"Is your wife alright now?"

There was a moment of hesitation in Lin Mubai’s eyes, but he calmly replied, "She’s alright now. Really, thank you."

The man on the bed, upon hearing she was alright, felt a wave of relief pass through him, though he masked it well, and no one noticed.

As the room fell silent again, Lin Mubai was about to speak, but was interrupted by a soft voice from the bed: "I know you have questions. You’re so smart, how could you not see it? Yes, just like you imagined. I knew your wife, even before you did, but in the end, you’re the luckiest. I wish you happiness."

Conversations between men are often like this. Many times, they don’t require lengthy discussions. Just a few simple sentences can convey everything, unlike women who are skilled at entangling every matter into a messy bundle.

Lin Mubai hadn’t considered this reason before, but after hearing the explanation, the only feeling left in his heart was sentiment, and mostly gratitude: "No matter what, thank you. Thank you for saving An Nan and the baby."

The next moment, the man on the bed raised his head with a smile and looked at him: "Yes, you should say thank you. Let your baby call me godfather in the future!"

At this, Lin Mubai was unwilling. Why should his hard-won precious daughter call someone else father, even if it’s godfather?

He wanted to refuse outright.

But the other man didn’t even give him a chance to refuse: "I will ask An Nan about this later. After all, you didn’t give birth to the child. What right do you have to decide? I’m tired now, you can leave."

Ling Yichen was not polite, directly issuing an eviction order.

Lin Mubai was furious inside but was powerless against him, leaving reluctantly while silently vowing in his heart that his precious little princess would definitely not recognize this bastard as her godfather, especially since he still had designs on his wife.

After Lin Mubai left, Ling Yichen’s face, once seemingly smiling, suddenly turned desolate, as he felt a light of sarcasm pass through his eyes.

So it turns out he really wasn’t God’s favored child, or else the person he had held in his heart for years wouldn’t have become someone else’s wife. But thinking that his blood was now coursing through that woman’s body did comfort him somewhat.

Enough, let it be. Maybe this is ultimately the best choice, and seeing that man face setbacks is indeed a pleasant thing.

Lin Mubai left the room again, step by step heading toward the incubator room, his mood extremely complex this time, not even knowing how to express himself.

He was about to see his little princess; what expression should he have when he meets her?

A gentle face, or a smiling face?

But Young Master Lin never expected that the expression he ultimately wore was in fact a crying face.

Approaching the glass of the incubator room, as his dark eyes first fell upon that tiny figure, his heart was suddenly overwhelmed with excitement, and his eyes turned sour, on the verge of tears. He tried his best to control it, but ultimately couldn’t, and sparkling tears began to slide uncontrollably from his eyes, while his heart murmured, "Baby, Dad is here, can you feel it?"