He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

It's not the kind of beautified, distorted beauty, not the kind of beauty that makes eyes bigger, faces smaller, and skin whiter.

Instead, it captured her most essential beauty.

That kind of beauty is gentle yet serene, warm yet cool.

There was a light in her eyes, not the glaring light of a stage light, but a gentle, restrained light;

There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, not a loud laugh, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile;

She exudes a calm and elegant aura, a side of her that she rarely notices.

Chen Hao drew a picture of herself that she rarely saw in the mirror—

She is not a dazzling pop star on stage, nor a weary single mother in life, but a pure woman—beautiful, gentle, and genuine.

She looks serene and content in the painting, as if her heart is filled with beautiful things.

"this……"

Lin Caiwei opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She stared at the painting, blinking several times, as if she couldn't believe it was her.

She looked at the painting, then at Chen Hao, her eyes filled with shock.

"Chen Hao, you really... surprised me so much." She finally said it, her tone serious and without the slightest exaggeration.

"I never knew I was seen this way by others," she continued, her voice tinged with emotion and softness.

"I've always felt that... I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm not that good-looking."

But this painting... I look... very beautiful in it.

When she said "very beautiful," her voice was very soft, with a hint of embarrassment.

Chen Hao smiled, looked into her eyes, and said:

"That's just how you are."

These simple words sent a shiver down Lin Caiwei's spine.

She looked up at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao was also looking at her, his eyes clear and sincere, without any evasion or pretense.

Their eyes met, and the living room suddenly fell silent.

The only sounds were the occasional bird calls from outside the window, and the soft footsteps of Sisi looking at the painting, then at her mother, then at her father.

Lin Caiwei felt her face starting to burn again.

She quickly looked away and turned her gaze back to the painting.

"Can I keep this painting?" she asked softly.

"Of course," Chen Hao said, "it was originally drawn for you."

"Thank you," Lin Caiwei said, her voice even softer.

She looked at the painting for a long time, then suddenly seemed to remember something.

"By the way, does this painting... have a name?"

Chen Hao thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it 'Morning Light'."

"Chenguang..." Lin Caiwei murmured, repeating it over and over, nodding. "It's a very nice name."

Sisi then squeezed between the two, holding her father's hand with one hand and her mother's hand with the other, looking at the painting and then at them:

"Daddy's drawing is so good! Mommy is so beautiful! Shall we hang the painting up? In the living room!"

Chen Hao and Lin Caiwei exchanged a glance and both smiled.

"Okay," Chen Hao said, "we'll hang it up once the paint dries."

"How long will it take?" Sisi asked.

"Two or three days, I guess," Chen Hao said. "Oil paintings dry slowly."

"Oh..." Sisi was a little disappointed, but quickly cheered up again.

"Then hang it up once it's dry! Hang it in the most conspicuous place!"

Looking at her daughter's excited expression and then at the painting, Lin Caiwei felt a warm current welling up in her heart.

This afternoon, this seemingly ordinary weekend afternoon, became special because of these two paintings.

She had her first portrait painted by Chen Hao.

The woman in the painting is the way she likes to be.

She turned to look at Chen Hao and saw him packing up his art supplies, his movements practiced and composed.

This man is truly like a treasure; you never know what surprises he might bring you.

"Chen Hao," she suddenly spoke.

"Will you... still be able to draw for me in the future? Different looks, different expressions?"

Chen Hao looked up at her and smiled, "Of course. As long as you're willing to be a model."

"I do," Lin Caiwei said, her voice firm and without hesitation this time.

Sisi clapped her hands, "Great! Daddy will draw pictures for Mommy often from now on! And for Sisi too! Draw lots and lots of pictures!"

Chen Hao stood to the side, watching the mother and daughter talking with their heads close together, his heart softened and filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

He was packing up his brushes and paints when he suddenly remembered something and turned to speak:

"By the way, Caiwei, I've finished arranging those new songs I wrote for you before."

"If you have some free time now, would you like to listen to it?"

Lin Caiwei looked up, her eyes brightening noticeably: "All done?"

"Mm." Chen Hao nodded, his hands continuing their work.

"Ten songs, the arrangements are all done. They were all designed according to the characteristics of your voice, and I think they should suit you quite well."

Lin Caiwei's heart stirred.

Chen Hao had previously mentioned that he would write ten songs for her. Although she was looking forward to it, she did not expect the arrangement process to be completed so quickly.

This isn't something you can just hum a melody and call it a day. The arrangement is much more complex, involving instrument pairings, harmonic progressions, and rhythmic arrangements—you have to put thought into every aspect.

How long did it take him?

This efficiency is truly frightening.

"Okay," she replied immediately, her tone tinged with eagerness, "Can I listen now?"

"Sure," Chen Hao laughed. "Let's go to the recording studio. They have all the equipment, and the sound quality will be much better."

"I want to go too!" Sisi immediately raised her little hand and jumped up. "Sisi wants to hear the songs Daddy wrote too!"

Chen Hao and Lin Caiwei exchanged a glance and both smiled.

Chen Hao naturally extended his right hand, and Lin Caiwei paused for a moment before extending her left hand as well. The two of them held Sisi's small hands, one on each side.

"Let's go," Chen Hao said.

The family of three walked hand in hand toward the recording studio.

Sisi, sandwiched in the middle, held her father's hand with her left hand and her mother's hand with her right, so happy that she practically skipped as she walked, her little leather shoes making a cheerful clattering sound on the floor.

"Mom," Sisi turned around as she walked, excitedly sharing with Lin Caiwei, "Dad's recording studio has so many fun things!"

"Really?" Lin Caiwei asked, following her daughter's question, "What kind of fun things are there?"

"There's a guitar!" Sisi started counting on her fingers, one by one.

"There's a bass! There's a timpani! There's a guzheng! There's a keyboard! And... and that long one you blow with your mouth..."

"A flute?" Lin Caiwei guessed.

"No, no!" Sisi shook her head, her braids swaying. "It's that one, the curved one, the sparkly one..."

"A saxophone?" Chen Hao prompted from the side.

"Yes! A saxophone!" Sisi's eyes lit up, then she remembered, "And that... that one that makes a whirring sound when you pull it open..."

"Accordion," Chen Hao added.

"Yes, yes! Accordions!" Sisi got more and more excited as she spoke. "There are so many more! Lots and lots of them!"