In the nursery, Shang Yu leaned over to tuck the little blanket around the cub and stroked his tender cheek with his bent forefinger, his voice deep and rich as he spoke: "You should grow up." Between the lines, growing up means weaning. The man curved his thin lips and, as he turned, the milk-drunk baby suddenly kicked the blanket, mumbling two monosyllabic words, "Da...ddy..." Shang Yu’s back stiffened, and he abruptly halted. He glanced back, looking at the cub struggling to sit up in the cradle, his Adam’s apple moving continuously, then he walked back. The baby was awake, his long eyelashes fluttering, reaching out his chubby little hands towards Shang Yu, "Da...ddy..." He could only say one word at a time, yet it was more melodious than any adult’s pronunciation. Shang Yu tightly pursed his thin lips, crouching beside the cradle, and his broad palm slipped under his armpit, cradling him back into his arms, softly asking: "What did you call me?" The cub nestled against his shoulder, smelling of milk and soft, opening his little hand with a plop, slapping it beside the man’s handsome face, "Da..." This year, August 10th was the first birthday of the cub Shang Yin. Li Qiao and Shang Yu took him back to Parma ahead of time, the birthday feast would be held at the old home in Parma. Shang Zonghai specially ordered people to prepare more than 20 items for the cub to choose from. Parma didn’t have this custom, but for the sake of a lively atmosphere, everyone enthusiastically offered suggestions. Finally, the items for the selection grew from more than twenty to over sixty. Among them was a living being, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, acting as an item, Shang Lu. "Nephew, look at me, look at me, little uncle is here." "Yi Bao, take whatever you want, whatever you like the most." "Little Wenzan, go for it." At that time, Luoyu kicked Zhui Feng on the side, nodding towards a certain item far away, "Did you put that there?" Zhui Feng raised his head proudly and nodded, "How about it, isn’t it particularly creative!" Luoyu glanced at him wordlessly, "Are you nuts? Placing a peach wood sword, do you want little Wenzan to become a Taoist priest to catch ghosts in the future?" Zhui Feng stomped his foot angrily, "Don’t talk nonsense, that sword was blessed at a temple, costing me a million, it’s for warding off evil and ensuring safety." On the other side, Wei Ang at the back of the crowd perplexedly looked at the two golden Desert Eagles on the floor, swallowing, "Those... were put by the Eldest Young Master and Madam?" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on N()velFire.net Old Xiao nodded with a smile, "Don’t worry, I’ve checked, there’re no bullets inside." Wei Ang silently raised a thumb, the Eldest Young Master and Madam were really something. The one-year-old cub could already stand and walk steadily, wearing a beige onesie with tiger ears on the back, he pursed his little mouth, with a calm expression, looking fiercely cute. At that moment, Li Qiao leaned against the table corner beside her, gestured at the items on the ground, "Go ahead and pick." The cub looked up at her, his bright black eyes glanced at Shang Yu next to him. The man’s thin lips slightly curved, he lowered his eyelids, and the little cub began to move forward. Li Qiao raised an eyebrow and exchanged a look with Shang Yu beside her, a trace of helplessness and amusement flowed in her eyes. The little cub seemed like he was father-obsessed. Seconds later, the cub picked up the first item. According to the custom, the first item picked can predict the future; the number of items picked wasn’t strictly limited. So, when the little cub picked up the golden Desert Eagle, the bustling Tianchen Residence fell silent. The weight of the pistol was still somewhat heavy for him, the little cub cradled it in his arms, slowly maneuvering around the items on the ground, to Shang Yu, though he couldn’t drag the Desert Eagle, he spoke in a sweet voice, "Daddy, yours." Shang Yu raised an eyebrow, looking in his hand, indeed it was his Desert Eagle. Li Qiao felt a bit sour. Then, the little cub turned and walked back, picking up the second Desert Eagle, handing it to Li Qiao, "Mommy, yours." Li Qiao squinted her eyes at the little cub, how did he distinguish whose the two identical guns belonged to? Her eyes sparked slightly, and she pointed at the Copper Coin on the floor to test him, "Whose is that?" The little cub walked over to pick it up, then pointed with his little hand, "Uncle Yun." "Holy moly—" Many stared wide-eyed, "Does little Wenzan have photographic memory?" More than sixty items placed on the ground by different people, and he remembered them all? At that moment, Shang Zonghai, who was sitting in the Taishi Chair, slowly stood up and walked to the cub, said kindly, "Wenzan, go bring grandpa’s item over." The cub didn’t find it bothersome, he walked to the farthest part of the carpet, crouched and made a gesture to lift the expensive agate mortar, but it was too heavy, he poked at the mortar, frowned slightly, speaking in a sweet voice, "Grandpa, heavy." "Hahaha." Shang Zonghai laughed heartily, squatting in front of the cub, his gaze slightly intense, "Wenzan, tell grandpa which one you like the most among all these items?" The cub’s big eyes swept over the ground, blinking, he pointed. Everyone followed his finger, it was a Black Hawk Ring. Three minutes later, the cub returned to Li Qiao and Shang Yu with five items in his arms. The five items were: a car key, a Black Hawk Ring, a scalpel, a Jade Pendant, and a small chip. The objects chosen by the cub were all placed by Shang Yu and Li Qiao, each symbolizing their identities and accomplishments in different fields. When Shang Yin was one and a half years old, Li Qiao had thoughts of having a second child. But after discussing with Shang Yu several times, the man clearly wasn’t planning for that. On this day, Li Qiao specially asked Luoyu to take the little cub to the Li family villa, making the spacious mansion’s living room exceptionally quiet. At eight in the evening, Shang Yu returned home; he didn’t see Li Qiao’s figure when he entered and after asking Liuyun, found out that she hadn’t come downstairs since returning home in the evening. The man’s thick eyebrow furrowed, striding toward the stairs, and instructed Liuyun to call the doctor. If Li Qiao wasn’t feeling unwell, she certainly wouldn’t stay upstairs for so long. Shang Yu came to the master bedroom, hastily pushed open the door, the dim view faintly outlining the slight rise and fall of the bed. The man approached, placing his warm palm on Li Qiao’s forehead, his voice strained, "Qiaoqiao?" Li Qiao responded, pulling his hand towards her embrace, "Why did it take you so long to come back?" "Why didn’t you tell me if you were uncomfortable?" Shang Yu’s mind was solely focused on Li Qiao’s health, leaning close to her face, patiently soothing, "The doctor is coming right away." Li Qiao said nothing, sneaking a kiss on the back of his hand. The man’s Adam’s apple moved, he lowered his head, sucking on her earlobe, "Where are you uncomfortable, huh?" Li Qiao still kept silent, her slender arm slipped out from under the blanket, wrapping around the man’s shoulder, tilting her head to kiss his thin lips. No matter how much time passed, Shang Yu never had any resistance to Li Qiao’s initiative. He pressed down on Li Qiao following the momentum, cupping her face, taking charge. The overcoat for warmth fell to the floor, Li Qiao’s soft little hand slipped into the man’s collar, "Tonight, the cub isn’t home." Actually, even when the little cub was home, it did not hinder their affection. The child was very well-behaved and sensible, learning to sleep independently after his first birthday. At this moment, Shang Yu pressed her hand on his chest, murmured softly, "No second child for now, obey." "Mm, alright." Li Qiao tilted her head, sucking on his Adam’s apple, proposing softly, "Then you take measures, there’s some in the drawer." Anyway... she poked holes in all of them, not afraid of getting pregnant.