Lu Jingchen’s somewhat stiff gaze fell on Song Nianhuan. The little girl in front of him gazed back with wide, curious eyes. His voice was low and hoarse, as if restraining some emotion, "What’s your name?"

The little girl was actually a bit nervous. She instinctively looked at her godfather, and after Chu Munan gave her an encouraging look, she immediately replied obediently to Lu Jingchen, "Song Nianhuan."

Lu Jingchen’s eyes deepened as he raised his hand to gently touch her cheek, a warm smile appearing on his face, and he spoke, "Huanhuan? Do you know who I am?"

Song Nianhuan was quiet for several seconds before nodding, her voice soft and sweet, "I know, Godfather said that you’re my dad."

Looking at his daughter in front of him, Lu Jingchen felt a part of his heart, long barren, begin to slowly grow green with grass.

Even though Song Qiao confirmed last night that Song Nianhuan knew his identity and liked him, he was still very worried today that his daughter might not recognize him, or even dislike him. But now, none of his worries were realized, and he felt an emotional storm surge within him, difficult to calm.

She looks a lot like Song Qiao, especially with that beautiful little face, her eyes resemble his. At a glance, you can tell she’s Song Qiao’s daughter. If you look more closely, you would see they’re father and daughter.

Back when Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao had just started their relationship and were discussing children, he had always wanted a daughter. Compared to having a son, he preferred having a daughter.

The little girl’s gaze remained fixed on Lu Jingchen. Then she stretched out her hand, her voice soft and tender, "Daddy, hug..."

Lu Jingchen immediately took his daughter from Chu Munan’s hands. Her body was soft, with a milky scent, very pleasant. The heart that had been beating erratically calmed down suddenly.

Even though he had often held Lu Wangshu before and knew how to hold a child, holding Song Nianhuan made him feel at a loss for what to do with his hands and feet. Holding the little girl, he didn’t dare to use too much strength, fearing he might accidentally hurt her.

Once she was in Lu Jingchen’s arms, the little girl was evidently excited, with a sweet smile on her face. She nestled her little head against Lu Jingchen’s neck and softly asked, "Daddy, do you like me?"

Lu Jingchen was taken aback, then replied with a hoarse voice, "I like you."

"Daddy, I like you too." Then, in what she thought was a very small voice, she leaned close to Lu Jingchen and said, "I like you more than Mommy."

Lu Jingchen couldn’t help but smile at this, but he didn’t answer the question. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

To him, both his daughter and his wife were very important.

However, he understood one thing: that his daughter would eventually belong to someone else. Like a cabbage he had grown himself, she’d eventually be snatched away by someone else’s pig.

Seeing the father and daughter getting along so well, Song Qiao finally felt at ease and looked over at Chu Munan. After a long pause, she spoke, "Chu Munan, thank you."

Chu Munan turned his gaze from Song Nianhuan and Lu Jingchen back to Song Qiao, "You should know, between us, there’s no need for thanks."

Song Qiao suddenly didn’t know what to say. To Chu Munan, she was deeply grateful from the bottom of her heart.

If it weren’t for Chu Munan all these years, perhaps she wouldn’t be where she was today.

Chu Munan didn’t continue with this topic but instead asked, "Did you hear about what was exposed on Weibo last night?"

Song Qiao nodded and quietly responded.

"Have you thought about how to handle it?"

"Adapt to the situation." She simply replied with four words, then added, "I know this is primarily targeted at me, and whether there will be more to come, we can’t guarantee, so we’ll just have to deal with it as it comes."

She had a general idea of who was targeting her, though she wasn’t yet certain it was them.

She had only found out about the posted allegations this morning while having breakfast with Lu Jingchen and browsing Weibo, and it truly shocked her.

But afterward, she felt mainly anger, not so much because they were targeting her, but because they had even dragged her deceased mother into it.

Song Qiao’s mother had been deceased for about ten years now, and in An City, not many people knew her mother. Probably only some people who were close to her mother remembered her, but if you mentioned the Mu Group, and the relationship between her parents, many people would know.

Her parents hadn’t gotten together through romantic love, and if you delved a bit deeper, a few people knew that Song Qiao’s father had initially married into the Mu Family before marrying Song Qiao’s mother.

In his youth, Song Qiao’s father’s family wasn’t in good shape. Even after graduating from college, his work was just as an ordinary employee at the Mu Group. At that time, Song Qiao’s mother had just graduated from university and was interning at the Mu Group, preparing to take over from Elder Mu, and that’s when she met Song Qiao’s father.

Later, for some unknown reason, the two inexplicably ended up together. Besides the two of them, no one else probably knew how it happened.

Song Qiao could already guess who was involved in bringing up past events, and even if she didn’t investigate, she already knew who provided this so-called ’truth.’

She originally didn’t want to blow things out of proportion, but now, since she hadn’t been spared and even her deceased mother had been involved, Song Qiao expressed she wasn’t going to let those people off.

Chu Munan looked at Song Qiao, knowing she had already devised a plan. Thinking for a moment, he asked, "Do you need my help?"

Song Qiao was about to reply when Lu Jingchen interjected directly, "Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Chu, but we don’t need your help. We’ll handle affairs between us as a couple."

He was full of hostility toward Chu Munan, like a jealous rival seeing his challenger.

Chu Munan glanced at Lu Jingchen, raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t help but silently remark to himself.

This man really wasn’t just ordinarily petty.

——It’s the end of the month, and the vote multiplier has started. If anyone has votes, feel free to cast them mwah mwah, there will be another update tonight; no additional updates this month. On the eighth of next month, there will be a ten-thousand-word burst at about the time the main story concludes and then extras will follow.