My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1183: Lin Batian

Qing Li cast a disdainful gaze upon Yu Longting.

Xiao Li, feeling a touch of awkwardness, queried, "This Snake Lord... was he perhaps found somewhere?"

"Mom, it's my big day, can't you go easy on Longting just a little?" I shuffled over, adopting a seemingly fawning expression towards Qing Li.

After a prolonged inspection of Yu Longting, Qing Li let out a sneer and retorted, "Had I foreseen this particular day, would you have dared to scorch my hair back then?"

"It wasn't solely me who ignited the flames; your daughter-in-law participated as well." Yu Longting unceremoniously dragged me into the mire.

The perspiration that had only just cooled began to heat up once more. "Allow me to respond: If I had known what was to come, I would have been filled with profound regret, to the point of having a blue hue from sorrow. Fortunately, your hair has regenerated; otherwise, we would be burdened with endless guilt."

This was dredging up ancient history!

Truly a mortifying experience, if one were to insist on digging into it.

It appeared tonight might not pass smoothly; Yu Longting and I had certainly committed our fair share of rebellious acts.

"In the future, you will show me filial piety and heed my every command. I shall, with great reluctance... consent to tolerate you," Qing Li declared.

I stood utterly dumbfounded upon hearing this.

Qing Li actually stated she would tolerate us??

Yu Longting appeared even more taken aback, a faint smile gracing his lips as he addressed her, "Thank you, Mother Superior."

The appellation 'Mother Superior' was, quite frankly, priceless.

Qing Li nonchalantly retrieved the teacup presented by Yu Longting and took a slow sip. "Does Dumpling intend to adopt the Lin surname?"

"Indeed, Dumpling himself is quite fond of this surname," Yu Longting stated, assisting me to my feet and proclaiming with unwavering conviction.

To declare to one's own mother that one's son would not carry her family name, and to do so with such righteousness.

One would be hard-pressed to find many such families across the globe.

Qing Li lowered her head, directly inquiring of Dumpling, "Do you favor this surname?"

Dumpling solemnly nodded his small head.

"Oh~" Qing Li feigned understanding. "In that case, let us designate him as Lin Yutuan."

"Mother-in-law, no, Mom!" I hastily interjected, "May I humbly inquire which character 'Yu' you refer to in Yutuan?"

"The 'Yu' is the one that signifies jade."

"But that sounds rather like a young lady's name, doesn't it?"

"When he matures into a robust and imposing figure, who will give a second thought to the name?"

"You raise a valid point; I... cannot fault your logic."

"What the elders decree is invariably the truth."

...

My aptitude for naming things was notoriously poor. Thus, when Yu Longting had initially tasked me with the responsibility, my mind had become an utter blank.

Even at this present moment, Dumpling remained without a formal name. Unexpectedly, Qing Li had seized the prerogative of naming, leaving me to wonder if Dumpling would indeed become Lin Yutuan in perpetuity.

Yu Longting and I, resembling dejected roosters with drooping heads, retreated to our chambers.

It seemed even someone as imperious and strong-willed as Yu Longting found themselves unable to sway Qing Li. Furthermore, Dumpling appeared genuinely content with the designation bestowed by his grandmother.

He offered no objection whatsoever...

He continuously chirped 'grandma, grandma,' and then, with gentle persuasion from his father, drifted off to sleep.

"Wife, Lin Yutuan is still preferable to Yu Lintuan, wouldn't you agree?" Yu Longting attempted to console me by highlighting the brighter aspects.

I let out a sigh. "Then, if we were to have a daughter, what would be your chosen name for her? I, myself, had previously contemplated a name, intending to use it should we be blessed with a daughter."

After all, given Yu Longting's surname, Yu, combined with our own surname, the pool of potential names was rather limited.

"You wish to present me with a daughter? Are you no longer apprehensive of the suffering involved?" Yu Longting inquired, his eyes dark and profound.

I rolled my eyes at him. "What do you mean, 'present you'? Women do not give birth for anyone else; they bear children for themselves. Dumpling is mine, you are mine, and any daughter would also be mine."

"It appears the desire is strong within you, evident in your willingness to endure the pain," Yu Longting murmured. He gently laid me down upon the crimson-silk-adorned quilt, his fingers tracing the strands of hair along the side of my face. "Let me tell you something: let us name the daughter Lin Batian, simply to create a balance against Lin Yutuan."

"Lin... what Tian?? Are you... jesting with me, or are you serious?" Initially, I had merely considered Qing Li to be impulsive. Now, however, my thoughts turned to Qing Li's son being even more precipitous. My gaze fixed intently upon that faint scar adorning Yu Longting's eye.