Perhaps it is the underlying logic of humanity.
No matter how sadly you cried the previous moment, as long as you couldn't help but laugh out loud this moment, you can't pick up the previous emotion and continue crying.
Su Yuyao wiped the tears from her little face and settled down.
She no longer fantasized about winning sympathy by acting pitiful, so she could be more intimate with Lin Yu.
She lay on her side on the bed, her small, pale hand gently holding Lin Yu's large, dark one.
Lin Yu sat steadily on the edge of the bed.
Holding Su Yuyao's hand, he chatted with her intermittently about this and that.
After a while.
Lin Yu finally couldn't hold back anymore. He shifted his gaze to the blanket, landing on the not-so-obvious bulge.
"Is it..."
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
Lin Yu asked cautiously.
He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid the little life in Su Yuyao's belly would hear them discussing it.
"It's a girl."
Imitating Lin Yu's tone, Su Yuyao replied slowly and softly.
Su Yuyao had known it was a girl for a long time.
Although in principle, doctors are not allowed to tell the parents or relatives the gender of the baby.
But to the private medical team hired by Qing Mo with a high salary...
She was the principle itself!
Naturally, there was nothing Su Yuyao couldn't know.
When answering Lin Yu's question, Su Yuyao was actually a little nervous.
She had always lived in an environment without gender discrimination, even being favored more because she was a girl.
But she had also heard that in some places, some people cared deeply about the gender of a child.
She was somewhat worried, afraid that Lin Yu might be like those people.
That he wouldn't like the child because she was a girl.
So when she answered him, she slightly raised her eyelashes, secretly observing the expression on Lin Yu's face.
When she saw his mouth uncontrollably curl up into a silly grin, the sizable stone in her heart finally dropped.
Hehe.
A daughter.
It's a daughter.
A sweet little jacket.
Hehehe.
The smile on Lin Yu's lips grew wider, making him look almost foolishly happy.
Actually, Lin Yu himself had a tiny bit of gender bias.
He didn't like stinky boys.
Because he was a stinky boy himself when he was little.
So he knew how troublesome and annoying stinky boys could be.
Although Lin Yu couldn't remember much of what happened in his childhood.
He knew very well how much trouble he used to cause.
He absolutely did not want to create a mini version of himself.
How much suffering would that bring?
How much anger would he have to endure?
A daughter is so much better.
Well-behaved and sweet.
An intimate little jacket.
Talking about the child, Lin Yu couldn't stop.
Looking at the bulge under the blanket, Lin Yu turned to look at Su Yuyao lying on the bed and asked softly:
"Can I touch her?"
Su Yuyao nodded gently. She took the initiative to lift the blanket covering her, revealing her swollen belly.
Looking at the round belly under her pajamas, Lin Yu subconsciously swallowed.
After mentally preparing himself a little, Lin Yu reached out and gently placed his hand over her silky, soft pajamas, slowly pressing his palm against Su Yuyao's abdomen.
To be honest.
There was actually no movement at all inside Su Yuyao's belly.
The little life inside might have already fallen asleep, and quite deeply at that, too lazy to give even the slightest reaction to this minor disturbance.
But inexplicably, Lin Yu felt as if he had formed some kind of connection with this unborn little one.
It seemed to resonate in an indescribable way.
Just like that.
Lin Yu was like one of those female leads in comics who didn't seem very bright.
Without any response from the male lead (his daughter), he managed to win himself over in his own mind.
"Alright, alright."
"Cover up."
"Don't catch a cold."
After keeping his hand there for just a little while, Lin Yu withdrew it and helped Su Yuyao cover up with the blanket again.
He was terrified that Su Yuyao and the little one in her belly would feel even the slightest bit of discomfort.
He was acting a bit overly paranoid.
After covering Su Yuyao with the blanket, Lin Yu was so excited he could hardly sit still, and the smile on his face showed no signs of fading.
Seeing Lin Yu so happy, Su Yuyao also felt genuinely joyful from the bottom of her heart.
At this moment, the invisible wall between the two was slowly melting away.
This unborn little one acted like a bond, invisibly bringing the distance between their hearts much closer.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded outside the bedroom door.
Lin Yu knew it was the person delivering the bedding. He got up, went to the living room to open the door, took the bedding, closed the door, and quickly returned to the bedroom.
After getting the bedding.
As they had agreed earlier.
Lin Yu opened the packaging and laid the bedding out on the floor next to Su Yuyao's bed.
However, Lin Yu didn't rush to sleep. Instead, he continued to sit on the chair by the head of the bed, holding Su Yuyao's hand, chatting softly with her, and keeping her company.
Gradually, Su Yuyao's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Her responses became absent-minded.
Lin Yu knew it was time to sleep.
Sitting in the chair, he hesitated and struggled for a good while.
Finally, Lin Yu summoned his courage and broke through that layer of awkward alienation.
He stood up, bent down, wrapped his arm behind Su Yuyao's back, and gently stroked her back.
He lowered his head, pressed a gentle kiss to her smooth forehead, and said softly:
"Goodnight."
Su Yuyao's eyes, which had been so sleepy she could barely keep them open, suddenly shone with a focused and joyful light, sparkling like stars as she looked at Lin Yu.
"Goodnight."
With bright eyes, Su Yuyao replied softly and obediently.
Smiling, Lin Yu patted Su Yuyao's head. After watching her close her eyes, he sat in the chair and kept her company for a little longer.
Once her breathing completely leveled out.
Lin Yu finally stood up, took off his jacket, and slipped under his covers to sleep.
Lying in the warm bed, Lin Yu didn't scroll through mindless short videos to fall asleep like he usually did. Instead, he lay on his back, quietly staring at the ceiling, silently recalling everything that had happened today.
He had experienced far too much today.
From the expected to the unexpected.
From what he had orchestrated himself to what he had been kept entirely in the dark about.
After going through all this.
Lin Yu truly felt exhausted.
Both physically and spiritually.
But under this extreme fatigue, Lin Yu found it somewhat hard to fall asleep, because there were still many pressing matters he needed to think about and resolve.
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lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
