Xi Nanfeng took the bottle handed over by the servant and brought it to the little one’s mouth. Little Liu Liu immediately stopped crying and drank the milk obediently.

The Second Young Master’s lips curled into a smile like that of a doting dad.

Next to him, Ye Cheng and Gu Moqian saw this and shook their heads in unison.

It seems even the unruly Old Xi couldn’t escape the fate of being a doting father to his daughter.

After a while, Ye Xiaozhen came over, her soft little hand tugging at her dad’s sleeve, and said cutely, "Daddy, pick flowers for me."

Ye Cheng had no resistance to his daughter’s sweet requests and immediately picked her up to walk towards the flower bushes nearby.

The two good friends, one feeding a baby and the other picking flowers for one...

Alright, only he could enjoy the leisurely afternoon tea alone.

However, Mr. Gu had barely sipped his tea when his daughter, Gu Qiaoqiao, came over with a book. "Dad, can you tell me about this content? I don’t know some of the words."

He glanced at the book in his daughter’s hands; it was a picture book about European history.

Mr. Gu’s brow twitched.

However, he didn’t hesitate at all. He picked up his daughter, placed her on his lap, and patiently explained to her with his rich and magnetic voice.

The three cups of tea beside them were still steaming, but no one touched them.

Today was another day of taking care of kids.

...

After Zimei and Ye Cheng got married, they moved to No.13, Binhai Road. Because Ye Cheng said that living in an apartment had more of a homely atmosphere than living in a villa.

Zimei sold her place on Binhai Road and exchanged it for a bigger apartment, where the three of them lived.

This evening, it was already past seven o’clock, and Ye Cheng hadn’t returned.

"Zhenzhen, are you hungry?" Zimei asked her daughter sitting on the sofa.

"Very hungry!" Zhenzhen replied with a pitiful look.

Even after marriage, Zimei hadn’t learned to cook, and the mother and daughter depended on Ye Cheng because every time she cooked, it was a disaster.

Zimei first made her daughter some formula to fill her stomach, then took out her phone to call Ye Cheng.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered, but it was a stranger’s accent.

"Are you the family of the phone’s owner? This is Rongcheng Hospital. Your family member was in a car accident and is undergoing emergency treatment..."

Zimei’s heart instantly hung in the air.

Without thinking, she hung up and rushed to the hospital with her daughter.

Upon reaching the hospital, she learned that Ye Cheng was not severely injured, but he was still unconscious due to a head injury. As a precaution, the doctor conducted a thorough examination.

"Are you Mr. Ye’s family?" a male doctor in a white coat approached and said, "This is the examination report; you can take a look. The patient has some external injuries and a mild concussion, so it may take some time for him to wake up."

Hearing this, Zimei felt somewhat relieved.

"Ma’am, there’s one more thing I want to confirm with you," the doctor continued.

"Please go ahead," she said.

"Is your husband blind in one eye?"

Zimei was utterly shocked, staring blankly for a long time before shaking her head in denial: "No, his eyes are perfectly fine; you must be mistaken."

The doctor smiled and explained, "We used professional equipment to check, and there’s no mistake. Your husband is indeed blind in one eye, and I suspect it wasn’t caused by this car accident."

Zimei’s mind went blank.

She stood there, unable to process it.

Why couldn’t Ye Cheng’s eye see? It’s absolutely impossible!