Chapter 6: Who Says the Little Baby Doesn't Like It?

Old Mrs. Chi was speechless.

She complained to Aunt Fang, "What kind of person is he? He doesn't have a shred of fatherly demeanor."

Aunt Fang smiled and comforted her, "Oh, it's the young master's first time being a father, so it's normal that he doesn't understand many things. He'll get the hang of it slowly."

Old Mrs. Chi sighed, "I hope so."

Although Chi Wenting seemed to bully the children a bit, it was clear he didn't dislike them.

If he disliked the two children, he would have abandoned them here long ago.

But since he returned as usual, he was clearly thinking of them.

"Sigh, this child is just awkward, and he does things differently from everyone else."

He didn't show his affection for the children through kisses or hugs; instead, he liked to tug at their little hair tufts, pinch their chubby cheeks, or flick their little fleshy hands. He was simply a big villain.

However, the children didn't know any better, and Old Mrs. Chi was relieved to understand that Chi Wenting did, in fact, like the children.

——

The next day.

Before heading to work, Chi Wenting took a look into the nursery.

Seeing the two little things were still sleeping, he mischievously took two diapers and placed them on their heads—to keep them from getting cold, perhaps?

After doing this, he went to work in a good mood, carrying a hint of a smile all day, which actually made Secretary Zhang a little nervous.

"Boss, you're in such a good mood today?"

Chi Wenting gave a cold, haughty hum, "It's alright."

Secretary Zhang knew he had brought his little daughters home two days ago and assumed he was happy about the children, so he couldn't help but compliment, "Your little daughters must be very cute, right?"

After all, Miss Lan was quite good-looking; if the children took after their mother, they were likely quite adorable.

At the thought of Tiantian, that crybaby, Chi Wenting closed his eyes and took a deep breath, barely managing to hold back his disparaging remarks.

"Are you not busy?"

Seeing his unfriendly tone, Secretary Zhang realized he had buttered up the wrong person and quickly admitted his mistake, "I'll go get back to work." He grabbed his files and ran off.

When night fell.

The driver arrived on time to pick him up. Chi Wenting sat in the back seat, still looking at documents.

He only looked up when they passed a mother-and-baby store.

The display window featured several cute dolls and a few baby cars, even sporting luxury brand logos.

On a whim, he had the driver pull over to that store.

The clerk saw how young and handsome he was and beamed, "Sir, are you buying toys for a son or a daughter?"

"If it's a boy, our cars here are of great quality—durable and sturdy, with long-lasting batteries."

"If it's for a girl, these dolls are quite nice~"

Chi Wenting gave a cold "hmm," then suddenly spotted some dark, gloomy items in the corner and his eyes lit up.

"Wrap up that black fuzzy thing and those realistic snakes for me."

The clerk: "..."

"Sir, those are decorations left over from Halloween last year. We were just about to put them away. Are you sure you want to buy them?"

She wanted to persuade Chi Wenting not to buy them, but he had taken a liking to those very items.

"Help me wrap them up. I'll take them."

The clerk: "..."

The driver: "..."

Are you sure these are for babies?

——

After arriving home.

Chengcheng and Tiantian were both awake.

The two little ones were sitting in a row at the living room entrance, seemingly waiting for Chi Wenting to return.

Chengcheng was waiting on purpose.

Baby life was boring, and she wanted to find someone to talk to.

Especially her father.

Seeing it was almost seven o'clock, she figured her father should be back, so she crawled to the door to wait.

When Tiantian saw her go, she followed along—a little tag-along who did whatever Chengcheng did.

Chengcheng looked back at her silly sister and sighed helplessly.

She patted Tiantian's head with her chubby hand, thinking, "How is my own sister still so silly? Could she really have taken after Mom?"

However, she hadn't seen Lan Jiaojiao herself in her past life, so she didn't know what her mother's personality was like.

But judging by Chi Wenting's disdainful tone, it seemed Lan Jiaojiao herself was the silly type.

Just as she was thinking this, Chi Wenting arrived.

"Yo, you two, are you here to pick me up from work?"

Chengcheng was happy to see him. She stood up by holding onto the door frame, revealing a small mouth with two tiny teeth as she smiled at Chi Wenting.

"Hee hee~ Baba~"

Chi Wenting had corrected her many times, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

He used one finger to push against the little head Chengcheng was trying to lean in with, saying with disdain, "I told you to call me Uncle. If you don't learn it, I won't hold you next time."

Chengcheng pretended not to understand, giggling as she threw herself into his arms, rubbing her fuzzy little head against him and refusing to leave.

Chi Wenting grabbed her by the back of her collar with one hand and set her down on the floor.

"Your face is covered in drool, it's filthy."

Chengcheng looked at her strawberry-patterned bib; it was indeed covered in drool.

She couldn't help it—teething made her drool, and she couldn't control it.

After dealing with her, Chi Wenting went to look at Tiantian.

Tiantian wasn't afraid of him this time, but she still didn't reach out to be held, instead hiding behind Chengcheng and peeking at him like a little kitten.

Chi Wenting was so annoyed he laughed.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you two had swapped identities."

One was eager to call him 'Baba,' and the other was determined not to.

But never mind, he was a magnanimous man and couldn't be bothered to argue with two diaper-wearers.

The driver brought the items over, "Mr. Chi, where should I put these?"

"Put them inside."

"Alright."

The driver placed the bags of toys in the living room and helped unpack and arrange them.

Chengcheng and Tiantian widened their eyes as they looked at the strange-looking toys, finding them hard to look at.

The two little radishes looked at each other, "Da??" What on earth was that?

A black spider plush toy? And the key thing was that the spider's eyes were actually flashing??

There was also a black, long-haired vintage car and a realistic big black snake. Were these really for children to play with?

Chi Wenting looked at the two radishes on the floor, who were looking completely bewildered, and felt a bit smug, "How about it? Isn't it novel?"

The pink dolls the clerk had recommended earlier were hideous.

They weren't nearly as good-looking as these big gorillas, spiders, and trucks.

He confidently held the big spider out to Tiantian, "Daughter, do you like it?"

Tiantian: "..."

After a second of bewilderment, her crying instantly echoed throughout the villa.

"Waaaaah!!!!"

Old Mrs. Chi was startled and hurried over.

"What's wrong? Why is Tiantian crying?"

She had been so well-behaved all day, why was she crying so hard all of a sudden?

Still holding a spoon, she rushed in and saw Tiantian hiding in Aunt Fang's arms, terrified by a big spider. She immediately glared at the culprit.

She glared at Chi Wenting, "You bought this black spider?"

Chi Wenting was also depressed, "How was I supposed to know she wouldn't like it?"

He had clearly meant well.

Old Mrs. Chi wanted to hit him.

"What baby likes these dark, gloomy things? Everyone likes pink and fuzzy ones. Or white or sky blue would be fine too."

"Who buys realistic snakes and spiders for a baby!"

Chi Wenting was unconvinced, "It's clearly because you've spoiled the children too much."

"Look, doesn't this little orphan like these toys?"

Suddenly being called out, Chengcheng: "..."

Good grief, she didn't like these toys at all!

But for the sake of advancing their father-daughter relationship, she bit the bullet.

"Da da!"

She hugged the black spider and buried her head in it, pretending to 'like' it.

When Chi Wenting saw this, he was indeed very happy.

He looked at Old Mrs. Chi with a smug smirk, "How about that? The baby likes it, doesn't she?"

Old Mrs. Chi: "..."

(End of chapter)