Beijing Fu Family.
Fu Hengyi had just returned from Eden, and when he got home, Shen Qinglan was playing with Anan. Anan was already three months old and it would be a hundred days in a few more days. He had become a real sticky rice ball, white and chubby.
He had become much livelier, and what he liked least now was lying in the crib. He enjoyed being held and going out; as soon as he went outside, he was happy.
Shen Qinglan was admiring the flowers in the garden with her son. Anan pointed at a flower in full bloom and wanted to pick it, but Shen Qinglan held his little hand, "No, you can't. The flowers look beautiful on the tree; once they're picked, they're not beautiful anymore."
Anan looked longingly at the flower, and a large hand reached over, picked the flower, and stuffed it into Anan's tiny hand. Anan was immediately delighted, his eyes curved in joy, bouncing in Shen Qinglan's arms, almost causing her to drop him.
