He didn't deny that there was indeed a little bit of that.
During her pregnancy, Song Yunzheng told Lin Yue that he couldn't bear the pain of pregnancy and childbirth for her, so he wouldn't let her worry about anything related to raising the child. She could just be herself and be a happy mother.
Therefore, since the child was born, Lin Yue has hardly held the baby, which has given her plenty of free time to focus on her own things.
Although there was a postpartum nanny, Song Yunzheng would hold his son in his arms whenever he had free time, and he took much better care of the child than the nanny.
"In all my years as a postpartum nanny, I've never seen a father as attentive as Dr. Song," the nanny praised with a smile.
Lin Yue looked at the father and son with her eyes crinkling, her happiness overflowing.
"Sweetie, we can't disturb Mommy's rest, okay? How about Daddy sings you a song?"
Song Yunzheng walked around the room with his son in his arms, but the little guy seemed to be deliberately going against him, refusing to listen no matter what he did and just kept crying, no matter how he tried to coax him.
Lin Yue couldn't bear to watch any longer. "Give it to me, I'll carry it."
She reached out and took her son, her face stern, and said in a deliberately serious tone, "Song Shi'an, that's enough. If you keep tormenting your father like this, he won't have any milk to drink!"
The little baby didn't care about any of that. The moment he smelled his mother's scent, he stopped crying, stared at his mother with his big, black, gem-like eyes, grinned, revealing his toothless little mouth, and babbled as he tugged at his mother's collar, trying to put it in his mouth.
Seeing this, Song Yunzheng smiled and patted the little boy's bottom, "You're still closer to your mother. Your father takes care of you day and night, but you're never like this."
"Oh dear, Daddy's jealous! Manman, quickly comfort him." Lin Yue lifted her son and brought him closer.
Manman cooperated very well, flapping her chubby little arms and babbling in baby talk.
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After ten months, Manman's appearance has grown up and she looks more and more like Song Yunzheng. They are practically identical, especially her eyes, which are exactly like her father's.
Lin Yue originally wanted to give birth to a miniature version of herself, but instead, she gave birth to a miniature version of Song Yunzheng.
Tang Shiting, who was all alone, fell in love with Xiao Manman at first sight and even joked, "How about I take her home and raise her for a couple of days, so that my old folks can have some fun with her too?"
At this point, Song Yunzheng would always roll his eyes at him, "If you like her, go have your own baby. Aren't you getting along really well with the Ji family's daughter lately? When are you going to start planning the wedding? I've already prepared the red envelope."
Song Yunzheng was deliberately bringing up a sore spot.
"Okay, that's enough. You're getting annoying if you keep talking."
Tang Shiting held Manman and teased the child, "Manman, your dad has a really sharp tongue. We can't be like him when we grow up."
The children were oblivious to everything else, completely absorbed in studying Tang Shiting's wristwatch.
Tang Shiting held his little hand and coaxed him gently, "Manman, be good and call me uncle."
The little one, who had never listened to reason before, suddenly spoke up today.
“ba——ba——”
The moment the soft, adorable baby voice rang out, the living room fell silent. Song Yunzheng's hand, which was preparing formula for his son, trembled violently, and he stared at the two children with a mournful look in his eyes.
His son actually called someone "Dad" for the first time!!!
Tang Shiting was also stunned. He was clearly teaching his uncle, so why was the little brat calling him "Dad"? No wonder he's Song Yunzheng's son, he's so unexpected.
Song Yunzheng immediately took the child from Tang Shiting's arms, "Manman, I'm the father, call me father, Dad—Dad—"
Manman looked at the baby bottle in her father's hand, excitedly waving her arms and legs. Under a bit of coaxing and cajoling, she called out again in her baby voice, "ba-ba-ba!"
"Hey, good son!"
Seeing this, Tang Shiting crossed his arms and chuckled thoughtfully, as if... getting married and having children wasn't so terrible after all.
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