Night.
Work was over.
Dong Xuebin put down the document in his hand and stretched in the office. He opened the window and reached out to test the temperature. It was freezing; even his breath came out in icy mist. So he put on his overcoat, walked over to the little baby sleeping soundly on the sofa, and smiling warmly, picked her up and tucked her inside his coat to shield her from the cold. Only then did he grab his bag, head downstairs at an unhurried pace, drive his Porsche out of the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard.
On the road, Xiao Qianqian woke up and started babbling in Dong Xuebin's arms.
Dong Xuebin drove with one hand and held the baby with the other, making the maneuver rather difficult.
"Why are you calling for Daddy?"
"Yah! Yah!"
"Hehe, are you hungry?"
"Eeh! Eeh!"
"Then let's go to the supermarket. Daddy will buy you something tasty."
Xiao Qianqian had no idea whether she understood, but she burst into giggles and happily reached for her daddy's hair.
Dong Xuebin was amused by how adorable she was and could not resist kissing her chubby little cheek. The exhaustion of caring for her all day suddenly did not seem like much.
Municipal Party Committee Family Compound.
At home, the heating had made the air wonderfully warm.
Dong Xuebin was enthusiastically cooking in the kitchen himself when the phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, Mom?" Dong Xuebin said, holding the phone between his shoulder and neck as he chopped vegetables. "Still at the hospital?"
Luan Xiaoping gave a sound of acknowledgment. "Mom just had dinner with Yun Xuan. How are things over there? Where's Qian Qian?"
Dong Xuebin chuckled. "She's lying in the Baby Carriage, waiting for me to make her dinner."
Luan Xiaoping reminded him,