrel is full of wicked schemes. It's entirely possible!'
Annoyed, Mei Wanying pinched Ling's little cheek. "When you see your daddy, you have to give him a hard time, see if he still dares to hold back his mischief!"
Ling widened her innocent eyes. "Mama, I'm a good girl. Good girls don't give people a hard time."
"Grandma said I'm very good. I just eat and sleep, and sleep and eat, and never cause any trouble."
"She said raising me is a blessing."
Just as Mei Wanying was wondering how to coax the little one, she saw Ling make a small fist.
