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

As Shen Wanning helped Lu Chenyue into the bathroom, her shoulders trembled slightly from holding it in.

She's usually a fairly emotionally stable person, but she always finds herself laughing at her daughter's "filial piety," which makes her feel like she's holding back her laughter.

Behind them, at the doorway, Le Bao's little head was craning against the doorframe, his big, dark eyes staring intently at the door, as if trying to see through it to the inside.

The little guy showed no intention of avoiding the situation, dutifully guarding his post and looking after his injured father, fearing that something might happen to him.

Lu Chenyue leaned against the sink with one hand, his face flushed and his ears burning hot.

Having lived for over thirty years and led the enormous Lu Group, he was adept at negotiating with powerful figures and making decisive moves in the business world. He could handle any storm with ease, but at this moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by his own five-year-old daughter, and was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

"Le Bao, go away."

Lu Chenyue's voice carried an undisguised stiffness and unnaturalness, deliberately made low and serious, trying to use the authority of an old father to intimidate the little guy.

To everyone's surprise, the chubby boy at the door didn't move an inch. Instead, he frowned seriously and retorted confidently:

"Why are you walking away, Dad? The teacher said we should finish what we start, and I need to protect you! Your legs aren't very strong right now, what if you fall? I have to watch over you!"

The child's innocent voice was incredibly earnest, every word and phrase expressing heartfelt filial piety, yet it precisely struck at all of Lu Chenyue's social fatal flaws.

Shen Wanning, who was supporting him, finally couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. Afraid of hurting the man's pride, she quickly pursed her lips, her shoulders trembling even more violently.

Lu Chenyue turned his head and glared at her, his eyes full of helpless accusation: Laugh, you're still laughing, don't you want to see more trouble?

Shen Wanning immediately suppressed her smile, pretended to look up at the ceiling with a serious expression, and acted as if she hadn't heard or seen anything, appearing indifferent to the world.

For Lu Chenyue, those few minutes felt like an eternity of torture.

After finally getting everything settled, Shen Wanning carefully helped him slowly move back to the hospital bed and lay down. She had just covered him with a thin blanket and hadn't even straightened up when Le Bao rushed over.

The chubby boy put his hands behind his back, tiptoed to the bedside, and carefully looked Lu Chenyue up and down. His eyes were as sharp as a professional security inspector, not missing a single detail.

After confirming that her father was lying still and not moving the wound, Le Bao nodded in satisfaction.

He let out a sigh of relief like a little adult, his tone carrying a strong sense of education:

"Dad, look, isn't it troublesome to move around so much? From now on, you must be a good boy and stay in bed to rest!"

Lu Chenyue lay on the bed, watching his daughter's serious expression as she scolded him, and nodded weakly in obedience.

Okay, he's obedient. He's never been this obedient in his life.

He had never listened to his father like this before.

Le Bao moved a small round stool and placed it straight next to the hospital bed. He sat down with his legs together, his back straight, and his hands neatly placed on his knees. His posture was even better than when he was in class.

Her gaze was intense, fixed on Lu Chenyue without blinking. Her eyes were focused and serious, just like a dedicated and responsible personal caregiver who would never slack off.

As soon as Lu Chenyue twitched his fingertips, Le Bao's eyes would immediately sweep over him sharply; as soon as he turned his head slightly to change his sleeping position, Le Bao would immediately lean forward, ready to get up and stop him at any time.

Given his posture, let alone getting out of bed, he would have to think twice before even quietly turning over.

Shen Wanning leaned back on the sofa, leisurely scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing at the bizarre way the father and daughter interacted, finding it increasingly amusing.

After a brief silence and stalemate, Lu Chenyue, feeling somewhat bored lying down, couldn't resist reaching for his phone on the bedside table.

He had barely raised his arm half an inch, before it even touched the edge of his phone, when Le Bao next to him suddenly jumped up from his stool like a little robot whose alarm had been triggered.

The little girl with short legs rushed to the bedside, her chubby little hands precisely pressing down on his wrist with just the right amount of force, effectively locking him in place.

"Don't move!"

Le Bao's brows were furrowed, his little face extremely serious, and his childish voice carried an undeniable authority:

"The doctor said that Dad has an arm injury and can't move it around too much or look at his phone for too long, otherwise it will make him nearsighted! You need to take good care of your injury and not play around!"

Lu Chenyue: "..."

Why don't you mention that playing on your phone will make you nearsighted? So this problem only applies to me?

He just wanted to check work-related messages, that's all. How did it escalate to the point of him hurting his eyes and delaying his recovery by playing around?

"I'll just take a look, it's no problem."

Lu Chenyue tried to negotiate gently, lowering his stance and pleading with his caregiver.

"No! Not even a single glance!"

Le Bao refused without hesitation, his attitude was firm, and there was no room for negotiation whatsoever.

She held Lu Chenyue's wrist firmly, and thoughtfully grabbed the phone from the bedside table and tossed it far away onto the sofa, completely extinguishing his hopes.

Having done all this, she sat back down on the small stool, continuing to keep a close watch, and began to speak in a serious tone:

"Dad, your job now is to rest well and heal your wound as soon as possible. My job now is to supervise you in completing your tasks!"

Lu Chenyue stared at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.

He finally understood: this wasn't a sweet little girl, but a little devil sent by heaven to tame him.

Feeling utterly bored, Lu Chenyue had no choice but to obediently close his eyes and prepare to take a short nap.

But he had only closed his eyes for two minutes when he heard a rustling sound.

He lifted his eyelids in confusion and saw Le Bao tilting her head, staring intently at his face, her little eyes scanning back and forth, as if she were studying some rare specimen.

"What's wrong?" Lu Chenyue asked softly.

Le Bao blinked her big eyes and spoke earnestly:

"Dad, let me see if you're secretly frowning. Frowning makes you feel bad, and when you're in a bad mood, your wound heals slower. I want to keep an eye on you and make sure you're happy!"

Lu Chenyue was speechless for a moment.

In all his life, this was the first time he had ever known that recovering from an injury required maintaining facial expression control.

He dared not move or make any expression, and could only lie stiffly, even his breathing was deliberately quiet, for fear that his daughter would find some new control measures.

Shen Wanning, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh. She secretly took out her phone and snapped a picture of the scene.

In the photo, the powerful CEO Lu lies obediently, his eyes filled with helplessness and gentleness, while the little dumpling next to him sits upright with a serious look in his eyes. It's a classic scene of one thing subduing another, cute and funny.

Just as the atmosphere in the ward was both well-behaved and funny, Le Bao suddenly seemed to have a flash of inspiration, and his eyes lit up.

She ran to the bedside table, pulled out a large bottle of children's lotion from her schoolbag, unscrewed the cap, and a faint fruity and milky scent wafted out.

"dad!"

Le Bao, clutching the lotion, approached the hospital bedside, her little face full of enthusiasm.

"You've been lying here for so long, your body must be so dry. Let me wipe you down and put on some lotion! I've done this for my little brother at home before, I'm super good at it!"

As she spoke, she reached out, making a gesture as if to lift the thin blanket covering Lu Chenyue.

Lu Chenyue's pupils suddenly contracted, his whole body stiffened, and he quickly reached out and pressed down hard on the corner of the blanket.

"Wait, Le Bao, no need, no need."

He spoke faster, and his ears turned slightly red.

Le Bao's grip tightened, her round eyes filled with confusion, her little brows furrowing in disbelief.

"Why not use it? Grandma said that applying moisturizer will prevent the skin from itching, and the skin around the wound needs to be well protected."

She was unwilling to give up, and her little hands still tried to squeeze into the gaps in the blanket.

"Really, you don't need to."

Lu Chenyue gripped the blanket tighter, shrinking back slightly, his tone tinged with a hint of awkward insistence.

"Dad can manage by himself; Mom can help him later."

"But Mom has other things to do! I can help you!"

Le Bao pouted, looking aggrieved after being rejected.

"Does Dad dislike me? He was so well-behaved when I wiped Lu Ziguan's face!"

The chubby boy lowered his eyelids, his mouth drooped, and he looked like he was about to burst into tears.

Lu Chenyue was immediately at a loss, torn between protecting the blanket and coaxing the fussy little girl.

"It's not that I dislike you, it's just..."

He didn't know how to explain the taboo between men and women to a five-year-old, and he got stuck halfway through his sentence.

Shen Wanning found it amusing and finally got up and walked over, taking the bottle of lotion from Le Bao's hand.

"Sweetie, Dad appreciates your filial piety. Mom can take care of wiping your body."

Shen Wanning gently patted Le Bao's head, soothingly speaking in a soft voice.

"You can wipe Dad's face and the back of his hands; this is your job."

Hearing that he still had tasks to complete, Le Bao's grievances subsided slightly, and he nodded reluctantly.

"Okay, then I'll wipe Dad's hands."

She took Lu Chenyue's uninjured hand, squeezed a little lotion into her palm, and carefully rubbed it in. Her small hand enveloped his large hand, and she gently applied and rubbed it back and forth.

While wiping, he kept muttering to himself:

"Dad, you have to take good care of your hands too, otherwise they'll get chapped and you won't be able to pinch my cheeks anymore."

Lu Chenyue breathed a sigh of relief, a thin layer of sweat quietly seeping out from his back. Just a moment ago, he was really afraid that his little girl would pull the blanket off.

Having narrowly escaped disaster, Lu Chenyue silently reflected that being overly filial can sometimes be a sweet burden.

After finally finishing the hand care, Le Bao's gaze fell on the injured leg covered in a cast.

She immediately pulled out her colorful watercolor pens from her bag, laid them out in a row on the bed, and instantly started creating.

"Dad, your plaster cast is too ugly. I'll draw it prettier for you!"

Before the words were even finished, the colored paintbrush had already landed on the white plaster.

Little rabbits, little flowers, little stars, crooked hearts, and a simple line drawing of a young family densely covered the entire plaster cast leg.

Le Bao was very enthusiastic about drawing, and became more and more excited as he drew, explaining carefully as he drew:

"This is me, this is my little brother, this is Mom, and this oldest one is Dad! We'll always be together! I'm going to draw lots of little flowers to bless Dad to get better soon!"

Lu Chenyue looked down at the colorful and numerous children's doodles covering his legs, and lay down completely in a Zen-like state.

Oh well, as long as the child is happy, I'll draw the whole leg.

Shen Wanning leaned back on the sofa, smiling as she took out her phone to record the whole thing.

After all that drawing, Le Bao's little hands were finally sore from exhaustion.

She put away her paintbrush, admiring her masterpiece with satisfaction. Then, as if remembering something of utmost importance, she turned and ran to the tea room, picking up her small thermos.

Inside was warm water that the family's maid had specially prepared for her that morning, and the temperature was just right.

Le Bao carefully and quickly walked back, carrying a heavy cup, and approached the bedside with a serious expression:

"Dad, you should drink some water! Drinking more water will help detoxify and heal your wound faster!"

Having learned from the previous lesson of having her own "special seasoning" for the soup, Lu Chenyue was smarter this time and made her insert a straw.

Le Bao also adopted a completely new feeding procedure. First, she would take a small sip herself to test the temperature, making sure it was just right—neither too hot nor too cold—before holding the cup to Lu Chenyue's lips.

Lu Chenyue's pupils trembled slightly as he watched her taste the food before feeding it to the baby.

It seems... a little better than before, but not much.

He was about to say that he could drink it himself when Le Bao scrunched up his little face and started force-feeding mode:

"Dad, you can't hit him! You're injured! I'll feed you!"

Having no other choice, Lu Chenyue had to obediently open his mouth.

After finishing his water, Le Bao put the cup away and began a new round of comprehensive inspection.

She bent down and carefully examined the back of Lu Chenyue's hand receiving the IV drip, touching the IV tube. Even though she couldn't understand it, she made a very convincing gesture.

She then climbed back into bed and reached out to check his forehead temperature to see if he had a fever.

The entire process was smooth and efficient, demonstrating a level of professionalism comparable to that of an intern nurse, which amazed Shen Wanning.

After the examination, Le Bao sat on the edge of the bed, propped her chin on her hand, and stared intently at Lu Chenyue for a long while before suddenly speaking softly.

"Daddy, does it hurt? If it hurts, tell me and I'll blow on it to make it feel better!"

The childish, soft voice instantly touched the softest spot in Lu Chenyue's heart.

All the pain from the previous fractures and injuries seemed to be healed at this moment.

All the frustration, helplessness, and resentment I felt just now vanished.

A gentle smile appeared in Lu Chenyue's eyes as he softly replied:

"It doesn't hurt anymore. With the baby taking care of me, it doesn't hurt at all."

Upon receiving her father's response, Le Bao instantly brightened up, her eyes crinkling into crescents. She leaned closer and gently blew several breaths of air onto the gauze wound on his arm, her gesture both tender and earnest.

After she finished playing the flute, she didn't forget to reach out and pat Lu Chenyue's head, gently coaxing him like an adult comforting a child:

"Be good and get well soon."

Shen Wanning, who stood by and watched the whole thing, never stopped smiling.

This isn't a daughter taking care of her father; it's clearly a little adult comforting a grown-up. It's so cute it melts your heart.