"You don't have to worry, just do as Mommy says."
Yan Shuirou breathed a silent sigh of relief; thankfully, Ya'er was still young enough to be easily deceived by her: "Mommy won't hurt you. Everything I do is to reunite our family of three, to drive that wicked woman out of our home, and to let you continue being the little princess. Otherwise, if Yan Xiaye really gets back together with your daddy, of course she will have other children. Do you think your daddy would still dote on you as much as he does today?"
The last hypothesis was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the proud and spoiled Ya'er.
Just imagine having to get along peacefully with siblings born to that wicked woman in the future, and no longer being Daddy's little girl exclusively. How could she maintain the status and worth she enjoyed today?
There was no denying that Yan Shuirou's words made sense. Ya'er's lips curled in displeasure, and with difficulty, she nodded: "Fine, I'll listen to Mommy."
