"Mom, don't worry. Isn't your birthday just a few days away? We were just discussing how to throw a grand banquet for you!" said Qin Jiang, the eldest son, as he approached the old woman with a forced laugh, the previous gloom on his face replaced by a smile.
"Mom, it's so late. Why aren't you asleep yet?" Her two daughters, who had married into other families, also walked to the wheelchair and crouched down, asking with a smile.
"I'm too restless to sleep! So I had the maid push me out for a walk. I didn't expect all of you to be in the main hall! Hehe, let's discuss the birthday banquet tomorrow. Also, don't make it too grand. This old lady is already halfway in the grave; there's no need for such extravagance," the Qin matriarch said warmly, patting Qin Jun's hand and grinning through her wrinkles.
