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The car slowly drove into the laboratory building.

The car door opened, and Dan Hanjie stepped onto the ground with his long legs.

A sharp silhouette, carrying the usual aura.

A tall figure exuding coldness... if you ignore the little fluffy dumpling nestled in his arms.

"Daddy... Dada..."

The little Tingye, chiseled like jade, started squirming in Dan Hanjie’s arms as soon as he woke up.

His big, dark eyes curiously observed the unfamiliar surroundings.

The chubby little hand tightly clenched Dan Hanjie’s jacket, as if fearing that if he angered Dan Hanjie, he would be thrown away.

"Milk... Baby hungry..."

Little Tingye raised his small head, looking pitifully at Dan Hanjie.

"Did you bring the young master’s bottle?" Dan Hanjie paused in his steps and turned to look at the bodyguards beside him.

"Huh?"

The bodyguards were stunned.

Who among the big guys would remember something like a baby bottle...

The bodyguards all lowered their heads.

"Mr. Jie, please forgive us."

"..."

Damn it!

He forgot too.

For the first time bringing Tingye out alone, seeing the little guy in his arms smacking his little mouth, full of expectancy, Dan Hanjie felt a pang in his chest.

"Go buy one for me!" Dan Hanjie turned and yelled at the dumbfounded bodyguards.

"Yes, Mr. Jie." The bodyguard, startled, quickly left.

"Hungry..."

The little guy, knowing there was no milk to drink, his exquisite little face drooped, clutching his little tummy with grievance. His big eyes, watery and pitiful.

As Dan Hanjie carried him into the laboratory building, as soon as he saw Diwu Zexuan, his little mouth pouted immediately.

"Is the little guy hungry?"

Diwu Zexuan, dressed in a white coat, casually placed his hands in his pockets, glanced at the little fluffy dumpling in front of him.

"If I’m not mistaken, you forgot to bring the bottle." Diwu Zexuan looked at Dan Hanjie, took the little guy from his arms, and turned into the lounge next to them.

He asked someone to get a packet of sesame paste, dissolved it in water, and handed it to Dan Hanjie.

"Feed him with a spoon."

"..."

Dan Hanjie looked at the bowl of sesame paste, then at the little guy in front of him.

He had never fed him like this before; it was like a maiden’s first ride in a sedan chair, the first time for everything. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

A hungry child doesn’t care what they’re eating, their little mouth would open wide, eager enough to swallow the spoon whole.

Little Tingye sat obediently on the sofa, his chubby hand holding his little foot, and Dan Hanjie fed him a spoonful, which he ate.

One bowl of sesame paste was quickly finished.

"Love Daddy!"

The little guy, satisfied and happy, puckered his lips, leaning toward Dan Hanjie’s face to plant a big, fragrant kiss.

"..."

Dan Hanjie’s hand holding the bowl paused, an indescribable feeling coursing through his heart.

Looking at the tiny little one in front of him, his eyes squinted slightly.

Tingye was too clever, acting unlike a child from a very young age, so much so that he sometimes forgot the little guy was just over a year old.

A little fluffy dumpling still needing care when sleepy or hungry.

He took a tissue to wipe the little guy’s mouth.

Picked him up.

"Daddy will take you to see Grandpa."

"Is it heaven?" The little guy tilted his head, curiously looking at Dan Hanjie.

Mom said that Grandpa went to heaven.

Little Tingye was so smart; he remembered it after hearing it once.

"Only those who die go to heaven. Grandpa is still fine." Dan Hanjie spoke coolly.

Seeing the little guy’s bewildered eyes, he placed him back on his lap, held his little hands, and spoke earnestly.

"Grandpa isn’t dead, just sick. But if Mom knew, she’d be very sad. Promise me, after we go home, don’t tell Mom that Dad took you to see Grandpa, alright?"