Chapter 8 Comparison

• "Have you decided on the child's name?" Zhang Ling looked at him.
• Yang Mingrui fell silent for a moment.
• Before he could respond, the servant behind Yang Mingrui spoke up, "Master is quite concerned about Madam's pregnancy. The child hasn't even been born yet, but he had been up all night in the study thinking of a name."
• "Master even went through several books," the servant added.
• "Be quiet!" Yang Mingrui's expression darkened, and he sharply reprimanded the servant.
• As the servant raised his eyes, he saw his master's face looking grim, as if a storm was about to break. He couldn't help but wonder, Didn't he spend three days just to decide on a name?
• Seeing Zhang Ling's startled reaction, Yang Mingrui shook his head and said, "I wanted to give you a surprise, but this fool blurted it out.
• "She's the long-awaited daughter of our family. How about we name her Yang Yuting? It implies morning, symbolising hope."
• Zhang Ling lowered her head slightly, her eyes turning red.
• Upon hearing the name, she gripped the quilt on the bed tightly, her fingers turning white.
• Her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly.
• She had visited Yang Mingrui's study before.
• The room was stacked with thick piles of white paper, each filled with names.
• Yang Xinru, a name that exuded elegance and charm, intelligence and affection.
• Yang Pengqing, symbolised knowledge and courtesy, like a kite soaring high.
• Each name was carefully chosen, carrying all his hopes and blessings.
• But for my daughter …
• Yuting, meaning "morning sun."
• Back when he named the three children, she wasn't satisfied with their names. Now, she didn't want to settle for anything less for her daughter.
• "How about … " Before she could finish her words, cheerful babbling filled her ears.
• "Yes, yes, yes. I want to be called Yuting. I like it. Mother, Mother, I want to be called Yang Yuting … " The little one exerted all her strength, stretching out her tiny hands and happily calling out.
• Zhang Ling sighed and nodded, acknowledging her daughter's name.
• "Look at how happy she is. Let's go with Yuting." Zhang Ling gently nudged her daughter's nose, and the little one reached out, tightly grasping her index finger.
• Her tiny fingers just about managed to wrap around Zhang Ling's index finger.
• She pressed the index finger against her soft cheek. 'Mother, don't cry. Mother, don't be scared. I will protect you … '
• 'I'm super, super, super, super, super amazing!' The little one boasted proudly.
• Zhang Ling's eyes still glistened with tears.
• Hearing Yang Yuting's words, she couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth spreading inside.
• "My love, you've been working hard lately. With so much to handle at the court, I might be quite busy this month." Yang Mingrui showed a rare trace of guilt colouring his tone. Whenever he wore such an expression, Zhang Ling would remind him to prioritise his responsibilities over personal matters.
• Little did she know, he had been giving all his time to his mistress.
• Her virtue had ironically backfired on her.
• "We are husband and wife, how could I blame you? But, poor our Yuting," Zhang Ling murmured as she caressed her daughter with a sad look.
• Yang Mingrui glanced at the bundled-up Yang Yuting.
• He couldn't help but draw comparisons.
• Interestingly, Yang Yuting and Yang Xinru were born on the same day, both born yesterday.
• Yang Xinru was born all red, probably not fully developed yet, her skin wrinkled, and she cried like a little kitten.
• Yang Yuting, on the other hand, was born chubby and fair-skinned, her complexion like snow, even her eyebrows were thick and her eyelashes were long.