MSFLC Ch1

Late summer edging into early autumn, the weather had begun to cool. The sky was overcast, clouds hanging low, a faint chill carried on the wind.

Song Qinian glanced out the window, then added another layer of clothing to the child.

“Ah—mm—”

The little one in the cradle had just been woken up. Eyes still closed, he mumbled incoherently, not sure what he was even calling out. His chubby, fair cheeks were tinged pink, and a mess of small curls stuck up in every direction.

“Alright, Daddy knows,” Song Qinian said gently.

He skillfully changed the diaper, smoothed the baby’s soft newborn hair a couple of times, then carefully lifted him up and carried him to wash up.

A warm towel brushed softly across his face.

Lu Zhishi became more awake, opening his bright, dark eyes hazily to stare at the handsome man in front of him. Without thinking, he opened his mouth and blew a little drool bubble.

“Da…”

Song Qinian chuckled, rolling the towel to gently wipe his mouth. “What a little chatterbox.”

After washing up, he carried the baby out, applied baby powder and lotion, then laid him on the bed on his tummy for a bit before going to change his own clothes.

Lu Zhishi struggled to lift his head, wobbling and trembling, making nonstop “ah” sounds as drool soaked his neck.

Amused, Song Qinian patted his little bottom, picked him up, and carried him out of the bedroom.

After only a few steps, they reached the children’s room next door.

Song Qinian freed one hand and knocked lightly.
“Sweetie, are you awake?”

Lu Zhishi also turned his head toward the door and waved his hand blindly.
“Heh-heh, da-ya…”

The room belonged to his older brother, five years older than him, another little curly-haired cub.

“Daddy, I’m up!”

The door opened. A child’s voice, soft and milky. The curly-haired little boy peeked out, face still damp as if he’d just washed up.

Lu Zhishi stretched out his chubby hand and grabbed at Song Qinian’s arm.

“Ah…” Brother.

Song Qinian patted his soft little back, signaling him to wait.

Then he took Lu Zhiyu’s hand into the children’s room, helped him get dressed, added a jacket, and only then carried both children downstairs.

The family didn’t like having strangers living in the house, so there was no nanny. Song Qinian prepared breakfast himself every day.

He made a bottle of milk for Lu Zhishi to hold and drink, served the prepared breakfast to Lu Zhiyu, then went to the balcony to answer a phone call.

Half-reclined in his little bed, Lu Zhishi drank milk absentmindedly, sneaking glances toward his dad while he was on the phone.

He wasn’t really listening to the conversation.
He was just listening to his dad’s voice.

Familiar, yet unfamiliar.

Before, everything had been hazy and muddled. Babies slept a lot and were awake only briefly. Lu Zhishi had mistaken it all for a dream, fragmented memories, exhaustion even in sleep. He’d even thought, This dream is pretty tiring.

It wasn’t until he was almost three months old, awake more often, that he realized—

This didn’t seem to be a dream at all.

Coming back to himself, he sucked at the bottle a couple of times, then spaced out again.

This was reincarnation.

Not the trendy transmigration he’d assumed.

Lu Zhishi was certain.

—Because from the moment he was born, he’d had some awareness. It was just always foggy, making him think it was a dream.

When the realization finally hit him some time ago, he couldn’t help crying.

He had just ranked among the top students, received an acceptance letter from a prestigious domestic university. He hadn’t even had time to savor it before waking up reincarnated.

Twelve years of hard study—gone in one sleep.

Anyone would cry.

After grieving, Lu Zhishi quietly observed his new family.

Two dads.

One older brother.

Four grandparents.

The family seemed very well-off, harmonious, and clearly loved him dearly.

Lu Zhishi felt both happy and uneasy.

Happy to have found a family that loved him.
Uneasy because he feared he wouldn’t be likable.

In his previous life, he came from a broken home. His parents divorced when he was young. His father gained custody but didn’t care for him, leaving him alone in the countryside.

He had few friends growing up. Both parents remarried, and there was no place for him in their new families.

Looking back on the past eighteen years, it felt like he’d always been alone.

A warm, soft little hand brushed his forehead.

Lu Zhishi snapped back to reality, instinctively sucking on his bottle, kicking his chubby feet, pretending to be well-behaved.

Lu Zhiyu smiled, touched the bottle, it was still warm.

He bent down and kissed his little brother’s chubby cheek.
“Drink your milk properly.”

“Da-mm…”

Lu Zhishi reached out and grabbed his hand clumsily, lifting his chubby face into a wide, toothless grin.

Seeing his pink gums, Lu Zhiyu’s heart melted.

Sneaking a glance at Song Qinian, who was still on the phone, he whispered,
“Daddy hasn’t come back yet. Drink quickly—don’t let him catch you.”

Song Qinian had already noticed.

He’d even told Lu Ting’an.

One forgot to drink milk because he was distracted.

The other forgot to eat because he was watching his brother.

Both got scolded later.

After packing up, Song Qinian buckled them into their car seats, went next door, and returned holding another child by the hand, settling him into a seat as well.

Lu Zhishi knew him, the neighbor’s older brother.

The two families were close. Their parents were childhood friends who’d grown up together. Now the kids were similar in age, so they often went to school together, whoever was free helped with pick-ups.

Lu Zhiyu and Lu Zhishi both resembled their other dad, Lu Ting’an.

But their eyes and hair took after their eldest dad, Song Qinian, smiling peach-blossom eyes and softly curled hair.

The neighbor boy, Chi Chen, had single eyelids, deep-set features, eyes dark as ink, long lashes, a straight nose, thin lips. Quiet and steady, he looked cool and mature—like a reliable big brother.

Lu Zhishi remembered this brother holding him once, silently staring at him for a long time.

They were very close. Lu Zhishi saw his face clearly and then heard him murmur, almost absentmindedly—

“Round… and chubby…”

Round and chubby…

He called him chubby.

Even knowing the baby couldn’t see clearly, those shiny black eyes stared straight at him—it was impossible not to notice.

Chi Chen looked away, reached into his backpack, and took out a clean, pretty rabbit doll, placing it in Lu Zhishi’s arms.

“Ya—ah!”

Lu Zhishi froze, then lit up. For me? Thank you!

Though he was mentally eighteen, perhaps because he’d never really had things as a child, he cherished many things deeply.

The chubby baby hugged the rabbit and giggled. Lu Zhiyu dug into his pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped his brother’s drool.

Afterward, he turned to Chi Chen.

“So the rabbit was for my brother? You wouldn’t say before.”

Chi Chen nodded.

“Yeah. Bought it on the way.”

Lu Zhiyu didn’t believe him, he clearly picked it carefully.

As they chatted, Lu Zhishi played with the rabbit while listening. Song Qinian drove, occasionally smiling in the rearview mirror.

At the private kindergarten gate, parents crowded around, sending children off.

Song Qinian got out, cradled the chubby baby protectively, and walked the two kids inside.

Handing them to the teacher, the two little ones lifted their chubby faces, waving goodbye, saying “Bye Daddy” and “Bye Uncle” in milky voices.

Adorable.

Song Qinian crouched, lifted Lu Zhishi’s chubby hand and waved it.
“Say goodbye to your brothers.”

“Ah-da-da~”

Bye-bye~

The chubby little milk bun grinned, drool all over his face.

Lu Zhiyu hugged Daddy, kissed his brother’s cheek, then went into kindergarten with Chi Chen.

Song Qinian watched them go, then wiped the baby’s mouth—and his own face and neck—with the handkerchief.

After politely chatting with a few parents, he returned to the car.

“Alright. Brothers are at school. We’re heading out too.”

Lu Zhishi lay in his car seat, one chubby foot propped up on the side, hugging his rabbit, tugging and chewing on his pacifier, wondering where Daddy was taking him.

To get vaccinated.

“Waaah—!”

Two shots—one in his arm, one in his chubby leg.

The little chubby can clung to Song Qinian’s chest, eyes tightly shut, crying hard. Tear-streaked cheeks, tiny hands gripping his suit shirt.

“You did so well,” Song Qinian said, laughing yet heartbroken, holding him close and gently coaxing.

“Good baby…”

The crying human cub buried his entire face into Daddy’s chest, sobbing between gasps—clearly embarrassed but unable to stop.

Song Qinian stroked his head soothingly.

Since they were already there, he took him for a full check-up.

After crying so much, Lu Zhishi had no energy. He sucked on his pacifier while the doctor examined him, flipping him over and poking here and there. His lashes clumped together, damp.

Song Qinian smiled but still frowned slightly.

“Doctor Ren…”

The young doctor put away the stethoscope and waved a hand.

“He’s fine. Just unhappy. He’ll be okay soon.”

Song Qinian paused, then laughed. He dressed the little chubby can, lifted him into his arms, rubbed his head.

“It’s Daddy’s fault. Daddy didn’t tell you about the shots.”

“Mm…”

Better not tell him in advance. Short pain is better than long pain, his pain sensitivity was already higher than normal. Becoming a baby only doubled it.

Hearing the baby whimper, Song Qinian murmured gently,

“Don’t cry. We’re leaving now.”

Outside the hospital, Lu Zhishi peeked out from his chest, wide dark eyes scanning around curiously—even though he couldn’t really see anything.

As if his chin had eyes, Song Qinian noticed his curiosity. He stopped and carried him closer to some greenery.

“This is sweet osmanthus. It hasn’t bloomed yet,” he said, gently stroking the round head.

“If you like it, we’ll plant some at home.”

Lu Zhishi looked for a bit, then tucked his head back, rubbing against Daddy’s chest.

“Pff~”

I’m done looking. Daddy should go to work.

Seeing he truly wasn’t interested anymore, Song Qinian got into the car and headed to the company.

Nearly three-month-old babies slept a lot. After crying, the little one grew drowsy quickly. Once asleep, Song Qinian laid him gently on the large bed in the lounge.

Curled on his side, the baby kicked his chubby feet unconsciously, hugging the rabbit tighter.

Plump and round, like a little cashew.

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