Wang Yun caught the flush on Li Qingluo’s face and sighed inwardly. How could he not know that his father was anxious to have a grandson?
Ever since his health had shown slight improvement, A-Luo had been called away by his father for private talks. Though he wasn't privy to the specific content, seeing his father’s sighs made the intent clear enough. Poor Father was over sixty and frail; it was only the lingering hope of holding a grandson that kept him going.
In recent days, Murong Fu had visited him daily. Looking at his nephew, who was on the verge of manhood, Wang Yun thought silently: "It will be soon. Once Fu-er comes of age, I will reveal this decision to A-Luo and my sister."
Chapter 31