“I’m not spoiling her.” Jing Yuan denies your accusation. Except he totally is. What was supposed to be a quick visit to Jing Yuan’s workplace turned into nap time for your daughter as she lazes in your husband’s lap. She looks like a pampered princess with Jing Yuan fanning her.

There are mountains of paperwork on his desk, but his eyes are fixated on his little girl.

“She’s just so cute,” he murmurs. He glances up at you, a lazy, teasing smile on his lips. “Should we have another one?”