Extra Chapter: Ling'er

Ji Qianqiu contributed his latest masterpiece, the "Floating Clouds Celestial Music Bathtub".

He boasted that the basin had a built-in constant temperature array, a gentle water flow massage at the bottom, and could automatically play soothing music, which was very beneficial to the physical and mental development of infants and young children.

The one who was unanimously chosen to be the one baptizing the Lord was Ye Wuyang.

The reason is simple: he holds the child most steadily, and although he is stiff, he will never drop the child.

The grand bathing project has officially begun.

The little one was stripped naked and placed in a floatation tub filled with warm water.

At first, everything went smoothly. The little guy didn't seem to mind the water at all. He stared at it curiously, kicking his little feet and splashing tiny water droplets.

Seeing this, Ji Qianqiu said smugly, "Look! Isn't my bathtub amazing! My daughter loves it!" To enhance the effect, he couldn't wait to activate the so-called automatic massage function.

With a soft "hum", the bathtub suddenly began to shake violently, and the water in the tub churned up as if it were boiling, splashing everywhere!

The little one was terrified by the sudden tremor and burst into tears.

"Not good!" Shen Yunzhou reacted the fastest. With a sweep of his sword energy, he created an invisible barrier in front of him, stopping most of the water splashing towards the walls and people.

Ye Wuyang instinctively wanted to use her cold air to freeze the splashing water droplets so as not to frighten the child.

In his haste, he lost control of his strength, and with a "crack," a thin layer of ice instantly formed on the surface of the water near the corner of the bathtub, causing the tub to tilt!

Xie Chen was startled and forgot about checking the water temperature. He frantically searched for the mechanism to shut off the formation, but stepped on a splash of water and nearly tripped and fell flat on his face.

Finally, when Fang Li was drawn by the earth-shattering cries, what she saw was a bathroom that looked like it had just been flooded, with water stains all over the floor and walls; four grown men, soaked from head to toe, looking like four drowned rats; a corner of the ornate "floating bathtub" was still frozen, and the water inside was still rippling slightly; and her poor daughter was being held stiffly by Ye Wuyang, crying her heart out.

Looking at the mess, and then at the four men with guilty faces and shifty eyes, Fang Li finally let out a long sigh, all her helplessness turning into frustration.

Without saying a word, she went to the kitchen and filled a simple wooden basin with warm water. After testing the temperature, she took her daughter and gently placed her in the water.

Once out of the fancy bathtub and feeling the familiar warmth and gentle touch of her mother, the little one's crying gradually subsided, leaving only a sob of grievance.

The four men stood dejectedly to the side, watching Fang Li skillfully bathe her daughter. For the first time, they clearly realized that there might be more than one insurmountable chasm between them and being qualified fathers.

After several rounds of trouble, Fang Li finally understood that expecting these men to raise the child independently was harder than expecting the sun to rise in the west.

But she was really exhausted. That afternoon, the sun was warm and the eyelids were drooping. She thought she would let them take turns watching for a while so she could at least get a quarter of an hour's rest.

She repeatedly instructed, "Just hold me, pat me gently, don't move around, and don't make a sound!"

Ji Qianqiu was the first to take the stage.

He imitated Fang Li, wrapping his strong arms around the swaddled baby. At first, he was cautious, but soon he became excited and couldn't help but start gently rocking her, cheerfully chanting, "Flying! My daughter is flying! Watch Daddy take you flying high!"

After only a few bounces, the little guy's face scrunched up, a trickle of milk spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked like he was about to spit up.

Fang Li, who was listening in the inner room, was terrified. Just as she was about to speak up to stop them, Shen Yunzhou couldn't stand it anymore and snatched the child away.

His posture while holding the child was standard, with both arms outstretched and his body upright.

Unfortunately, what the little one wanted was a warm, moving embrace.

In Shen Yunzhou's stiff, iron-like arms, the little guy boredly blew a few bubbles, then quickly began to pout, brewing the next storm.

Seeing this, Xie Chen quickly and carefully took it.

Learning from the mistakes of the previous two, he dared not be too agitated or too rigid, so he came up with a clever idea. While maintaining the standard cuddling posture, he began to read "Elementary Teachings of Formations" to the baby, who was only a few days old, in his calm and even tone: "Formations are the principles of heaven and earth, based on yin and yang, and derived from the five elements..." He rambled on and on, as if hypnotizing the baby.

Whether it was because the sound was too monotonous or the content was too advanced, the little girl's eyelids started to droop as she listened, and she actually fell asleep.

Xie Chen was secretly pleased with the effectiveness of his "secret technique" when Ye Wuyang silently walked over and extended his hand.

Xie Chen hesitated for a moment, but still handed over his sleeping daughter.

Ye Wuyang's posture while holding the child was still not quite normal, and he was still a bit clumsy, but he had a little trick that no one else had.

He would subconsciously adjust his arm so that his daughter's small body was close to his chest, so that she could hear his steady heartbeat.

The little guy squirmed restlessly in his arms, nuzzled his head, found a more comfortable position, and his breathing became longer and deeper, sleeping even more soundly than in Xie Chen's arms.

Fang Li had actually been awake for a while, and quietly watched this scene with a smile on her lips.

Watching the four men's flustered yet cautious movements, and observing her daughter's different reactions in their arms, especially her peaceful sleeping face in Ye Wuyang's arms, she couldn't help but smile slightly. She felt both amused and warmed by the sight.

On this day, several months after the child was born, the red wrinkles of early life faded, and the child became delicate and beautiful.

Her eyes were particularly striking, clear and bright. Occasionally, when she blinked, a hint of coldness seemed to emanate from them, revealing an extraordinary intelligence and charm.

Fang Li leaned against the couch, her fingertips gently stroking her daughter's delicate cheek, her eyes full of love: "Our daughter should have a proper name."

Ye Wuyang stood to the side, gazing at his daughter.

He conjured a wisp of icy breath from his fingertips and brought it closer to the child.

The little girl wasn't afraid at all; instead, she giggled and reached out her little hand to grab the wisp of cold air, seemingly quite enjoying it.

“…She likes the cold.” A smile flashed in Ye Wuyang’s eyes. “Her name should be like a clear spring striking jade, or ice crystals reflecting the moon.” He pondered for a moment, “How about the character Ling? Ye Ling. Clear and bright, transparent, with a hint of coolness, but not biting.”

Fang Li savored the name carefully: "Ye Ling... Ling'er... It sounds nice. It's clean and lively. I'll call her Ling'er as her nickname."

The name was thus decided, and the others naturally had no objections.

Shen Yunzhou felt that the name had a sharp and clear sound like a sword's ringing; Ji Qianqiu scratched his head and thought it sounded cool, suitable for his daughter; Xie Chen chuckled and praised, "The name is just like the person, pure and elegant, very good."