This feeling, like waiting for a seed to sprout, is truly wonderful.

Shi Qianxi bent down, sat on the floor, and lay directly beside the sofa, gazing at the sleeping cub, thinking to herself:

He was originally just a tiny, ignorant seed.

Shi Qianxi reached out and measured the cub's size inch by inch. Everything he touched was soft and warm, and it was tiny, as small as his lost heart.

Looking at the cub, Shi Qianxi's heart softened involuntarily, and the sound of happiness rang in his ears again. Without any particular purpose, he wrote two lines of poetry for the cub in his mind.

But his cubs were different from the start. In the days leading up to the adoption, Shi Qianxi thoroughly studied and memorized all the adoption guides and learned about the habits of cubs of all sizes and types.

The young need to be nurtured with love by the person who raises them. Only by investing enough time and energy can the seed sprout and the young grow up to call out "Dad" in their first words.

But his cubs seem to be born loving him.

It had nothing to do with anything else, except that when Shi Qianxi first met him at the orphanage, the cub took the initiative to come over, hug his leg, and smile at him.

At that one glance, Shi Qianxi felt that Qianyuan should be his child, and that they were destined to be together.

The child was destined to love him.

Is that so? It must be.

Regardless, Shi Qianxi's soul had already been trapped in the cub's soft belly.

Smelling the unique scent of the cub, she didn't want to wake up again.

It wasn't until the director of the orphanage called back, interrupting his reverie, that he realized he had been staring at the cub for hours.

"The baby needs two bottles of milk every morning and evening, and three meals of complementary food every day. Don't forget that. Do you know how to cook? If you're busy, you won't be able to manage. Qianyuan is more delicate than other children..."

The dean genuinely felt that single men who were not yet married were unreliable for this job.

However, there were no problems with his information, and the review was approved. In fact, Xiao Qianyuan wanted him to hold her the moment she saw her, so the director had no choice but to entrust the cub to him.

The dean hoped that this man would at least be a mentally and morally normal man, and that it would be fine if he was a novice at taking care of children, as long as he did not have any problems understanding the basic moral theories of human society.

However, Shi Qianxi had already gone mad.

The countless deaths of Shi Qianxi, the mountain of Shi Qianxi's corpses, have shaped the Shi Qianxi we know today.

A madman who has died a thousand times.

Shi Qianxi smiled and agreed to the dean's call. After hanging up, he prepared a sufficient amount of complementary food for Qianyuan in the kitchen. He still held a knife in his hand, and under the pale light, he walked to the cub and gently woke it.

"Sweetie, get up and eat."

The cub kicked his feet, a little grumpy from waking up. He turned over angrily with his eyes closed, tucking his arms under his body and sticking his butt up in the air, using this posture to reject Shi Qianxi.

Shi Qianxi was stunned, and the hand holding the knife froze.

He suffered a major setback on his first day as a father, helpless in the face of his toddler's unconventional and irrelevant way of staying in bed.

Until the cub smelled the aroma of food, its nose twitched, and it sniffed here and there like a puppy, until it smelled the food in its father's arms.

The cub accurately identified the aroma of the food: "Spare ribs!"

Shi Qianxi looked at the baby in her arms and fell silent.

It's obvious that he's jealous of Paigu because the first word his son uttered wasn't "Dad" but "Paigu".

But he couldn't just throw away the ribs.

Shi Qianxi, with a long face, just watched the cub kicking and stomping in his arms, wondering when the cub would finally notice his abnormality and his expectations.

After waiting for a couple of seconds, Shi Qianxi couldn't help but start to wonder if the cub disliked him and didn't want to be with him.

After waiting for a minute, Shi Qianxi began to silently search the city's traffic control system to confirm that even if the cub wanted to escape from him, it would be impossible for him to drive away alone in the rocking horse.

After waiting for five minutes, Shi Qianxi gripped the knife in her hand tighter and tighter, as if she was already planning her nth death.

But from beginning to end, the insane Shi Qianxi dared not harm a single hair on the cub's head.

He simply continues his healthy, twisted madness while ensuring the safety of his offspring.

Until the cub finally stopped muttering about ribs and instead looked up and called to him:

"dad!"

When Qianxi finally saw his cub, who had been struggling to wake up, in its normal form, he felt an extraordinary sense of affection. He immediately recognized his father in the crowd and told the director without hesitation that the cub wanted to take his father away.

Even though Shi Qianxi is no longer the same as before, no longer that drab boy.

But Zai will always remember his mission.

He truly came to love his father.

So when the cub saw Shi Qianxi's face, it laughed, covering its mouth and chuckling. Its mischievous appearance made it seem like a naughty little elf teasing mortals.

But the affection still shone through his eyes.

He chuckled for a while, then gave Shi Qianxi a quick kiss on the cheek, and then, shaking his dad's scooter, said:

"Dad, hurry up, ribs."

Shi Qianxi covered her face, the resentment that had just gathered was instantly wiped away by the cub's kiss.

Although he was still a little jealous of the ribs, Shi Qianxi still completely followed the cub's wishes, placing the cub at the dining table and serving him delicious food.

The cub looked at his favorite food, and his gaze toward Shi Qianxi became even more eager.

A dad who can cook is a rare find among his many talented fathers.

The cub gnawed on the ribs with both hands for a while, turning into a little cat with its head covered in gravy. But seeing how much the cub was enjoying it, Shi Qianxi thought, so what if it turned into a little cat? Even if the cub could eat the whole house, Shi Qianxi would still pay without batting an eye.

But the cub, halfway through eating, got so attached to the ribs that it couldn't help but call out "Daddy" twice more. After Shi Qianxi came closer, it smacked its greasy lips twice more and kissed Shi Qianxi's face.

He gnawed at Shi Qianxi so much that she was so distracted that she almost tripped and fell to her death.

There is no more pathetic way to die.

But there could be no happier moment than this.

After standing there and acting crazy for a while, Shi Qianxi couldn't help herself anymore. She picked up the cub and rubbed her face against the cub's face affectionately, just like she would rub her own kitten.

"Daddy really loves his baby so much."

"My baby must love his dad very much too."

"It's so nice, so nice..."

Happiness came to him.

The cub's eyes were so swollen from being rubbed so hard against its face by its father that it couldn't even open them.

His cheeks were squashed flat by his father, but Shi Qianxi seemed oblivious, like a primal animal relying on physical contact to rub his breath against the child to confirm that this was his beloved child.