Chapter 1878 - 1858:

Chapter 1878: Chapter 1858:

But it’s clear that the road to becoming a stepmother is still a long journey ahead.

Lin Jiayou is not the kind of person who would marry her just because she can take care of kids.

After all, there’s the Eldest Princess standing between them, though this is what the Eldest Princess wishes. Only if Cong Ying marries Lin Jiayou will she treat their child well. Anyone else might see the child as a thorn in their side.

Growing up in the Royal Family, how could she not understand this? Hence, this is also her way of leaving a survival opportunity for her child.

But it seems she hasn’t considered that Lin Jiayou could choose to stay single too.

Anyway, Cong Ying has decided early on that if Lin Jiayou marries someone else, she’ll decisively leave with Lin Nianan! Decisively, without hesitation, she’d never let the Eldest Princess’s child live with such a father!

Of course, if he marries her, it wouldn’t be a problem.

After all, Lin Jiayou seems like a great marriage prospect. First, he’s a cultivator, which most ordinary people can’t even approach. Second, he’s someone from Nine Heavens Pavilion, and he’s quite high-ranking.

His status is due to his brother being the Pavilion Master of Nine Heavens Pavilion, and the most influential person there is his sister. No choice—though not related by blood, his family gave him this innate condition, making him admit that background is sometimes really crucial.

Plus, she truly likes him. Whether it’s his interactions with the Eldest Princess or his sense of responsibility, she likes them.

But unfortunately, it seems the other party is not interested in her...

With a sigh, Qin Nuan looked up at her, following her gaze with understanding. She smiled knowingly and said, "What? Worried about how to chase Lin Jiayou?"

Cong Ying was stunned. When she realized what Qin Nuan meant, she blushed, unable either to deny or nod. She could only keep her head down, remaining silent, like a shy girl whose secret was revealed.

Completely different from the usual decisive and straightforward girl.

Qin Nuan laughed, covering her mouth: "Want me, your sister, to offer some advice?" She blinked her big eyes, and as Cong Ying looked over, she beckoned her over and whispered a few words in her ear.

As soon as she finished, Cong Ying’s face turned crimson immediately, her slightly open mouth showing her disbelief.

After Qin Nuan finished, she returned to normal, but clearly, Cong Ying hadn’t yet reacted to her suggestion. She was in a daze, her entire demeanor appeared strange.

"Trust me, if he has feelings for you, he’ll definitely get jealous. Once he’s jealous, you can give it a try." Qin Nuan shrugged. After all, without a progress bar, how would you know whether to continue or give up? The best way is to try checking the progress bar.

Testing Lin Jiayou’s reaction is just a simple choice between two options, isn’t it?

But Cong Ying, still red-faced, hesitantly asked, "What if... he doesn’t react?"

"Then... think of another way, right? Trust me, he can’t possibly be entirely uninterested in you. After all, watching me and my husband flaunt our love every day, he’d inevitably feel a bit envious, right? Gentle warmth in his arms is always better than a cold bed," Qin Nuan stated decisively.

Over on the other side, Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu were eavesdropping and began muttering, "Sis is giving lousy advice again." Luo Qianqian sighed, this mother who loves watching dramas so much is eager to see a live soap opera every day.

"It might not be a lousy idea." He Wenyu was intrigued: "I think Brother Jiayou might actually have feelings for Cong Ying. Didn’t he take good care of her before? The current issue seems to be more of a mental one; he probably feels unworthy since she’s an unmarried young lady, even though he’s unmarried but has a son."

"No way! Is Brother Jiayou really going to feel inferior? I don’t buy it..." Luo Qianqian shook her head, watching Lin Jiayou teasing Lin Nianan with food and sharing it with Tantan. Lin Jiayou feeling inferior? That seems impossible.

"Wanna bet?" He Wenyu laughed mischievously: "If you lose, you have to tell Mo that An Hao is your son."

Mo on the side almost spat out his tea, but quickly dried it up, hiding it from everyone as he was practically speechless.

Luo Qianqian was dumbfounded: "What if you lose?"

"Then I’ll say Lin Nianan is my son, to Zhang Sheng." He Wenyu smiled calmly.

Luo Qianqian glanced at Zhang Sheng, busy assembling a skateboard for Tantan, then sneaked a glance at Mo chatting with Luo Yanran. She gritted her teeth: "Fine, but not just declare they’re your son; you also have to sleep with ’your son’."

"Ah, you’re so cunning." He Wenyu looked at Luo Qianqian in dissatisfaction: "You know An Hao won’t wet the bed, right?"

"Hehe, so, do you agree?" Luo Qianqian giggled.

"Damn, I should have challenged you to confess!" He Wenyu slapped the table: "I’m in!" He raised his teacup, emptied it, his face showing a bold expression: "I believe sister won’t let me lose!"

"I believe I won’t lose." Luo Qianqian raised her tea and drained it too, eyes sparkling: "Honestly, if they ended up together, Nianan would at least have a whole family. Strict father, loving mother—they wouldn’t lack family education."

"With you around, nothing will be lacking." He Wenyu rolled his eyes.

Even if Tantan grows up to be sensible, these two sisters will always play the roles of the strict parent and the lenient one in education.

Therefore, she believes that even if Lin Nianan grows without a mother, Luo Qianqian will decisively fill the gap, ensuring the child doesn’t go astray.

Luo Qianqian tilted her head: "Then I don’t have to worry, right?"

"Pfft." He Wenyu showed disdain: "An Hao has both parents, and siblings too. So tell me, did you worry any less?"

"That’s my brother; it’s different, isn’t it?" Luo Qianqian retaliated: "Ah, speaking of which, I wonder how An Hao is doing now. I kind of miss him..."

At this moment, An Hao seemed to sense his sister’s call, looking up at the sky in confusion, then picking up a small dagger, he plunged back into the ’battlefield’: "Wait and see—you aren’t soup yet, and I won’t be called An Hao!"

As several birds flew out of the woods due to the noise, chaos erupted once more...