Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

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Lil Qi has always been yours…”

Ji’er turned to look at her and frowned unhappily.
“Big Sis is so rude.
You have to call him Big Brother, Big Brother…”

Yaoyao’s face went blank.
She pointed at Long Yin, who was next to her.
“Big Brother is over here.
Stupid Ji’er.”

Ji’er, “…”

Everyone else, “…”

The One-year-old Pick ceremony ended in a lively atmosphere.

Lin Qingyuan caressed the bump on her tummy as she watched the adorable prince and princesses.
She said hopefully, “I really hope this baby is a girl.”

Long Xuan held her hand and glanced at her and casually poured cold water over her fantasy.
“What if it’s a boy?”

Lin Qingyuan went blank momentarily and rebutted, “That can’t be.
I’ve been craving spicy food.”

Chu Yi came over while carrying his daughter.
“Zhu Yu craved sour food while she was pregnant.”

Lin Qingyuan looked at his adorable and obedient daughter.
Filled with envy, she blurted, “Brother Chu Yi, if I happen to give birth to a son, let’s exchange our children.”

Chu Yi looked at her in shock.
“Exchange? I’m not exchanging with you.
My daughter is so big now and I prefer daughters anyway.” With that, he tightened his embrace on his daughter, as though afraid Lin Qingyuan would snatch her away.

Lin Qingyuan said somewhat wistfully, “That’s a shame.”

Long Xuan rolled his eyes.
Did she think that children were objects that could be exchanged?

“Be careful.
Our son might end up not wanting to see you when he is born.” Long Yang warned.

Lin Qingyuan shot him a look.
“Hmph.
If he doesn’t want to see me, I’ll just push him back in.”

The vein on Long Xuan’s temple throbbed.
He had a strong belief that pregnant women were unreasonable and there was no reasoning with them.

It was at that moment that Yaoyao came over while holding Ling Lihua’s hand.

When she saw Lin Qingyuan’s bump, curiosity shined in her big eyes.
She flung her grandmother’s hand away and walked over, reaching out her little hand to touch Lin Qingyuan’s tummy.

“Is there a baby in there?” She lifted her little face to look at Lin Qingyuan.

Lin Qingyuan’s heart melted when she saw this little glutinous dumpling.

“That’s right.” She reached out to rub Yaoyao’s head.