He reached out to gently touch his son's serene sleeping face, brushing his son's soft cheek, but afraid of waking him, he retracted his hand.
Su Qingyue watched his actions, noticed his gaze upon their son—indulgent and filled with a genuine fatherly love. She knew he truly cherished Ye'er.
This was something no other man could ever give Ye'er.
Perhaps this is the allure of blood being thicker than water.
While on her way back to the capital, she had learned from a Pigeon Messaging sent by a subordinate that Chang Haotian, for nearly a month, had been extraordinarily doting on Ye'er, granting every request.
But today, seeing Ye'er interact with Chang Haotian, Ye'er was respectful yet distant, unlike his unrestrained and sincere bond with Xiao Yuchuan.
"Dear, what are you thinking about?" Xiao Yuchuan asked in a low voice.
"Nothing, let's sleep." She flicked her fingers, and a stream of Zhenqi extinguished the burning candlelight, plunging the room into darkness.
