When Cen Yu was born, she was thin, small, and wrinkled and could not open her eyes.
Yuan Zheng cherishes her so much, she seems adorable no matter how he looks at her. He thinks that she is like him in every way, and he wishes he could hold her in his arms all day long. But the little baby was so delicate that Yuan Zheng felt that he would hurt her no matter how he held her. He was greedy and could only watch the experienced nanny holding Cen Yu gently.
After several days, the child’s eyes grew bigger, and she looked clean and tender, becoming more and more adorable.
The first time he hugged her, he was so stiff that his hands and feet were shaking. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Cen Yelan, then at his daughter in his arms. His whole person seemed to be floating. He didn’t know what to say and couldn’t stop laughing.
Cen Yelan smiled. Cen Yu’s fingers stretched out of the swaddling clothes. Cen Yelan reached out and touched the child’s fingers, which later, was held tightly by her. Even his heart softened.
Yuan Zheng lowered his head and kissed the little one, who smelled of milk. He couldn’t help but kiss her again, laughing happily, “Little Princess, Xiao Guaiguai.”
As a result, as soon as he kissed her for the second time, the child burst into tears, and her crying was in a babyish voice.
Yuan Zheng: “……”
Cen Yelan and Yuan Zheng were both fathers for the first time, and both were men. They stared at the child in the cradle in a daze. They wanted to hold the child but didn’t dare to, they were afraid that their fingers were too rough and would break the child’s cheeks even when they wanted to touch the her cheeks.
Cen Yelan was a military general with thick calluses on his fingertips. He was extremely careful with the child that came out of his belly and even felt a little nervous.
In the end, he couldn’t resist his love for his daughter. When he picked up the child under the guidance of the nanny, Cen Yelan’s hands trembled slightly, and he even held his breath.
The nanny was found from somewhere else. She was of clean origin, reliable, and experienced.
Cen Yelan named the child Cen Yu, and the nickname, Chang Ning, was given by Yuan Zheng.
Later, Chang Ning also became Cen Yu’s title.
The child’s eyes grew open, she was born with a delicate and beautiful face. Yuan Zheng lay beside her and watched for a long time and said to Cen Yelan that the child’s eyes looked like his.
Cen Yelan glanced at him. The child had her eyes closed and was still so little. How could he tell that she looks like him?
Yuan Zheng fondled the child’s cheek and said, ‘Exactly the same. So beautiful!’
Cen Yelan couldn’t help but look at the child in the cradle, she was his child that connected to him by blood. No matter which word he used, it made Cen Yelan’s heart feel incredibly soft, as if the suffering of the past thirty years had become insignificant.
The most difficult thing for Cen Yelan was feeding the child. The child cried when she was hungry. Cen Yelan didn’t understand at first. He was holding the crying child stiffly and at a loss. He was clumsy in comforting her. Her tears fell one by one like hitting the tip of his heart.
Cen Yelan panicked and called the nanny, who smiled and said, ‘My Lords, the Young Lady is hungry.’
Cen Yelan was stunned and said, ‘Hungry… hungry, what should I do if she’s hungry?’
The nanny bent down, took the child from his arms, and said, ‘Just feed her milk.’
Cen Yelan reacted immediately. The general who made the Hu people tremble with fear instantly blushed and stood there dryly. The nanny went behind the screen. Through the screen, he could vaguely see the woman hugging the child and breastfeeding. Cen Yelan only took a glance, and his cheeks felt like they were on fire. For some reason, his chest felt swollen and painful.
He was so distracted that he didn’t even dare to look at the nanny.
That was his child, Cen Yelan thought, He is her biological father—or biological mother, the unpresentable biological mother who couldn’t be told to anyone.
This is really ridiculous.
Cen Yelan felt his n*pples swelling and becoming more painful, and he couldn’t bear to touch them or think about them. But what was even more difficult to say was that his undergarment seemed to be soaked. Cen Yelan was in a trance, as if he could smell the smell of milk.
