Chapter 9: The Cold-Faced but Kind-Hearted Dad

Chi Wenting didn't expect Tiantian to abandon him to go find Chengcheng. He felt a bit speechless, and also a little jealous.

He squatted down and pinched Tiantian’s chubby little cheek. "You don't look for your own father, but you look for this little orphan? The milk bottle she’s giving you was taken from me. You’ve backed the wrong person, little brat."

As he said this, he snatched the milk bottle out of Tiantian’s hand.

Seeing her bottle taken away, Tiantian pursed her little lips, on the verge of tears.

Just as she opened her mouth to cry, Chi Wenting shoved a new bottle into her mouth, successfully plugging the wails.

Chi Wenting rubbed her head. "Alright, stop crying. Drink your milk, and go to sleep when you're done."

Tiantian was still a bit afraid of him, so she crawled over with the bottle in her mouth, wanting Chengcheng to hold her.

Chengcheng couldn't carry her, so she used her chubby little hands to push against Tiantian’s round face, not allowing her to get close.

"Da-da~" *Don't come over, go find your dad.*

Seeing that Chengcheng wouldn't hold her, Tiantian pursed her lips again, ready to cry. "Wuu~"

Chengcheng felt depressed, not knowing why she was so clingy.

Her round face was full of disdain, but her chubby little hands still scooped Tiantian into her arms, patting her back with a look of annoyance.

Watching the two little ones huddled tightly together, Chi Wenting found it inexplicably cute.

If it weren't for the fact that they weren't related by blood, he would have thought they were twins.

Chengcheng knew exactly what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

*I am your daughter, you big dummy,* she thought to herself.

But saying anything was useless. The setting of this novel world was that the villain didn't know he had another daughter, and she was currently powerless to change that.

She could only drink her milk quickly and grow up fast.

Before long, both children finished their milk and began to yawn.

Then, they crawled over in unison, wanting Chi Wenting to hold them.

Half-asleep, Chengcheng crawled directly into Chi Wenting’s arms, hooked her short little arms around his neck, tilted her head, and fell asleep right on his shoulder.

Seeing this, Tiantian, though still afraid of Chi Wenting, followed suit since Chengcheng had gone over. She hugged Chi Wenting’s neck, rested her little head on the other side, and fell asleep too.

With both children sprawled in his arms, one on each shoulder, their little round faces were squashed flat. They looked incredibly cute with their little lips pursed in sleep.

Feeling the reliance of the two little meat buns, a certain hardened barrier in Chi Wenting’s heart softened slightly.

Auntie Fang watched from the side, not coming over to disturb them, letting the father and daughter spend more time together.

As for Chengcheng, being liked by the young master was a blessing; even if she wasn't his biological daughter, her life wouldn't be bad in the future.

Chi Wenting didn't think that far ahead; he just felt that since the two little brats had eaten and fallen asleep, he wondered if he should just take them home?

Auntie Fang saw his hesitation and told him, "The master said to let you take the children back in the evening."

The implication was that they should nap at noon and continue playing in the afternoon.

Chi Wenting’s head throbbed. Playing for the whole morning was enough, why did they have to play in the afternoon too?

"Then what are we playing in the afternoon?"

Auntie Fang pointed upstairs. "There is a toy room on the second floor with many early education toys and picture cards. You can interact with the children."

Knowing he couldn't escape, Chi Wenting could only pick up the two children and head upstairs.

The mothers in the room saw how good he was to the children and felt a bit envious.

"That man is so good, and so gentle with the kids. Unlike mine; if I ask him to take the kids out, it’s like he’s deaf—he just runs off. It really makes me so mad."

"Same with mine. As soon as I ask him to accompany the kids, he says he has to go out with friends. Now the kids aren't even close to him and won't let him hold them."

Listening to their complaints, Chi Wenting felt the old man was right.

If he didn't cultivate a bond with the children, they might not be close to him in the future.

And so, he resolved to spend the afternoon playing with them.

When Chengcheng woke up, she found the environment had changed again.

It seemed to be a VIP nursery, decorated in a quiet and cozy way.

She sat up, dazed for a moment, scratching her little face and then her chubby ears with her small hands.

Chi Wenting was taking a nap as well.

He had managed to get some work done while the children were sleeping.

When he felt tired, he took a nap.

Seeing him sleeping on the small sofa nearby, his long legs unable to even stretch out, Chengcheng felt inexplicably touched.

In her past life, she knew her father was a man with a cold exterior but a warm heart.

Although his words were lukewarm, his actions were always for her benefit.

Even after a tiring day at work, he would unfailingly help them with their homework.

He never missed a single parent-teacher meeting.

So, even if her silly dad had become childish in this life, she would definitely treat him well, study hard, work hard to make money, and strive to take care of him in his old age!

Chi Wenting:...

Even in his dream, he felt like something was cursing him.

He rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up, also dazed for a moment.

The way his deep, sharp features looked blank was remarkably similar to Chengcheng.

He turned his head and saw Chengcheng’s round face staring straight at him.

He couldn't help but ask, "What? Want milk again?"

Chengcheng:...

*Is it that obvious?*

Chi Wenting scoffed. "Little brat, all you know is drinking milk all day. Be careful you don't turn into a chubby doll."

Chengcheng looked down at her round belly and her fleshy little legs, not worried at all about getting fat.

This was clearly just baby fat; she would slim down when she got older.

"Nei-nei-nei~" *Hurry up and make me some milk!*

She grabbed Chi Wenting’s pant leg, demanding milk.

Chi Wenting was defeated by her and resigned himself to mixing the formula. "I know, I know. I really give up on you."

Auntie Fang heard the noise and came in to mix the milk and change the children's diapers before leaving again.

Tiantian had also woken up. She was still dazed, looking a bit silly.

Seeing her foolish look, Chi Wenting couldn't help but think of that stupid vegetable woman in the hospital, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh~"

If he had known Lan Jiaojiao was that stupid, he would have gone to find her sooner.

Without his care, that woman had actually been foolish enough to become a vegetable.

Though he said that, he picked up Tiantian with a look of heartache, his eyes stinging.

Chengcheng saw he was in a bad mood and grabbed his T-shirt, wanting to be held too.

"Hug~"

Chi Wenting picked her up with his other hand, muttering, "I’m serving Tiantian because I owe her mother. What’s the deal with serving you?"

Chengcheng puffed out her round cheeks and huffed.

*Tiantian’s mother is my mother, so of course you owe me too,* she thought.

But Chi Wenting couldn't understand baby talk, so he just carried the two little ones to the toy room outside.

There were many picture cards here, allowing the babies to learn about various animals and fruits.

Chi Wenting had already learned from the teachers earlier.

He put the two children on the floor, picked up a card, and said to them, "Look, what is this?"

Chengcheng knew it was a picture of a big strawberry.

However, her tongue wasn't flexible yet, so what came out was, "Da-mei~"

Chi Wenting seemed to understand and nodded with satisfaction.

He read it to Tiantian as well. "Daughter, look, what is this?"

Tiantian had never seen a strawberry before and looked at Chi Wenting with a silly grin. "Da-da~"

She didn't know what it was, but she started giggling and clapping her hands—a typical happy-go-lucky underachiever.

Chi Wenting:...

*This child really takes after her mother completely; she doesn't have a single bit of my genes.*

But never mind, the child was still young. If he nurtured her more in the future, there would surely be something she was good at.

His, Chi Wenting’s, daughter—even if not perfect, she had to have at least one thing she could show off.

Goodnight, babies~

(End of chapter)