My baby is two and a half years old. Daddy, hurry up and make some milk!

Since Lu Chenyue was injured and hospitalized, Le Bao, who has always been mischievous, has unlocked a brand new persona in her life—the Lu family's most filial and capable little daughter.

The little guy seemed to have shed his childish spoiled and playful nature overnight, and his mind was filled with thoughts of his father in the hospital bed.

The chubby boy who used to love sleeping in, acting spoiled, and chasing after his older and younger brothers in playful antics now has an unusually regular schedule.

I opened my eyes just as dawn was breaking, and the first thing I did while rubbing my sleepy eyes was to grab my phone and ask my mom and dad if it hurt.

If no one strongly objects, she can stay by the bedside in the VIP ward from dawn till dusk, never leaving her side.

Bringing water and paper, tidying the blankets, keeping an eye on the IV drip bottle—even if Lu Chenyue raises his hand to scratch his head, the little guy will immediately scrunch up his face, solemnly hold down his hand, and adopt the demeanor of a patriarch, telling him not to move around.

Shen Wanning felt both heartened and exasperated looking at her daughter's overly stubborn and filial behavior.

In order to allow her five-year-old to attend school normally and get proper rest, she has been resorting to corporal punishment almost every day these days.

Every night, it takes several attempts to get the little fat boy home from the hospital.

Each time, Shen Wanning would take a stick she had picked up from the garden, put on a stern face, and use both soft and hard tactics to barely manage to chase Le Bao back.

Before leaving each time, Le Bao would cling to the bed railing, her eyes red and reluctant to part, giving countless instructions and urging, fearing that her father would be left unattended and suffer any hardship after she returned home and went to school.

Sure enough, as soon as the school bell rang, Le Bao, carrying a bulging cartoon backpack (to prevent the chubby boy from doing anything like stealing children again, Shen Wanning forcibly changed her backpack to a normal one), strode out of the school gate with her short, chubby legs.

Her little schoolbag swayed behind her, her skirt fluttered in the wind, she got in the car, closed the door, and drove straight to the hospital without even waiting for her brother.

Panting heavily, the little guy rushed up to the VIP floor of the inpatient department. Before he could even catch his breath, he pushed open the ward door.

The ward was bathed in warm sunlight, with a faint smell of disinfectant mixed with a rich and mellow aroma of flowers and meat.

Xiang Jiahui was holding a thermos and ladling soup.

She got up early today and personally simmered the pig's feet soup over low heat for three hours. The soup was milky white and rich, the meat was tender and fell off the bone, and the steam rose up, filling the entire ward with a rich aroma of meat.

"Shen Yue, Mom specially made you some pig's feet soup. There's an old saying that you can treat the same thing as it's meant to. Since you broke your leg, drinking more of this will help your bones heal faster and you'll be able to get out of bed and walk sooner."

Lu Chenyue leaned against the headboard, his left leg firmly propped up on a raised pillow, the thick medical brace securing his injured leg, rendering him unable to move.

His arm injury had not fully healed, and he could only move it slightly. Looking at his mother-in-law's caring and busy appearance, his eyes were filled with a gentle smile, and he thanked her softly.

He has recovered quite well these past few days, no longer as pale and weak as he was right after surgery. However, after being bedridden for so long, there is a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Just then, a small figure rushed to the bedside.

"Grandma! Let me do it!"

Le Bao hadn't even had time to take off her schoolbag; the shoulder straps were slumped crookedly on her shoulders, her hair was slightly disheveled, and her little face was flushed from running.

She nimbly lunged forward, her little hand reaching straight for the scalding hot soup bowl, her eyes sparkling with eager anticipation.

"I'm home from school! I can take care of Dad, Grandma. You've worked so hard, go and rest! I'll feed Dad soup today!"

The little guy was very enthusiastic, showing a dutiful and responsible attitude, as if he couldn't wait to take up the post.

"It's hot! Don't touch it!"

Shen Wanning had just finished washing the fruit in the bathroom when she caught a glimpse of this dangerous scene out of the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly stepped forward, reaching out to firmly stop Le Bao's little hand from hitting the bowl.

She gently pressed down on the little one's restless paws with a mixture of helplessness and affection, pinching her soft cheek with her fingertips:

"The soup is very hot right out of the pot. What if you get burned? Stand still and don't move around."

When her filial piety was interrupted, Le Bao's face fell instantly. Her round mouth pouted, and her cheeks puffed out, making her look like an angry little dumpling.

She tilted her little face up, retorting seriously with a firm tone, her voice carrying an air of unquestionable earnestness:

"Hmph! Mom, you're wrong!"

"I am my father's daughter, and it is my duty as a daughter to take care of my father!"

With her small hands behind her back, she straightened her small body, her eyes incredibly firm, and solemnly continued to express her stance:

"I'll have to take care of my dad in his old age and see him off when he passes away!"

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Upon hearing this, Lu Chenyue, who was leaning against the hospital bed, froze on his face with a smile and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at his daughter's tragic and preemptive expression, silently and furiously criticizing her in his mind:

Daughter, your father is only in his early thirties, young and strong, in the prime of his life. He just broke his leg. There's no need to put arrangements for his old age and funeral so early. It's really too far ahead of his time.

Shen Wanning was speechless after being confronted with her daughter's earnest words. She found it both funny and heartwarming, and sighed helplessly.

The two people, one older and one younger, started arguing quietly by the hospital bedside over who should own a bowl of pig's feet soup.

Le Bao wouldn't budge an inch, insisting that she was the best person to take care of her father, her attitude incredibly stubborn; Shen Wanning couldn't persuade the little one who was full of filial piety, but she really didn't dare let her touch the scalding hot soup bowl.

After several rounds of back-and-forth arguments, the mother and daughter finally compromised and reached a perfect solution.

Shen Wanning held the soup bowl steadily in mid-air to prevent it from being too hot to handle, spill, or burn the bed and the child, while Le Bao held a small spoon and was fully responsible for feeding the child.

Thus, the seeds of the problem were quietly sown.

Le Bao was granted exclusive feeding rights, and his eyes instantly crinkled with pride. He puffed out his little chest, looking every bit the solemn person who felt he had a heavy responsibility to fulfill.

She picked up a small ceramic soup spoon and carefully scooped up a full spoonful of milky white pig's feet soup.

Perhaps she was eager to show that she was capable and sensible, or perhaps she felt that the soup was still hot and would burn her father's mouth.

Le Bao brought a spoonful of soup to his little mouth, puffed out his round cheeks, and blew on it several times earnestly and forcefully.

A tiny gust of air, carrying the child's saliva, falls unreservedly into the milky white soup spoon, where it blends perfectly with the warm broth.

After cooling it down, Le Bao's eyes lit up instantly, brimming with a sense of accomplishment. She looked up at the man on the bed, her eyes both obedient and expectant, and eagerly held the spoon to Lu Chenyue's lips:

"Dad! It's not hot anymore! You can drink it now! I've cooled it down!"

Lu Chenyue: "..."

Shen Wanning: "..."

The two locked eyes, and an eerie silence instantly descended upon the air.

Shen Wanning suppressed the laughter surging in her throat, clenched her teeth to hold it in, her shoulders trembling slightly as she tried to maintain a calm facade, pretending that she hadn't seen anything.

Lu Chenyue, looking at the soup that was brought to his lips and mixed with his daughter's special "seasoning", twitched slightly. He froze on the headboard, caught in a dilemma.

Looking into his daughter's eyes, which were full of pure expectation and a desire for praise, he couldn't bear to disappoint her burning and sincere filial piety.

With no other choice, he could only lower his head slightly, grit his teeth, open his mouth, and slowly swallow the spoonful of "special" pig's feet soup.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls...

Le Bao is full of energy and becomes more and more skilled at feeding. He strictly follows his own exclusive process for each spoonful: first scoop the soup, then blow on it to cool it down, and finally feed it to Le Bao with great anticipation.

She was meticulous and focused throughout, completely unaware of her father's gradually stiffening expression and increasingly stagnant gaze.

After being fed several mouthfuls of the special soup, Lu Chenyue finally couldn't take it anymore.

He coughed softly, trying to maintain a gentle, fatherly smile, and spoke in a soft, tactful tone, attempting to end this unusual feeding:

"Um... sweetie, actually Daddy can move this hand, it won't affect drinking the soup, Daddy can do it himself, you don't need to go through the trouble of feeding him."

He was really afraid he wouldn't be able to handle drinking any more.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, Le Bao rejected him without hesitation and with unwavering resolve.

The chubby boy frowned, his thin eyebrows furrowed, his little hands steadily holding the spoon, and he looked at him with a serious expression:

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

"Dad, your leg and hand are injured, you're a patient! Patients need to be taken care of and can't move around on their own! I'm your daughter, I must take good care of you!"

She spoke with righteous indignation and reason, leaving Lu Chenyue no room for rebuttal.

Helpless, Lu Chenyue could only turn his head and frantically send glances to Shen Wanning, who was trying not to laugh.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze filled with a plea for help: Wife! Control her!

However, Shen Wanning merely raised an eyebrow slightly, shrugged lightly at him, and spread her hands, her eyes full of playful helplessness.

That look clearly conveyed one message: I can't do anything about it. Once this girl gets stubborn, not even ten oxen could pull her back. Good luck to you.

Lu Chenyue's heart instantly calmed down, and he completely gave up struggling.

Oh well, she's my own precious daughter, I have to spoil her even if it hurts.

In the time that followed, Le Bao was dutiful and hardworking, feeding him spoonful after spoonful with patience and care.

Two large bowls of rich pig's trotter soup were all drunk by Lu Chenyue thanks to the little guy's tireless efforts.

Excessive intake of soups and broths is a basic physiological law that the human body cannot defy.

Not long after, Lu Chenyue's lower abdomen swelled slightly, and an unbearable sense of urgency slowly crept over him.

At first, he could barely hold back, thinking that he should wait until Shen Wanning was by his side before taking any action to avoid embarrassment.

Unfortunately, Shen Wanning received a call from the nurses asking her to go to the nurses' station to check the follow-up dressing times and examination forms. After giving them a few instructions, she turned and left the ward.

For a moment, the quiet VIP ward was left with only Lu Chenyue lying in bed and Le Bao sitting on the sofa.

In the enclosed space, the awkwardness level instantly reached its peak.

The sense of physical urgency grew stronger and stronger, surging up in layers.

Lu Chenyue frowned with suppressed anger, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself.

Just bear with it, just two more minutes, and my wife will be back soon.

But physiological instincts ultimately cannot prevail; the torment of just two minutes felt like two centuries.

The feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger, almost to the point of breaking through the bottom line.

Lu Chenyue gritted his teeth and weighed the pros and cons.

Can't wait any longer.

His injured leg cannot bear weight, but he should be able to move to the bathroom slowly by tiptoeing on one foot and using the wall for leverage.

With his mind made up, Lu Chenyue carefully moved his body, preparing to slowly get up by supporting himself on the headboard.

He had barely lifted his upper body slightly, and before he could exert any force, the little dumpling on the sofa suddenly sprang up as if it had a radar installed.

Le Bao dropped the crayons in her hand, her short legs quickly pushed off the ground, and in the blink of an eye, she rushed to the bedside. Her chubby little hands firmly pressed on Lu Chenyue's shoulders, and her strength was not to be underestimated. She directly pushed the man who had just gotten up back to the head of the bed.

"Dad! What are you doing!"

The little guy looked up, his brows furrowed, his round eyes filled with seriousness and tension, and his tone carried a hint of sternness:

"The doctor said you can't move around! You can't get out of bed! You need to lie still and behave! No naughtiness!"

Lu Chenyue leaned heavily back against the soft headboard, his movements abruptly halted.

He looked at his daughter's serious, vigilant expression, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"Dad's fine, he just moved a little, it's nothing."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Le Bao refused to back down at all, pressing his little hands firmly against him, determined to stand firm and defend to the very end.

Forced to endure the strong obstruction from his own bodyguard, Lu Chenyue had no choice but to remain patient once again.

He closed his eyes and sighed silently in his heart: Okay, I'll endure it a little longer.

Those few minutes felt like an eternity.

The urgency in my body has reached its peak; if I continue to endure it, I will most likely lose control on the spot.

Lu Chenyue could no longer hold back. He gritted his teeth and, ignoring the objections, braced himself against the edge of the bed to get up.

"Oh dear, Dad!"

Seeing that he had repeatedly failed to correct his ways, Le Bao became anxious. Her little face turned bright red, she put her hands on her hips, stood by the bed with her cheeks puffed out, and spoke in a tone full of reproach, both cute and fierce.

"I told you not to move around! Why are you so disobedient? Wounded people should rest! If you keep this up, I'm really going to get angry!"

As she spoke, she reached out again and firmly pressed down on Lu Chenyue, who was trying to get up, diligently and responsibly fulfilling her duty of care.

Lu Chenyue looked at the chubby boy in front of him, who was puffing up with anger and looking disappointed. He was both amused and embarrassed, and his ears burned slightly.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma and on the verge of collapse, the ward door was finally gently pushed open.

After finishing her business, Shen Wanning slowly walked back.

Lu Chenyue seemed to have seen a savior in an instant. His dark eyes lit up with a glimmer of light. He quickly looked up and frantically winked at Shen Wanning. His eyes were urgent and cryptic. He glanced quickly in the direction of the bathroom and then looked back at her.

His eyes were direct and urgent, filled with cries for help, urging me to save him, saying it was too late if I waited any longer.

Shen Wanning immediately understood the embarrassment and plea in his eyes.

She suppressed a smile, quickly stepped forward, and reached out to support Lu Chenyue's arm.

Seeing this, Le Bao immediately reached out her little hand to stop him, still adhering to the principle of not allowing her father to move around.

"Le Bao, don't stop him."

Shen Wanning spoke up promptly, gently but helplessly interrupting her:

"Your dad needs to go to the bathroom, you can go out and play by yourself."

Le Bao blinked her big, round eyes, immediately withdrew her little hand that had been blocking him, and the reproach on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an understanding and considerate expression, her tone tinged with self-reproach:

"Oh! So Daddy needs to pee!"

"Dad, why didn't you say so sooner! If you had, I wouldn't have pressed you!"

Lu Chenyue: "..."

His cheeks instantly turned bright red, and a feeling of heat spread from his ears to his entire face. He was so embarrassed that he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

How could he possibly bring up such a private and embarrassing little thing with his five-year-old daughter?

Before he could feel embarrassed, Le Bao had already come over to him in a very considerate and sensible way.

The little guy bent down slightly, his fluffy head resting directly under Lu Chenyue's palm, and looked up at him with utmost seriousness and tenderness, saying:

"Come on, Dad! Put your hands on my head! I may be small, but I'm super steady! I'll support you and make sure you don't fall!"

His eagerness to volunteer and his dedication to filial piety were both sincere and endearing, yet also incredibly awkward.

Lu Chenyue looked down at the fluffy, soft little head in front of him, and saw his daughter's earnest expression, full of wanting to take care of him. His heart was filled with warmth and tears.

He turned his head again, pleading with his wife with his last look, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Shen Wanning could no longer hold back and chuckled softly, then helplessly spoke up to defuse the situation:

"Okay, sweetie, go play with your drawing over there. Mommy's fine here."

"If this continues, your father really won't be able to hold on any longer."

After saying that, she steadily helped Lu Chenyue up, carefully protecting his injured leg, and slowly moved towards the bathroom.

Le Bao was worried and followed closely behind the two of them, taking small steps all the way to the bathroom door. Clinging to the doorframe, she refused to leave, her sweet little voice dutifully broadcasting her concern in real time:

"Dad! Take your time! Be careful! Do you need me to come in and help? Call me if anything happens! I'll stay right at the door!"

A clear, soft child's voice pierced through the bathroom door and floated clearly into the bathroom.

Upon hearing this, Lu Chenyue, who had just regained his footing, swayed slightly and almost stumbled and fell on the spot.

He raised his hand to his forehead in exasperation, his heart filled with mixed emotions:

Sometimes, a daughter being too considerate and filial isn't necessarily a good thing.