In the evening, Jin Rui and Jin Lan returned to the mansion together.
Du Yundi had returned to the academy, and Du Huaili had to socialize with his colleagues, leaving only Du Yunluo to have dinner with Mrs. Zhen in Qinghui Garden.
Jin Rui talked about the excitement in the alley.
Mrs. Zhen held Du Yunluo after hearing it, sighing, "It's all fate, my dear. By next March, when you're married, I'll be dining alone."
Du Yunluo knew that there was still a year or two before Du Yundi's wedding. During this time, if Du Huaili didn't come back for dinner, Mrs. Zhen would indeed be all alone.
"Mother," Du Yunluo called out gently, "just two more years, wait until brother excels and marries a beautiful wife. She'll give you a beautiful daughter, then a handsome son..."
Mrs. Zhen burst out laughing, "Why a daughter first, then a son? Yun Ru had a daughter first, so you think your brother will too?"
Du Yunluo chuckled dumbly.
It wasn't what she thought; it was what she knew.
