My baby is two and a half years old. Daddy, hurry up and make some milk!

Unaware that she was a little rich girl, Le Bao secretly pulled Lu Shulang into the garden after dinner.

"Little sister, what do you want to play?"

Lu Shulang thought his younger sister wanted to play, so he thoughtfully put a hat on her.

"Brother, Flower."

Le Bao pointed to the flowers blooming in several tall flowerpots not far away.

"Little sister, do you want that flower? But it's Grandpa's most treasured flower. If we pick it, will Grandpa be angry?"

Lu Shulang knew that flower; his grandfather would look at it several times a day, and it was even taken care of by someone. Only a few flowers had bloomed recently.

"Hey buddy, it's so silly of you, give your mom some flowers."

The little one only remembered that today is International Women's Day and that he should give flowers to his mother.

Although she was deeply hurt by her father, it did not affect her love for her mother.

"Little sister, you mean today is International Women's Day, and you want to give Mom flowers?"

He seemed to have overheard a classmate mention it yesterday, but hadn't paid much attention. It was only when his sister brought it up that he remembered.

Although his mother was very fierce to him, a real tigress, he still generously decided to give her a flower together with his sister.

"Little sister, how many branches do you want to pick?"

In a short while, Lu Shulang forgot who had just said that this Grandpa Hua was very precious.

"Mom, it's getting cold, Grandma, five sticks."

The little guy counted the number of people on his fingers, and after counting, he said five.

Lu Shulang: ? ? ? ?

"Little sister, you only counted three people, why did you pick five? Besides, there are only four flowers here."

Le Bao firmly stated that it was five, and she would not accept any rebuttal.

Okay, there's one more flower bud here, let's pick it together, then we'll have five in total.

Lu Shulang, who dotes on his younger sister without any limits, didn't hesitate to tiptoe to reach the flowers placed on the stage.

"Hey bro, whine?"

Lu Shulang stood on tiptoe, his face flushed, but he was still just a little short.

"Little sister, wait a minute, I'll go get a stool."

After saying that, Lu Shulang ran back into the house to get a stool.

Le Bao looked at her brother who ran inside with a puzzled expression. Why did he need to move a stool?

Puzzled, she stepped forward, grabbed the drooping leaves, and pulled them down with all her might.

With a loud crash, the flowerpot shattered.

The little guy calmly walked over, pulled off the two flowers on top, and placed them aside. He then did the same to the second flowerpot, pulling off a flower and a bud inside.

The adults inside had just seen Lu Shulang struggling to move the stool and were asking him what he was doing with it. Before they could get an answer, they heard a series of noises coming from the garden, and they quickly ran out.

Seeing the scene before him, Lu Chenyue, who was running at the front, confirmed that the child was not injured and silently took a few steps back.

"Le Bao, what are you doing?"

Shen Wanning walked up from behind Lu Chenyue.

"Lu Anle, why did you break Grandpa's flowerpot? Are you hurt?"

Shen Wanning's scream made Le Bao realize that he might have done something wrong.

Although Lu Jianguo, the owner of the flower, felt sorry that his Cymbidium goeringii, which he had nurtured for several years, had finally bloomed, he was even more afraid that his beloved grandson would get hurt.

"Baby, are you hurt? Let Grandpa take a look."

Lu Jianguo hurriedly stepped forward, first checking if the child was injured, then picked Le Bao up and carefully instructed the servants to bring new flowerpots to replant the two broken pots on the ground.

Cymbidium goeringii is an extremely precious variety of orchid, and it is not easy to cultivate it to bloom. Lu Jianguo has carefully nurtured it for several years to achieve its current state.

Compared to his granddaughter, all these things were inanimate objects; nothing was more important than his child.

"Do you know that these are flowers that Grandpa has carefully nurtured for several years? You just picked them and even broke the pot. What if you had gotten hurt?"

This little one, everyone felt sorry for her swollen eyes from crying and doted on her, but in the blink of an eye she caused trouble.

Shen Wanning pulled Le Bao aside and lectured her, making her apologize to her grandfather.

"It's alright, Wan Ning. It was just for show, and besides, it can still be raised. It's nothing to blame Le Bao."

Le Bao, who was being lectured, lowered her head, clutching the flower she had just picked in her little hands. She felt wronged, and her tears fell to the ground, splashing up tiny droplets.

"Auntie, don't blame my sister. Today is International Women's Day, and my sister just wanted to give you flowers, that's why she picked them. I came in to get a stool to pick flowers, but I didn't expect my sister to pick them herself."

Lu Shulang stood aside and explained to Le Bao.

Hearing Lu Shulang's words, Shen Wanning felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Even though her baby was upset with her father and hadn't recovered yet, she was already thinking of sending her flowers. She had just yelled at her so loudly; she's really not human.

Shen Wanning squatted down, hugged the child in her arms, and kept apologizing.

"Baby, I'm sorry, Mommy was wrong. Mommy shouldn't have scolded you."

She couldn't hold back, and tears streamed down her face.

Her precious baby.

"Waaaaah, flowers... for Mommy..."

The little one, nestled in his mother's arms, finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

She cried and choked back tears as she explained that the flowers were for her mother.

Those present couldn't help but tear up at the sight.

Who says their kids are only naughty and mischievous? Aren't they incredibly well-behaved?

Everyone pitched in to comfort the mother and daughter, whose eyes were red from crying.

Lu Chenyue tried to hug them, but Le Bao slapped him away; she hadn't forgiven her father yet.

Lu Chenyue: Sure enough, there is a big difference between biological children and those born to one's parents.

"Mom, here you go."

Le Bao took out the largest one and gave it to Shen Wanning.

"Thank you, baby. Mommy loves you so much."

Taking the flowers from Le Bao, Shen Wanning kissed the child's face several times.

"Cool."

"I have one too, baby, you're such an angel baby."

Although Wen Xian had already received gifts from her husband and eldest son, Le Bao's gesture was even more precious, reflecting her pure and innocent heart.

"Baby, pot, together."

Le Bao also made sure to campaign for Lu Shulang.

"Son, thank you too."

Wen Xian pulled the two children over and held them in her arms, nursing them for a while.

After giving out two flowers, Le Bao had three left in her hand, and everyone was curious about who she would give them to.

Before today, Lu Chenyue was absolutely confident that his daughter would definitely give him a flower, but now, he is not so sure.

She stepped out of Wen Xian's arms, walked briskly to Lu Jianguo, tilted her head back, and offered him one:

"Grandpa, here's some mud. Grandpa, I'm sorry."

Knowing he had made a mistake, the child took the initiative to apologize to his grandfather.

Lu Jianguo looked at the flowers in his grandson's hand in surprise. He hadn't expected to receive one. He was both touched and proud.

Touched that his granddaughter was thinking of him, Le Bao felt proud that he, as her grandfather, was more important than Lu Chenyue, her biological father.

Lu Chenyue leaned against his father's provocative glance and pretended not to care as he looked away.

Hmph, childish. If the little guy hadn't been angry with me today, you wouldn't have gotten a chance.

"Le Bao, you have two left. Who are you going to give them to?"

Wen Xian asked everyone what was on their mind.

"Grandma, Grandpa."

She can now call her grandpa and grandma.

As expected, after receiving the flowers from their granddaughter, Xiang Jiahui and Shen Huaqiang held the child for a long time, reluctant to let go.