Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Warmbao, What Are You Looking At?

On the day of Yu Nuannuan’s one-month celebration, the Yu family specially held a banquet at home, inviting friends and relatives over for a meal.

Now that Yu Nuannuan was a month old, she was spending much more time awake each day. By the time the guests arrived, she happened to be awake.

At first, Yu Nuannuan was quite happy about this. Meeting more people meant she could learn more about her surroundings.

But after being passed around from one person to another, her cheeks pinched and squeezed by everyone, Yu Nuannuan quickly became unhappy.

As a baby with the soul of an adult, Yu Nuannuan had no fondness for these so-called loving caresses.

But what could a baby do to resist? Of course—cry!

From the moment she was born, Yu Nuannuan had been especially well-behaved. If she wasn’t hungry, wet, or uncomfortable, she wouldn’t make a sound. So when she suddenly burst into loud wails, the whole Yu family was startled.

Chen Qiaoqin, especially, didn’t care what anyone else thought. She immediately snatched Yu Nuannuan back into her arms, gently soothing her, “Nuannuan! Nuannuan! What’s wrong, sweetheart? Don’t cry, don’t cry, Mommy’s here!”

Back in Chen Qiaoqin’s arms, Yu Nuannuan pouted and stopped crying right away.

Even though she’d only been pretending to cry, her eyes were still wet.

Her eyes, washed with tears, were bright and shining, making Chen Qiaoqin’s heart melt.

“Did Nuannuan miss Mommy? Mommy’s here! Don’t be scared!”

Hearing this, Yu Nuannuan gave Chen Qiaoqin a toothless grin.

Everyone around saw it and burst out laughing. “No wonder they say daughters are their mother’s little sweethearts! Look at her, so tiny and already so attached to her mom!”

After Yu Nuannuan’s little outburst, no one tried to pick her up again. Instead, they just came over to take a look and shower her with compliments.

The house bustled with activity for a while, and then it was time to eat. Once everyone went out for the meal, Yu Nuannuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They say three women make a drama—just imagine how lively it was with six or seven women in the room!

Chen Qiaoqin didn’t go out to eat; her meal was brought in by Yu Hai.

Yu Hai set the food on the table and said to Chen Qiaoqin, “Qiaoqin, you eat first. I’ll hold Nuannuan.”

Chen Qiaoqin didn’t refuse. “Just be gentle, and don’t let your stubbly beard poke our daughter and make her cry again.”

Yu Hai, reminded of his past mistake, chuckled awkwardly. “How could I? Look at my face, it’s clean! Not a single whisker left!”

Yu Hai wasn’t very old, but he liked to keep some stubble, claiming it made him look more manly.

The rest of the Yu family scoffed at this, but no one really said anything—after all, it was his face, and it didn’t bother anyone else.

But ever since Yu Hai had rubbed his stubbly face against Yu Nuannuan’s soft little cheeks and made her cry, he knew that if he didn’t shave, he could forget about holding her.

Lying in Yu Hai’s arms, Yu Nuannuan looked at his clean-shaven chin and gave a satisfied smile.

Yu Hai was only twenty-two this year. If he’d lived in the era she came from, he’d definitely be a heartthrob. But he himself thought his looks weren’t manly enough and insisted on growing a full beard.

Heaven knows how crushed Yu Nuannuan had felt the first time she saw his face covered in stubble.

Otherwise, how could a soul in her twenties end up bawling just because of a little beard prickling?

Wasn’t it all just to see a handsome face?!

It wasn’t easy for her!

Yu Hai lowered his head and met Yu Nuannuan’s bright, shining eyes. “Nuannuan, what are you looking at?”"

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