Chapter 1277: Pan Xiaoting's Limited-Time Return

In the upscale Gubei villa district of Shanghai, morning light streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a duplex villa bedroom, gently illuminating the soft silk comforter.

Pan Xiaoting was fast asleep on the soft bed, her long eyelashes drooping quietly, her breathing shallow.

A tiny, exquisitely beautiful baby lay beside her, who had apparently woken up sometime earlier.

The little one didn't sleep in a crib, and didn't cry after waking up. He just stared at the ceiling with his big, dark eyes.

His chubby little hands clenched into plump fists and waved wildly in the air, making soft, sweet babbling sounds, like a kitten whimpering.

After playing for a while, the little guy seemed to get bored, so he put his round little hands into his mouth and started slurping them, with a little bit of saliva on the corners of his mouth.

His little head would tilt from time to time, his gaze falling on the face of Pan Xiaoting, who was fast asleep beside him.

The faint sound still reached Pan Xiaoting's ears. Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as my gaze focused, it met my son's clear and bright eyes.

The little guy was sucking on his finger, tilting his head and looking at her. He looked so cute and adorable that Pan Xiaoting's heart melted instantly, and she even calmed down a bit.

She leaned forward, carefully pulled her son closer to her, kissed the little guy's warm, soft face, and smelled the unique milky scent of a baby.

"Can'er, you didn't cry when you woke up. Why are you such a good girl?"

Pan Xiaoting's voice was soft and gentle, with a languid quality to it, and her eyes were full of an irrepressible smile.

It turns out that Pan Xiaoting and Lin Lang's son is named Lin Haocan.

As if understanding, the little guy released his finger from his mouth and patted Pan Xiaoting's shoulder with his short arms, making even more cheerful babbling sounds.

Pan Xiaoting loved her son more and more as she looked at him. She hugged the little guy tighter and pressed her forehead against his, whispering, "My good baby, I can never get enough of looking at him."

Xiao Haocan stuck out his pink little tongue and grinned, giggling.

The warm sunlight shone on the mother and son, filling the entire bedroom with a cozy and sweet atmosphere.

Pan Xiaoting pinched her son's soft little face, her eyebrows curving into crescents: "Sweetie, let Mommy check your diaper."

She gently lifted a corner of the blanket, and as soon as her fingertips touched the diaper, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, you've peed a lot this night, it's bulging like a little pillow."

The little one seemed to sense his mother's movements, wiggled his little bottom, and made whining, coquettish noises.

Pan Xiaoting's movements were incredibly gentle. She carefully unfastened the Velcro and gently wiped her son's bottom with a wet wipe, all the while softly murmuring to herself.

"Our baby is so good, he doesn't fuss at all."

After changing her son's diaper into a dry new one, Pan Xiaoting leaned over and gently rubbed her warm nose against his round little belly, making a funny "woo-woo-woo" sound.

The little one couldn't resist such teasing and instantly broke down, letting out a sweet giggle. The sound was crisp and soft, like a little milk candy melting in the air.

His little arms and legs were flapping around incessantly, and his little head was shaking back and forth. His chubby little appearance was so cute that Pan Xiaoting's heart melted.

Pan Xiaoting couldn't help but rub her nose against her son's tummy again, making the little guy laugh even harder, and his little body trembled slightly.

Just then, a gentle knock sounded at the door, and the nanny pushed the door open and walked in with a warm smile on her face.

"Aunt Pan, you're awake?"

"The baby is probably hungry. I'll make him some formula and feed the little master something."

Pan Xiaoting didn't even look up, her gaze still fixed on her son, and replied with a smile, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The postpartum nanny skillfully took out the baby bottle, formula, and warm water, and quickly began to prepare the formula.

Not long after, another nanny entered the room and said respectfully, "Aunt Pan, breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat now?"

"Let's wait a little longer, I'll play with my son a bit more." Pan Xiaoting's voice was full of laughter.

"Okay." The nanny replied, turning to leave the room, but suddenly stopped, bowed slightly, and said in an even more respectful tone, "Master, you've arrived."

Upon hearing this, Pan Xiaoting's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly turned around.

At the doorway, Lin Lang stood holding two multi-layered insulated lunch boxes, smiling at her. The morning light fell on him, softening his features.

"Honey, you're here!" Pan Xiaoting's heart leaped with joy. Without even putting on her shoes, she ran barefoot towards the bedroom door.

Like a joyful little sparrow, she threw herself into Lin Lang's arms, rubbing her face against his warm chest and gently nuzzling his clothes with the tip of her nose, full of dependence.

Lin Lang said helplessly yet affectionately, "Silly girl, you're still in your postpartum period. The ground is cold; you can't run around barefoot. Put your shoes on quickly."

Pan Xiaoting stuck out her tongue, gave Lin Lang a quick kiss on the cheek, and then ran back to the bedside, quickly putting on her slippers.

The nanny, who was preparing formula, turned around upon hearing the sound and respectfully bowed to Lin Lang, saying, "Greetings, sir."

Lin Lang nodded slightly in response.

The formula was ready, and the temperature was just right. Pan Xiaoting reached out and took it, saying to the nanny, "You can leave now."

The nanny tactfully replied "Yes," and quietly closed the door.

While gently shaking the baby bottle, Pan Xiaoting looked up at Lin Lang and asked curiously, "Honey, what's the meaning of you holding that insulated lunchbox?"

Lin Lang smiled and walked forward, placing two multi-layered insulated lunch boxes on the bedside table. He then put his arm around Pan Xiaoting's waist and planted a tender kiss on her forehead.

“I made you a nourishing soup this morning, and also some wild vegetable and egg pancakes and some refreshing side dishes to reward my darling for giving me a lovely little baby.”

Pan Xiaoting felt a sweet warmth in her heart, and her eyebrows curved into a beautiful arc.

Just then, the baby's babbling on the bed caught Lin Lang's attention.

He hurriedly released Pan Xiaoting, and eagerly walked to the bedside, looking down at the exquisitely beautiful little baby.

The little guy was sucking on his little finger, his big, dark eyes fixed on Lin Lang, looking adorable and cute.

Lin Lang's heart melted, and he couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Oh my, son, you're so good. You're so adorable first thing in the morning."

As he spoke, he carefully lowered his head and gently kissed his son's delicate little face.

To everyone's surprise, the little one seemed to be frightened, his little mouth twitched, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Seeing this, Pan Xiaoting quickly put down the bottle, stepped forward, and hugged her son, gently patting his back and softly coaxing him, "Baby, don't cry, don't cry, it's Daddy, Daddy loves you..."

Lin Lang raised his hand and touched his chin, his fingertips brushing against a patch of prickly stubble. He then realized what was happening and slapped his forehead in annoyance.

"Oh dear, I forgot to shave this morning. The stubble must have pricked my son. No wonder he was fine just now, but suddenly he started to pout and cry."

Pan Xiaoting sat on the edge of the bed with her son in her arms, gently putting the bottle into the little guy's mouth.

Little Haocan, who was a bit hungry, immediately put the pacifier in his mouth and started drinking. His previous grievances vanished instantly, and even his little brows relaxed.

Lin Lang leaned closer to the bedside, gently stroking his son's soft little face with his fingertips, his eyes full of laughter, and teased him in a low voice, "You little rascal, look at how eager you are, you must be really starving."

"Of course." Pan Xiaoting smiled, her eyes narrowed, her tone full of pride.

"Honey, our son eats and sleeps well, he's so well-behaved. He's not even a month old yet, and he's already so easy to take care of, he doesn't fuss at all."

Looking at the two babies, one big and one small, Lin Lang felt a warm glow in his heart. He smiled and ruffled Pan Xiaoting's hair, saying, "You feed the son, and I'll feed you."

As he spoke, he turned around and picked up two multi-layered insulated lunch boxes from the bedside table, opened them one by one, and the room was immediately filled with their aroma.

Steaming hot matsutake and ginseng chicken soup, golden and crispy wild vegetable and egg pancakes, and two refreshing side dishes were neatly arranged on the bedside table, filling it with warmth.

Pan Xiaoting sniffed, her eyes sparkling: "Wow, it smells so good! Honey, I'm just hungry."

Lin Lang picked up the lunchbox containing the nourishing soup, took the soup spoon that came with the lid, and gently scooped up a spoonful of warm matsutake mushroom and ginseng chicken soup.

He first brought it to his lips and blew on it to make sure the temperature was just right and not too hot before putting it to Pan Xiaoting's lips.

Pan Xiaoting opened her mouth and drank it, smacked her lips carefully, and her eyes curved into crescent moons: "Mmm! Delicious! My husband's cooking is the best!"

Lin Lang's smile deepened, and he scooped up a few more spoonfuls of soup to feed her.

After Pan Xiaoting had drunk enough, Lin Lang picked up a golden and crispy wild vegetable and egg pancake, tore it into small pieces, and fed it to her.

Pan Xiaoting ate with a satisfied expression. The crispy crust mixed with the fragrance of wild vegetables spread on her tongue, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, it's so delicious!"

"Come on, wife, why don't you just give me the baby?"

“I’ll hold my son and feed him with a bottle, while you eat your food properly. That way you can eat a lot and quickly.”

"Okay." Pan Xiaoting nodded and carefully handed her son over.

Lin Lang skillfully supported his son's back and head, allowing the little guy to comfortably lean against his arm.

With her other hand, she picked up the bottle and gently placed it against her son's lips.

The little one immediately took the nipple into his mouth and started drinking it, his little cheeks puffing out, which was incredibly cute.

Lin Lang looked down at the adorable baby in his arms, and seeing his son focused on nursing, a surge of warm and tender emotions welled up in his heart.

That was a father's unique pride and satisfaction, a moving experience of watching his bloodline continue.

Lin Lang held his son, who was not yet a month old, as if he were a precious treasure, and even slowed down his breathing, afraid of disturbing this rare moment of warmth.

Pan Xiaoting couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks and sit on the edge of the bed to enjoy her lovingly prepared breakfast.

She first picked up a piece of stir-fried chicken with monkey head mushroom and put it in her mouth. The tender chicken and the fresh aroma of monkey head mushroom spread on her tongue. She couldn't help but squint her eyes and exclaim, "Delicious!"

Then, she picked up a piece of the cold dish placed next to her with her chopsticks. The crisp and tender texture with a refreshing aftertaste instantly piqued her curiosity.

She looked up at Lin Lang and asked in surprise, "Honey, what kind of cold dish is this? I've never had it before, and it's quite delicious!"

Lin Lang's gaze remained fixed on his beloved son. Hearing this, he didn't even look up, but replied with a smile, "That's called prickly ash sprout, it's a kind of wild vegetable from Northeast China. It tastes amazing when it's cold, doesn't it?"

Pan Xiaoting scooped up another spoonful of matsutake mushroom and ginseng chicken soup and put it in her mouth. The warm soup slid down her throat, feeling incredibly comforting.

She looked at Lin Lang with a sweet smile, her voice full of joy: "Honey, you made all of these for me yourself?"

"Yes." Lin Lang's voice was incredibly gentle. He shifted his gaze from his son's satisfied little face to meet Pan Xiaoting's eyes, which were full of doting affection.

Pan Xiaoting was delighted to hear this, and picked up another golden, soft, and glutinous pan-fried potato dumpling, taking a bite.

The crispy exterior and tender interior, combined with a subtle salt and pepper flavor, made her squint her eyes with delight.

Pan Xiaoting swallowed the food in her mouth and exclaimed with satisfaction, "My goodness, this is so delicious!"

"With the loving breakfasts my husband makes, I feel like my postpartum period has become an incredibly happy time!"