After Lauren Shaw had finished feeding Shen Mu'an, Yancy Shaw gently took the baby from her arms and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

She pouted playfully. "Ugh, you're the worst! You wiped off all my lipstick!"

He pressed his lips together, gazing at her with unhidden affection. "Shengsheng, I love you."

These days he truly had no sense of shame whatsoever; sweet talk came as easily as breathing for him.

"I know you love me," Lauren Shaw replied with a soft smile. After giving birth, there was a new allure about her—one even she hadn't noticed.

Yancy Shaw's eyes darkened with passion…

Downstairs, more and more guests were arriving. As the Shen family’s little princess, of course today was a day for Mu'an to make a grand appearance.

About half an hour later, Yancy Shaw cradled Mu'an as he descended the stairs with Lauren Shaw holding his arm.

The three of them looked every bit the picture of happiness—a perfect, blissful family.

In the crowd, Lauren Shaw immediately spotted Nina Shaw. The two sisters sat together; though both were mothers now, they had recovered splendidly and hardly looked any different than before.

Xavier Quinn sat nearby, cradling Qiao Youxuan in his arms. Now ten months old, Youxuan was a chubby little champ.

Despite his round cheeks, his eyes resembled Xavier Quinn’s to a T.

Yancy Shaw took a seat next to Xavier Quinn, holding Mu'an, while Lauren Shaw and Nina Shaw sat across from them.

Watching these two usually refined, reserved men each holding their child—it painted a rather harmonious picture.

Though, one had to admit, it was a little comedic to witness.

Qiao Youxuan stared at Mu'an in Yancy Shaw's arms, drool dripping from his mouth, making everyone around burst into laughter.

Xavier Quinn looked a bit exasperated. Why did his own kid seem a bit less sharp? He was nothing like his father at all.

The Shaw family arrived fashionably late. The old madam, leaning on her cane, wore a beaming smile—especially when she looked at the two fair, plump babies. She was so delighted she couldn’t stop grinning.

Owen Shaw was carrying a child as well, with Shuyun Moore following at his side. Her gentle, graceful demeanor made others feel instantly at ease.

She glanced up at Owen Shaw, her eyes filled with tender affection—it was clear their relationship was very loving.

Fate works in mysterious ways. If two people are meant to be together, no matter how many twists and turns, they’ll find their way.

At Shen Mu'an’s hundred-day banquet, word had it that Mo Qinglin sent a mountain of gifts, but Yancy Shaw returned them all.

Lauren Shaw only heard about this from Mrs. Chen—she hadn’t known a thing.

When she asked Yancy Shaw about it, he snorted coldly. "Like I’d want anything from him."

He’d always been the jealous type, and ever since Mo Qinglin had tried to get close to Lauren Shaw before, Yancy Shaw couldn’t stand the man.

"Dr. Shen, you’re getting more and more petty these days," Lauren Shaw said with a helpless smile.

Unconcerned, Yancy Shaw pulled her into his embrace, his tone a bit possessive. "I am petty—but only when it comes to you."

She was his exception, his bottom line. He wouldn’t let anybody lay eyes on her—not anyone.

A year later.

The brand Lauren Shaw had founded was now the talk of the market—their sales had multiplied many times over.

With the launch date for a new collection drawing near, Lauren Shaw had spent almost every waking hour at her studio, determined to create something truly remarkable.

One evening, Yancy Shaw brought little Mu'an to the studio.

Mu'an ran to Lauren Shaw with open arms, her voice tender and cute. "Mommy, hug!"

She threw her arms around Lauren Shaw’s leg—at just over two years old, Mu'an was impossibly clingy when it came to her mother.

Lauren Shaw bent down to pick her up. The moment Mu'an acted spoiled, Lauren Shaw’s heart melted on the spot.

"An'an, did you miss Mommy?"

"I missed Mommy. Daddy missed Mommy too." For a little over two years old, Mu'an was surprisingly eloquent.

It was actually Yancy Shaw who had taught her that line at home. With Lauren Shaw so busy with work lately, she’d been neglecting both of them—and Yancy Shaw felt rather put out about it.

But he understood that Lauren Shaw had her own dreams; she was a bird meant to soar, and he could never clip her wings.

Lauren Shaw looked up at Yancy Shaw, a smile glimmering in her eyes. She planted a kiss on Mu'an’s chubby little cheek.

Yancy Shaw sidled up, coaxing, "Honey, I want a kiss too."

Lauren Shaw stared, speechless.

"Aren’t you a little old to be asking for kisses?"

"You can't just kiss An'an and not me."

Faced with this grown man acting all aggrieved, Lauren Shaw couldn’t help but laugh. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, but Yancy Shaw was dissatisfied—he covered Mu'an’s eyes and gave Lauren Shaw a real kiss, not stopping until he was thoroughly content.

Blushing and annoyed, Lauren Shaw lightly pummeled his chest with her fists. "An'an's right here—you’ll spoil her!"

"No, An'an didn’t see anything," Yancy Shaw replied, gazing at her with deep affection. If not for their daughter in the room, he’d have pushed Lauren Shaw onto the desk and kissed her silly right then and there.

But with their little third wheel around, he could only hold back.

"It’s getting late. Let’s go home," he murmured.

"Alright." Lauren Shaw tidied up, then shut the studio door behind her.

On their way home, the moonlight stretched their shadows across the ground. An'an ran ahead, giggling gleefully, while Yancy Shaw held Lauren Shaw's hand. The two of them looked at their daughter with unwavering love.

As the evening breeze danced around them, their happiness blossomed and grew…