When describing someone as highly capable at their job, people often said that they were richly experienced.
In many cases, sharp intuition, meticulous observation, and decisive judgment were all built upon abundant experience.
Liu Chang'an was experienced in many aspects of being a person—for example, cooking, delivering babies, setting bones, fortune-telling, studying, singing, mating, organizing weddings and funerals, staging accidents for compensation, and street brawling, among other everyday matters.
Yet there was one thing he had no experience with: how to deal with an unprecedented new life-form like Zhu Juntang.
Without experience, he had no way to judge whether what he was doing was right or wrong, leaving him conflicted and hesitant.
Still, he had gained a brand-new experience, a brand-new feeling. Whenever Zhu Juntang called out "Dad," even when it wasn't "I know you're my dad" and she was merely shouting it for fun, a strange sensation grew in Liu Chang'an's heart.
All men liked being fathers. This was a topic he had only discussed with Zhong Qing yesterday.
Of course, that had merely been an ambiguous topic laced with flirtation—wanting to be a father, overflowing with paternal affection, seeking somewhere to place it.
True fatherly love had nothing to do with such playful nonsense. It was powerful and gentle; even when one possessed the ability to move mountains and overturn seas, when she drove one's blood pressure through the roof, one could unleash prehistoric strength and still forcibly restrain it. Even if it made one's heart burst, one would refuse to truly harm her in the slightest.
When facing Zhu Juntang, Liu Chang'an truly did not know how to express his fatherly love. It was simply the instinctive affection of a parent for their child.
He wanted her to know... but Zhu Juntang, this—this... this thing, was already