Late that night.
Inside Jiang Caiyan's bedroom in the rear courtyard of the Yu Immortal Gate.
These past few days, Yu Han'er had been teaching the young woman how to care for a baby here.
When Lin Heng arrived, his mother-in-law tactfully left, leaving the space to the young couple.
Lin Heng stepped inside and saw Jiang Caiyan half reclining against the edge of the bed, one corner of her collar undone as the little one nestled against her breast, having dinner.
What an adorable little thing. Her tiny mouth bobbed and bobbed, and judging by her expression, she was enjoying it immensely. But why were those two little fists clenched so tightly?
Lin Heng carefully crouched beside the bed and gently reached out to touch his daughter's soft, chubby cheek.
Smack...
A tiny hand swatted over. Though it had almost no strength behind it, its meaning was crystal clear: Don't touch me, I'm eating.
Lin Heng looked astonished. "Well, would you look at that? She's drinking my wife's milk, yet she won't even let me, her dad, touch her."
Jiang Caiyan giggled. After giving birth, she had become much gentler than before. Sure enough, with that added glow of maternal love, her entire temperament and presence had changed.
"Oh, don't touch her. Your daughter doesn't want her stinky old dad touching her."
"Ah, that's truly heartbreaking. But I think she was just waving her hand around and accidentally hit me."
Unwilling to accept it, Lin Heng reached out and poked her again. The tiny fist immediately gave him another smack.
Alright, alright—now it was confirmed beyond doubt.
Seeing this, Jiang Caiyan laughed even harder, while Lin Heng sank straight into depression.
"That shouldn't be right. Aren't daughters supposed to be their fathers' little padded jackets?"
"Why is this so