After returning home, Zhou Jue's usual habit was to watch cartoons or read books.

But as soon as he entered the house, he sat on the sofa, holding a pillow in his arms and staring blankly.

He seemed to understand something.

I sat next to him, holding the little person in my arms.

He, who never cried easily, quickly turned red around his eyes, and his pea-sized eyeballs began to roll down uncontrollably.

"Mom, I'm not Dad's biological child, am I?"

I pursed my lips, not knowing how to explain, and finally had to look at Zhou Zhi, who was cutting fruit in the kitchen, with a pleading look.

Zhou Zhi quickly came out of the kitchen, with his usual calm and composed expression on his face.

He picked up a piece of fruit and handed it to Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu shook his head, silently indicating that he didn't want to eat.

Zhou Zhi put the fruit back in the plate and calmly said, "That person just now is indeed your biological father."

I was stunned. I didn't expect him to tell the child directly.

Xiaoyu, who was leaning against me, immediately burst into tears like a downpour, but he was interrupted by Zhou Zhi's next words.

"I am also your father. Although we don't have a blood relationship, you were raised by me and your mother together."

Zhou Zhi turned his palms upward and made a gesture of holding, and his usually cold eyebrows and eyes became exceptionally gentle and soft.

"When you were born, you were so small. It was the first time I became a father, and I made a lot of preparations in advance, but when I held you in my arms, I realized that I still had a lot to prepare."

"Every day after you were born, I kept thinking that I must raise you well because you are my baby."

"Xiaoyu, regardless of whether we have a blood relationship or not, you are my baby."

Xiaoyu wiped away his tears with his small hand, and his reddish face showed a hint of shyness.

He hesitated for a moment and climbed down from my lap, rushing into Zhou Zhi's spacious and gentle embrace.

He whispered in his ear, "Dad, I love you."

Zhou Zhi kissed his cheek and replied in a deep and gentle voice, "Dad loves you too, Xiaoyu will always be Dad's baby."

I breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that he knows how to comfort a child.

What surprised me even more was that Xiaoyu was stronger than I had imagined.

"Dad."

Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head from Zhou Zhi's embrace, blinked his big eyes, and added seriously, "Mom is also your baby."

Zhou Zhi was slightly taken aback, subconsciously looked at me, and then nodded at Xiaoyu.

"Yes, your mother is also my baby."

My face inexplicably became warm, and I was deeply moved.

After marrying Zhou Zhi, my initial impression was that he was a rigid doctor who focused on his work and didn't understand emotions.

But as we spent more time together, I discovered that his heart was actually very gentle.

Zhou Zhi was very frugal when it came to his own living expenses. Before we got married, he told me that he didn't have much savings.

He explained that as a doctor, he often encountered patients who couldn't afford medical treatment.

So he secretly donated one-third of his salary to those poor patients every month.

Zhou Zhi respected my thoughts. He said that I would be in charge of his salary card and allocate all his income.

I didn't accept it because, firstly, we were just in a marriage of convenience, and secondly, what he did was a good deed, and I should support him.

When I was pregnant with Xiaoyu, Zhou Zhi would accompany me to every prenatal check-up, and he would communicate with the doctors in detail about how to adjust my diet, rest, and exercise.

During childbirth, I had fecal incontinence, which was incredibly embarrassing, but Zhou Zhi never wrinkled his brow because of the smell. He not only stayed with me throughout the process but also calmly instructed me on how to exertthe right amount of force during labor.

After Xiaoyu was born, Zhou Zhi took care of me meticulously. He would wake up in the middle of the night to help with diaper changes and feedings, even though he had to work the next day.

He would patiently sing lullabies to Xiaoyu until he fell asleep, and he would read bedtime stories to him every night.

Zhou Zhi's love for Xiaoyu was evident in every action, and Xiaoyu had grown up surrounded by that love.

Now, as I looked at the scene of Zhou Zhi and Xiaoyu embracing each other, I couldn't help but feel grateful.

Grateful that Zhou Zhi was not only a good husband but also a loving father.

I walked over and joined the embrace, creating a warm and loving family moment.

In that moment, I realized that family wasn't just about blood ties; it was about love, care, and the bonds we formed with each other.

And in our family, love knew no boundaries.

We were connected not only by blood but also by the love that flowed between us.

As we stood there, holding each other tightly, I knew that no matter what challenges or revelations came our way, we would face them together, as a family.