Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1357 - 1395: Did You Tell Mommy That Daddy Misses Her?

Jun Moyan held the little one in one hand and took the baby’s new washbasin in the other, filling it with warm water.

Although the towel had already been disinfected, Jun Moyan, due to a psychological effect, washed the towel once more.

He refilled the basin with warm water, carried the baby, and brought the water back to the room.

Falling down on the bed with the baby, he soothed him while taking out the clothes that he would wear later, studied them for a while, and seriously learned the usage method of the diaper. After ensuring he could use it, he began the task.

Afraid he would catch a cold, he didn’t forget to increase the temperature of the air conditioner.

"An’an, let’s wash and smell nice." Jun Moyan carefully undressed the little one. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Without clothes, the baby looked even smaller, making Jun Moyan’s heart soften.

And the undressed little one was particularly excited, kicking his two little feet energetically, laughing as if immensely joyful.

"So happy, huh? Do you love water just like Mom?" Jun Moyan wrung the towel dry and gently wiped his body.

Wen Xiao’ai loved to play when bathing; she would soak in the tub until the water cooled before coming out. Bathing time involved either playing with bubbles or singing; often, Jun Moyan had to call her to come out.

"Did An’an see Mom before coming home?"

"Um... um..." The little one gnawed on his hand, gazing at Jun Moyan and responding earnestly.

"Isn’t Mom really beautiful?"

"Yes? An’an is also good-looking; An’an looks like Mom, just as beautiful."

"So did An’an tell Mom that Dad misses her? Did you say to Mom to come home early?"

"Yes?"

Jun Moyan chatted with the little one while wiping his body.

As a first-time father, Jun Moyan found dealing with the tiny arms and legs of the baby, putting on the diaper wasn’t as easy as expected.

After a lot of effort, he managed to put it on, sweating from the exertion.

Then came the clothes, something that left him, a grown man, thoroughly baffled—clumsy, afraid he might unwittingly hurt the baby.

Finally, he completed dressing him safely, exhaling with relief.

After tidying up a bit, Jun Moyan joined him on the bed.

Having slept for a long while, the baby’s energy was boundless, making sleep impossible now.

And Jun Moyan felt no desire for sleep, just accompanying the baby, even watching him chewing his hand and babbling alone made Jun Moyan chuckle foolishly.

The little one was fond of Jun Moyan, always staring at him until he smiled, responding to his voice, occasionally reaching to touch his face with his little hand.

At last, toward dawn, the baby fell asleep again, and Jun Moyan kissed his cheek, gently holding one little hand in his palm, taking the chance to catch up on sleep.

During this sleep, Jun Moyan wore a smile on his lips.

The sleep was deep, possibly because his heart felt alive, so his body functioned normally allowing for a proper sleep.

He was awakened by the baby’s randomly moving little hand.

Before opening his eyes, the baby’s endearing little voice could already be heard.

Opening his eyes, he saw the baby staring at the ceiling with big glassy eyes, babbling softly, not crying or being troublesome—so well-behaved.

"An’an," Jun Moyan propped himself up slightly, calling him with a smile.