Chapter 4

After staring into the pair of confused eyes in front of him for a long time, Yin Zheng experienced the taste of compromise for the first time in his life.

He raised his hand and took the spoon from Jiaojiao, scooped a full spoonful of porridge, and opened his mouth with a blank expression and a flat tone: "Ah."

Jiaojiao understood what he meant almost instantly, and immediately raised her head and opened her mouth: "Ah~"

Maybe the spoon was too big, or the porridge was too full, or Jiaojiao's mouth was too small. Anyway, most of the porridge stuck to his mouth and fell on his collar, and only a small half entered Jiaojiao's open mouth.

Yin Zheng: “…………”

It turns out that he is not suitable for raising children.

On the day the child fell into a coma, Yin Zheng investigated his situation and learned that he was abandoned in a chaotic area and was picked up by a beggar couple with dirty intentions.

They didn't take good care of the child after picking it up. When the child had a fever, they didn't want to spend money, so they waited for a while before taking the child to an illegal clinic. When they got there, they heard the people there said the child couldn't be cured, so they threw him next to the trash can.

It was impossible for him to send the child back now, but he lived too hard and he was the only one at home. If he wanted to raise the child, the child would have to stay alone in the house while he was out of town hunting alien species.

No matter how ignorant Yin Zheng was, he still knew that he could not leave the child alone in the house, as it was too dangerous.

To sum up, he is not suitable to raise a child, so he needs to find a pair of suitable and reliable parents to adopt the child.

While Yin Zheng was thinking about these things, Jiaojiao, whose eyes lit up after swallowing a mouthful of porridge, opened her mouth again and said, "Ah~"

Yin Zheng came back to his senses after being woken up by the cry. He looked at the child in front of him with his dirty little face raised to beg for food, and raised and lowered the hand holding the spoon.

After repeating it twice, he still couldn't help but reached out and took out two pieces of paper from the tissue box beside him, and wiped the child's mouth covered with white porridge with clumsy movements.

After wiping his face, Yin Zheng was much more cautious when feeding the baby porridge again. He only scooped one-third of the spoon. This time the feeding went smoothly and no porridge leaked at all.

A tiny sense of accomplishment suddenly emerged in his heart, and Yin Zheng's mood became inexplicably happier. The unrestrained cold and fierce aura around him subsided a little.

For a moment, he was like a wolf that had retreated from the battlefield and had eaten and drunk its fill. His aura was still fierce, but he no longer had the sharp attacking power that could rush into the battlefield again at any time.

He fed her spoonful by spoonful. After feeding her half a bowl, Jiaojiao shook her head and refused to eat. She pushed the bowl towards Yin Zheng with her hand and said with her big round eyes, "Dad, Dad~"

As he spoke, he opened his mouth wide to gesture.

Yin Zheng looked at him, then at the half-full bowl of porridge in his hand. He suddenly remembered the half-full steamed bun he had taken out of his bellyband that day. He couldn't help but cover his forehead to hide the smile spreading in his eyes and chuckled, "I haven't fallen to the point where I need you to save your rations to feed me."

Because of a lack of communication from a young age, Yin Zheng stutters when speaking long sentences. However, no one knows this because Yin Zheng is very taciturn and never uses three words when two words can solve the problem.

Jiaojiao opened her big, confused eyes, obviously not understanding what he said. She just kept pushing the bowl towards him: "Dad——"

Faced with Jiaojiao who was unable to communicate, Yin Zheng compromised and raised his bowl to gulp down the remaining half of the porridge.

Saying it is half a bowl of porridge is only relative to a child's. This bowl is not even as big as Yin Zheng's palm. It is a special bowl for children.

After drinking the porridge, Yin Zheng signaled Jiaojiao to stay in bed, then got up and walked out. After a while, he brought in a bowl of chicken soup.

This time, Yin Zheng did not feed him one spoonful at a time with a spoon, but directly fed him with a bowl.

Jiaojiao held the edge of the bowl with both hands and buried her head in drinking. The fragrance was so fragrant that her eyes narrowed into crescents, which made Yin Zheng feel inexplicably good.

After drinking about half a bowl, Jiaojiao refused to drink anymore and kept pushing the bowl towards Yin Zheng: "Dad, Dad..."

Yin Zheng tore off two pieces of paper to wipe the soup stains from the corners of his mouth. He didn't try to struggle, but tilted his head back and drank the rest of the soup.

After finishing the soup and clearing the bowl, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Jiaojiao's collar which was stained by the porridge.

Actually it wasn't that dirty. It was just some white porridge. There was almost no trace of it after wiping it clean with paper.

But Yin Zheng felt inexplicably irritated, so he stood up and went out to find the nurse to get a new set of hospital gown. After returning, he clumsily changed the hospital gown for Jiaojiao.

It's not his fault that he's clumsy; the child's arms and legs are so pale and thin. He's afraid of breaking them by accident, and this concern inevitably makes him hesitant.

Jiaojiao, who had put on a new set of hospital clothes with great effort, stretched out his little feet obediently and asked his father to roll up his trouser legs.

After rolling up her trouser legs and sleeves, Jiaojiao rolled into Yin Zheng's arms, looking at him with bright black grape-like eyes, and called out softly, "Dad~"

Yin Zheng didn't respond to his call of "Dad". His eyes fell on his fair and tender face. He couldn't help but think of the scene in the alley where the wild kid stretched out his hand to poke his cheek, so he stretched out his index finger and poked his cheek.

Well, it's really soft.

The last time I applied medicine to him, I was so focused on applying the medicine that I didn't notice this.

Seeing that her father liked to poke her face, Jiaojiao raised her little head and put her face in his hands.

Yin Zheng felt a weight in his hands and lowered his head to meet the child's bright eyes. The fingers holding his face moved involuntarily, and Jiaojiao, feeling itchy, buried her face in his hands and rubbed it.

The soft touch in his palm was so strange that Yin Zheng was stunned for a moment and curled his fingers back even more.

Jiaojiao, who noticed his reaction, seemed to find it amusing and kept pushing her face into his palm.

The furry head in the palm of your hand is like some kind of childish and soft little animal. It is so weak, but it makes your heart tighten subconsciously for no reason.

Yin Zheng's gaze shifted, landing on the child's hand clutching his clothes. For a moment, it felt as if something invisible, ever so gently, tapped at his defenses, causing his already tense heart to leap in response.

"What's your name?" He suddenly realized that he didn't know the child's name.

Jiaojiao, buried in his palm, looked up at him.

Yin Zheng met his gaze and saw the familiar confusion in his eyes.

This brat must be taught to speak.

…

In Lido Shopping Mall, a tall man who looked very tough was standing in a children's clothing store that looked out of place to him. He lowered his stern brows and selected the cute children's clothes in front of him.

Yin Zheng came out after the child fell asleep. He was originally planning to buy some daily necessities. When he passed by this store, the image of the child's neck and wrists that were rubbed red suddenly flashed through his mind, and he turned around and walked into the store.

Children's skin is delicate, and although the hospital gowns are not rough, they are not much better.

If the child's clothes hadn't been so dirty when he was brought in yesterday, he wouldn't have let him change into a hospital gown. He didn't know why, but he always felt that the hospital gown on the child was very glaring.

After selecting for more than half an hour, Yin Zheng bought a total of ten sets of clothes, including clothes, pants, shoes and socks. All of them were specially selected with soft and skin-friendly fabrics, and of course the prices were also very touching.

Yin Zheng didn't care about the money, but he felt that the family he found for the child must be wealthy, otherwise they would not be able to raise the child well.

This is a bit difficult!

There are not many wealthy families in the chaotic area, and even if they are wealthy, they may not be willing to spend money on their children.

It seems I can only look for it slowly.

Thinking about these things, Yin Zheng bought the clothes and then bought baby shower gel, baby shampoo, baby hand cream, baby face cream and other miscellaneous items on the recommendation of the store clerk.

It was getting dark when Yin Zheng walked out of the mall. With both hands full of bags, he quickened his pace to go back.

When I returned to the ward, Jiaojiao had already woken up. She was lying obediently on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with her big dark eyes open.

Hearing the noise, he turned his head a little slowly. When he saw Yin Zheng, he blinked blankly at first, then immediately climbed up from the bed using his hands and feet and rushed towards Yin Zheng.

Seeing the child jumping off the bed, Yin Zheng's heart tightened. He didn't even have time to put down the things in his hands and hurried forward to catch him.

Yin Zheng caught the child and frowned, about to scold him, but was stunned when he met the child's eyes which were quietly red.

At this moment, the child in his arms was clutching his clothes tightly with his little hands, big tears were falling from his red eyes, and he was crying silently. Seeing this, Yin Zheng's heart tightened again.

When Jiaojiao woke up and found his father gone and he was alone, he was not afraid. On the contrary, his past experience of being abandoned made him more afraid than any other child.

It was simply because of his experience of being abandoned that he knew crying was useless, so he instinctively lay on the bed, not crying or making a fuss, and was as quiet as a wooden man.

But all this quietness turned into a surge of grievance and panic after seeing Yin Zheng coming back.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Yin Zheng asked, confused.

Jiaojiao, who didn't understand, didn't respond to him, but just kept leaning into his arms, her tears soaking Yin Zheng's clothes on his chest.

Yin Zheng, feeling uncomfortable with his crying, raised his hand and rang the bedside bell with such force that he almost broke it.

The nurse who heard the call came over from the nurses' station, checked him out and said, "It's okay, he's not crying because he's uncomfortable."

The nurse glanced at the child who had buried his face in the adult's arms and smiled, "He must have been crying out of fear because he didn't see anyone when he woke up from his nap."

Are you crying because you didn’t see me when you woke up?

Yin Zheng looked down at the child in his arms who was so fragile that he seemed like he would break at the slightest touch. A magical feeling of being needed emerged in his heart, making his uncomfortable heart happy again.

He carried the child forward and placed him on the hospital bed. Jiaojiao, who was still a little scared, grabbed his clothes and refused to let go. Seeing this, Yin Zheng put his index finger in his hand and asked him to hold it.

The child's hands were so small that it was difficult to even hold his hand completely.

Yin Zheng took a tissue from the side and gently wiped the tears from his face. Jiaojiao, with red eyes and sniffing, cooperated by raising her fair and tender face.

The nurse who had not yet left felt so heartbroken by the little boy's appearance that she couldn't help but look back every few steps as she left.

After wiping his tears, Yin Zheng took out the clothes he had bought that he could wear without washing from a paper bag beside him: "I'm not leaving. I went to buy you some clothes."

Looking at the warm yellow clothes with ducklings printed on them in his hand, Jiaojiao miraculously understood what he said. She looked at the clothes and then at him with her watery eyes, raised her little hand and pointed at the clothes, and said softly in a voice that still had a tear in it, "Jiaojiao~"

"Yeah." Yin Zheng nodded, bent down and started to change his clothes.

So this kid’s name is Jiao Jiao?

This name is not good. I need to find a homophone to change it, otherwise it will be difficult to find people.

Jiaojiao, who didn't know that her father had misunderstood her name, cooperated very well in changing clothes. She raised her hands when asked and lifted her feet when asked.

After changing into a warm yellow outfit with a little duck printed on it and light blue pants with the same little duck printed on them, Jiaojiao looked at the little duck on her belly with sparkling eyes and carefully reached out to touch it.

This is not only a little duck, but also a small pocket that can hold things. Yin Zheng specially picked it for him.

After touching the little ducks on her belly and legs, Jiaojiao raised her head and gave a smile with curved eyebrows: "Daddy~"

After putting on the new clothes, Jiaojiao looked even fairer, tenderer and more delicate. Yin Zheng's heart softened when he saw her smile. He immediately reached out and touched her furry little head.