The sweetheart of a strong president

Dai Chao smiled bitterly. Seeing her happy face, it was unnecessary to ask.

"He must have bought the clothes too?"

"Why do you gossip so much? Are you interested in this?"

"You look so happy, but why are you so proud? And you're still gossiping."

"Really? Am I that superficial?"

The conversation was light, but his heart was heavy.

"I owe him a favor that I will never be able to repay in this lifetime. I can no longer have any thoughts about his wife. Otherwise, I will despise myself."

"Didn't you let it go a long time ago?"

"Making you!"

You are so silly and cute. You really don't understand my feelings. How can I let go?

However, he planned to keep this feeling hidden and start a new life. He had to give it a try.

Lin Zihan's phone vibrated in the middle of the night, and a message from Li Jiang popped up on the screen:

"Mr. Lin, Xiaobao is sick. We are in the hospital now. My wife is very worried."

Lin Zihan's heart sank and his heartbeat quickened.

He sat up from the bed, called An An, and asked him to arrange for him to go to J City immediately.

It was just daybreak when Lin Zihan hurried to the airport.

During the long wait to board the plane, he felt unprecedented anxiety and powerlessness.

My son Xiaobao is only eight months old and I have never heard that he has been hospitalized.

This time, he heard that the situation was serious enough to require hospitalization. As a new father, he didn't know the severity of the situation, so how could he not panic?

Also, I wonder how anxious Su Wan must be?

The plane shuttled through the clouds. Lin Zihan closed his eyes, and the images of the mother and daughter appeared alternately in his mind.

Is the baby crying? Is he looking for his mother's arms?

Su Wan must not have slept well last night. I wonder if she can hold on now?

The flight time in the air is extremely long and painful.

Finally, the plane landed, and Lin Zihan was almost the first passenger to rush out of the cabin.

He quickly walked through the airport, not even waiting for his luggage, and took a taxi straight to the hospital.

The moment I arrived at the hospital, the first person I saw was Su Wan, her eyes were filled with tears.

Lin Zihan's heart was even more distressed.

"Honey, I'm sorry I'm late." He hugged her.

"Xiaobao..."

He looked over and rushed to Xiaobao's bed.

Xiaobao looked quiet and fragile, with a small body, a pale face, and an IV hanging on his little hand.

Lin Zihan's heart tightened instantly. He reached out his hand and gently stroked Xiaobao's cold little hand with trembling hands.

"Xiaobao, Daddy is back." His voice was choked and his eyes were filled with tears.

"It's all my fault for not taking good care of the child and letting him suffer like this."

Lin Zihan turned around and held Su Wan's hand.

"It's a common occurrence for children to not get sick. How can I blame myself? If I have to blame someone, I should blame myself for not taking good care of my wife and children."

Su Wan was still crying silently, and Lin Zihan stood up and carried her to the bed.

"Now, your task is to sleep, and leave everything to me."

His eyes were passionate and full of tenderness.

She nodded obediently, perhaps because she was too tired, or perhaps because she felt at ease, she fell into a deep sleep in the blink of an eye.

Lin Zihan looked at Su Wan who was sleeping soundly, and then at the cuddly baby, feeling extremely at ease and satisfied.

Once upon a time, he already had so much. As he thought about it, his eyes became moist again.

As night falls, the hospital becomes especially quiet.

Xiaobao felt uncomfortable and tossed and turned restlessly on the bed, crying intermittently.

Lin Zihan stroked his back gently.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?"

He carefully observed Xiaobao's expression and movements, looking for possible reasons that might be making him uncomfortable.

Xiaobao's crying was sometimes louder and sometimes softer, rising and falling, which was particularly heartbreaking in the quiet night.

Lin Zihan gently picked him up and held him in her arms carefully, as if he were a precious gem.

Lin Zihan was not often around Xiaobao and had only seen him occasionally during video calls, but the little guy seemed to be very familiar with him and did not resist him at all.

Maybe it’s because we are biological parents.

Lin Zihan shook his body, his movements as clumsy as Zhu Bajie.

As funny as you want.

If the company employees saw this embarrassing situation, Mr. Lin would probably not be able to stand up to them anymore.

He howled softly, as if that was Xiaobao's favorite song.

That was clearly an unbearable noise.

However, it seemed to have a magical power that gradually calmed Xiaobao's emotions.

Xiaobao stopped making noises and fell asleep slowly.

The two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great! I didn't expect you to have this ability. It's a pity that you haven't used it for so long." Su Wan teased him.

"It's not a pity. It will be useful in the future."

He winked at her and smiled, and she immediately understood what he meant, that he wanted to create another villain with her.

“You’re really thinking far ahead!”

"I have many abilities that you haven't seen yet. I want you to spend your whole life slowly discovering them."

My stomach is growling from waiting so long.

Lin Zihan prepared some food, and he picked up a piece of fruit and put it to her mouth.

"Open your mouth." She ate.

He kissed her.

"So sweet! Is Miss Su inspired?"

Su Wan smiled sweetly, picked up the fruit plate, picked up a piece of peach and brought it to his mouth.

"How could I do such a thing without your inspiration?"

Mr. Lin took the fruit with his mouth, motioned Su Wan to open her mouth, and rolled the fruit into her mouth...

After a moment of tenderness, Lin Zihan said distressedly:

"Wife, you've lost weight and your skin is a little yellow. I want to take care of you."

She clung to him and said with emotion:

"Zi Han, it's great to have you."

Two people sit side by side next to the baby.

Lin Zihan opened the photo of Xiaobao in his phone. He was smiling brightly with his eyes curved into crescent shapes.

It was a scene not long ago when I was playing on the grass in the park with my mother.

The sunshine shines on Xiaobao's face, so innocent and so warm.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in his heart: I hope his son gets better soon and smiles like in the photo again.

At this moment, Xiaobao smiled unconsciously in his sleep, so cute and warm.

In the following days, Lin Zihan never left the hospital.

While he was taking good care of Xiaobao and communicating with the doctor about his condition, he was also comforting and caring for Su Wan.

From the moment the first ray of sunlight shone into the ward in the morning, Lin Zihan stood by Xiaobao's bed, taking care of him carefully.

He gently wiped Xiaobao's face with a soft, wet cloth. The little guy cooperated obediently, staring at Lin Zihan with wide eyes without any expression, neither crying nor making a fuss.

Lin Zihan smiled at him:

"I'm Dad, call me Dad."

"dad."

Clear and loud.

Lin Zihan couldn't believe his ears.

"Scream again, Daddy."

"dad……"

The little guy didn't hesitate at all.

"You can call daddy now, you can speak now? Honey, my son can speak now..."

He forgot that his wife was still asleep.