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

Chen Hao listened and couldn't help but laugh, his tone casual and slightly perfunctory, not wanting to explain further:

"It's nothing, I just figured it out by myself. I just study it more when I have free time, and I'll get the hang of it gradually."

"Just wild speculation?" Lin Caiwei clearly didn't believe her, her tone carrying a hint of rebuttal.

"You can come up with this level of skill just by thinking about it? The songs you sing and the melodies you write are better than those written by our company's professional songwriters."

The food you cook is even better than what a chef at a five-star hotel can make. How could you possibly achieve that by just guessing?

Chen Hao smiled, said nothing more, and simply gave a vague, perfunctory reply:

"Maybe it's just that... I'm more interested in it. When you're interested in something, you're willing to spend time researching it. The more you research, the more proficient you become, and the better you do it."

Lin Caiwei could tell that he didn't want to say more, didn't want to bring up his past, and didn't want to explain how he acquired these skills.

She knew in her heart that this man had too many secrets and too many things she didn't know, but she didn't ask any more questions.

After all, everyone has secrets they don't want to talk about, and she was no exception. She didn't have the courage to tell everything that happened four years ago.

Since he didn't want to tell her, she didn't ask. She believed that one day he would tell her on his own initiative.

"And what about you?" Chen Hao asked, changing the subject when she stopped pressing the issue, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"How did you get into singing? You sing so well, you must have loved singing since you were little."

Lin Caiwei thought for a moment, a faint smile appearing on her face, her tone softening considerably as she slowly began to tell her story:

"Yes, I've loved singing since I was little. When I was a child, I would hum a song while cooking, washing clothes, or doing my homework at home."

Back then, I felt that singing was an incredibly joyful thing; it allowed me to express all my emotions through song.

"Later, the school held a singing competition, and I mustered up the courage to sign up. To my surprise, I won first place! From then on, I became even more determined to sing." She paused, then continued...

"Later, I participated in a national singing competition and was discovered by my current company. I signed a contract and officially embarked on the path of singing."

It was really difficult at first. I had to practice singing every day until my voice was hoarse.

I also had to learn stage performance, often staying up all night to rehearse, and sometimes I had to endure unfair treatment, being questioned and rejected. There were several times when I thought about giving up.

"But I don't want to give up. I love singing, and I want to work hard to let more people hear my songs. I also want to earn more money so that I can give Sisi a better life in the future."

Lin Caiwei's voice carried a hint of determination, as well as a subtle trace of heartache.

"Slowly, we got through it, released a few hit songs, gained some fans, and our work became more and more successful, but also busier and busier, so we had less and less time to spend with Sisi."

Chen Hao listened quietly, occasionally interjecting with a question or two, asking her about her hardships back then, and whether she had encountered any particularly unforgettable events.

The two chatted quietly in the darkness, talking about singing, work, life, interesting little things, and the hardships they didn't know about.

Let's talk about those unforgettable moments, and the grievances and regrets hidden in our hearts.

They were engrossed in their conversation, keeping their voices very low, as if afraid of waking Sisi. Occasionally they would pause to listen to Sisi's breathing before continuing their chatter.

Before they knew it, time had passed. Lin Caiwei's voice gradually lowered, her tone became more and more tired, and her speech became intermittent. She was probably really exhausted and had become sleepy after talking for a long time.

Chen Hao noticed, so he stopped talking and lay quietly, listening to the even breathing on both sides.

On one side was Sisi's soft, sweet breathing, and on the other side was Lin Caiwei's gentle, soothing breathing.

The two breaths gradually blended together, like a gentle lullaby, soft and soothing, making one feel exceptionally at ease.

After a tense night, Chen Hao finally relaxed, looking at his sleeping wife and daughter beside him, his heart filled with happiness.

Before he knew it, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He slept very soundly and didn't have any dreams.

The next morning, before it was fully light, Chen Hao woke up on time. It was a habit he had developed over the years, so no matter how late he went to bed the night before, he would always wake up on time the next day.

He opened his eyes and first looked at Sisi beside him. The little one was still fast asleep, her face rosy.

Like a ripe apple, with fair and tender skin, long and curled eyelashes, she was especially cute. One of her little hands was tightly holding onto his clothes, as if afraid he would run away.

Looking at Lin Caiwei on the other side, she was sleeping on her side, half her face buried in the pillow, only a small part of her face showing.

Her long eyelashes cast soft shadows in the morning light. Her breathing was even and soothing, indicating a peaceful sleep. The fatigue and guilt from the previous night were gone from her face, replaced by a gentler expression that made her look exceptionally tender.

Looking at the mother and daughter sleeping soundly, Chen Hao felt a warmth in his heart, and a gentle smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

He carefully and slowly removed Sisi's little hand from his clothes, his movements as gentle as could be, for fear of disturbing her.

Then, he slowly propped himself up, carefully got out of bed, put on his slippers, and tried not to make a sound.

He walked quietly to the bedroom door, gently closed it, and let out a soft sigh of relief as he did so.

I'm still a little dazed. Everything last night felt like a dream, so unreal, yet so warm.

He went to the bathroom, quickly washed up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face, feeling much more refreshed.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes were full of fatigue, but even more so, a sense of happiness and responsibility.

He knew that from now on, he was no longer alone. He had someone to care about, someone to protect. He had to work hard and take good care of Lin Caiwei and Sisi, and give them a warm home.

After washing up, Chen Hao went to the kitchen.

Yesterday, Lin Caiwei praised his cooking skills, saying that his breakfasts were especially delicious. Today, he wanted to make something even more elaborate and continue to work hard so that the mother and daughter could enjoy their meal even more.

He opened the refrigerator and glanced at the ingredients inside. The refrigerator was full of good stuff, all of which had been specially prepared beforehand and were all fresh and high-quality ingredients.

There are still some top-grade Wagyu beef left, with a bright color and clear marbling;

There was also fresh Norwegian salmon, which had just been delivered. It was orange-red in color and had a particularly beautiful marbling. It looked very fresh.

There are also black truffles, foie gras, and a variety of fresh fruits and vegetables—a truly abundant selection, enough to make a luxurious breakfast.

After thinking for a while, Chen Hao decided to make a deluxe Japanese-Western fusion breakfast, which would combine the refinement of Japanese cuisine with the abundance of Western cuisine, so that both mother and daughter could eat what they liked.