As the timeline entered October, the weather finally turned a bit cooler, and the recording of the third season of “Baby Style” finally welcomed its last episode.

The final recording was quite relaxed, without any challenging tasks. Everyone just cooked, ate, and chatted together.

When discussing the changes in the babies throughout the show, other parents talked about how their children had developed self-care abilities and independence. When it came to Lin Qingye’s turn.

He paused slightly, lounging lazily in the rattan chair, looking toward Lin Huairan, who was playing not far away.

“Him?” Lin Qingye laughed and joked, “He’s always been quite independent. I suppose the difference is that through this show he’s managed to settle his lifelong affairs.”

Everyone burst into laughter and curiously asked, “Does Huairan still keep in touch with Chen Die’s daughter Lingbao?”

“Yes, they talk on the phone often.”

“Maybe you’ll become in-laws someday. Huairan is much more impressive than all of us. At such a young age, he’s already secured his future daughter-in-law for you.”

Huailing is truly real!!!

Ahhhh confirmed sequel!! I love these two babies so much!!!

They’re still in contact, haha, Wen Liang allows Lingbao to continue contacting Huaibao, who stole his daughter!

After all, when Lingbao cries, Wen Liang is helpless.

Hahaha Lin Qingye is being so smug about Wen Liang’s expression, I want to see how Lin Qingye would react if he had a daughter.

…

After dinner, everyone went to their respective interview rooms.

Lin Qingye hasn’t accepted many variety shows over the years. Shows like “Baby Style” that record an entire season are especially rare in recent years. Most of the time, he’s been making music, and the occasional shows he participates in are mainly promotional activities.

People have always been very curious about Lin Qingye’s past and life, but there’s little to explore. This time, the production team specially prepared several questions.

“Are you satisfied with your current life?” the host asked.

“Very satisfied.”

Host: “We noticed during filming that little Huairan and Zhiling have a particularly good relationship. What do you think about these two children’s future?”

“It’s too early to talk about that.” Lin Qingye smiled, “They’re not even five years old yet.”

“There’s another question everyone is curious about: are you considering having another child, a little princess? Netizens all say that with parents of your level of attractiveness, having just one child is too much of a waste.”

“That’s also up to nature. Ah Nan and I haven’t considered having more children yet, after all, pregnancy and childbirth aren’t easy things for a mother. But Huairan used to always want a little sister.” Lin Qingye curled his lips, “But now he already has his Sister Zhiling, so he doesn’t mention wanting a sister anymore.”

The host laughed: “Indeed, whether to have boys or girls is one family’s joy and another’s worry. Everyone was comparing your expression with President Wen’s when watching the show, and they’re especially curious about how you would react if you had a daughter in this situation.”

Because of Lin Huairan and Wen Zhiling’s relationship, Lin Qingye had recently been in contact with Wen Liang, and he was quite dismissive about this.

“Even if it were a daughter, there’s nothing to interfere with. No need. He’s too fussy.”

When the show aired, they even made this segment into a funny edit.

Combined with the earlier segment where Wen Liang “caught them in the act” and came in with a gloomy face holding Lin Huairan, with Lin Qingye’s interview comment “He’s too fussy” playing in the background.

The bullet comments were filled with “Hahahahaha.”

So funny! After little Zhiling dared to talk back to Wen Liang, now his future in-law is starting to mock him too!!!

Hahahaha I want to see Wen Liang’s reaction when he sees this clip!!

Lin Qingye is so! Smug!! I don’t believe he’ll have this attitude if he has a little princess of his own!!!

Second child! Second child! Second child! Second child!!!!

Ah Nan, listen to the voice of the people! I predict Lin Qingye will eat his words!

…

The host continued asking, “People describe you as ‘wandered half a lifetime, yet returned still a youth.’ You’ve indeed been through a lot in the past, becoming known by winning the Golden Melody Award with ‘Acacia,’ winning the champion trophy of ‘I Come for Music’ right after your debut, then leaving the industry and making a comeback. Have you thought about sharing your story with little Huairan in the future?”

Talking about this, Lin Qingye paused slightly, then lowered his eyes and smiled faintly: “I was reckless before, with a flamboyant personality, and did many controversial things, not just the ones fans know about. I made many mistakes in the past. Ah Nan knows all of these; she’s the only one who knows everything and still wanted to marry me and have a child with me. As for Huairan, if he asks about it in the future, I’ll tell him, but I probably won’t bring it up on my own. After all, they’re not good things.”

He spoke very casually, but that’s just how Lin Qingye has always been.

Soon, after a few more questions, the interview ended. On the other side, Xu Zhinan and Lin Huairan had also finished, and were waiting for him outside.

Mother and son were standing by the flower bed talking.

The sunlight poured down, illuminating both their profiles as if through a filter.

Little Huairan heard the sound and turned his head, his voice crisp: “Dad!”

Lin Qingye hugged the little Huairan who ran toward him, lifted him into his arms, bounced him up a bit, and asked: “What were you chatting about with mom?”

“About Sister Zhiling.”

Lin Qingye gave a light snort of laughter, pinched his face: “Why do you only talk about that little girl?”

“Sister Zhiling is pretty, Huairan likes her.”

Lin Qingye smiled, looking at his son’s eyes, clear and transparent, but with the curve of peach blossom eyes.

Little Huairan was indeed different from him when he was young, able to easily express his likes and dislikes. If he liked someone, he would be nice to them—simple childish thinking.

But back then, he viewed actively expressing liking as showing weakness, never knowing how to express liking or even what liking was.

In this aspect, Huairan was more like Xu Zhinan.

Lin Qingye used to think Xu Zhinan was quite foolish, willing to offer her whole heart when she liked someone, not afraid of being deceived.

“I heard there are many little boys in kindergarten who like your Sister Zhiling, who knows which one you are?” Lin Qingye teased him.

Lin Huairan pouted, refusing to back down: “Sister Zhiling likes me the most too.”

Lin Qingye curled his lips and asked: “What questions did the host sister just ask you?”

“She asked if I like dad more or mom more.”

This question is common to ask children.

Lin Qingye didn’t care which one of them was more important in Lin Huairan’s eyes, and even hoped that he would say he liked Xu Zhinan more.

After all, the hardships of ten months of pregnancy and childbirth were still vivid in his memory, and he didn’t want Xu Zhinan to feel hurt on this issue.

“What did you answer?”

“I like both.” Lin Huairan said, “But that sister wanted me to choose one I like more.”

“Hmm, so who did you choose?”

Little Huairan puffed his cheeks, sulking: “Because dad always talks about me and Sister Zhiling, Huaibao likes mom more.”

“Just look at you.” Lin Qingye snorted in laughter, equally sulking: “Anyway, dad likes mom more too.”

“…”

Xu Zhinan laughed and hit Lin Qingye’s arm, “How old are you two?”

“I’m almost five years old, dad is only three.” Little Huairan said.

Immediately after, he was put down on the ground by Lin Qingye, who then pressed his head and ruffled it wildly, making his little face turn red with the effort. Then he asked, “Mom, how did you answer?”

Xu Zhinan: “Answer what?”

Little Huairan: “When that sister asked you if you liked me more or dad more?”

“She didn’t ask mom that question.”

Lin Huairan insisted: “Then, mom, you answer it now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qingye pinched his ear: “Little brat, got a girlfriend and now trying to seek attention from your mom. Mom likes Dad more.”

“…”

Other parents all expressed to their children that they liked them the most, but in their family, it had turned into a competition for Xu Zhinan’s love.

Lin Huairan stomped his foot in frustration, but in the end, somehow lost the courage to win against his father. He walked quickly ahead, waving back: “Fine, fine, I’ll let you have mom’s first place, you stingy person. Anyway, I still have my Sister Zhiling.”

He ran far ahead. Xu Zhinan called out “slow down,” and only then did he slow his pace.

The sun was setting, stretching the shadows of the three people long and narrow.

The camera behind them captured this scene completely—

Fairy-tale love!!!!

Hahaha Huaibao is so cute!

Wuwuwu so sweet, and it’s family sweetness. Qing-Nan is forever real!!!

Number one son-jealous person Lin Qingye!!!

As an auntie who has been a fan of Lin Qingye since he won the Golden Melody Award at 18, I can see the changes in him over the years. He has achieved so much, and now I can see him becoming mature and cheerful. I’m really happy.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh I like Nan Nan so much, so gentle and beautiful and good!!!

…

In the evening, a light snow fell in the small village.

The children had a snowball fight outside, leaving everyone’s hair and clothes covered with bits of snow, a white blur.

When they returned, their little faces were frozen cold, yet they were all laughing and having a great time.

Xu Zhinan took off little Huairan’s gloves, which were soaked through with snow water, and his palms were also cold. The group of children sat by the fireplace to warm up.

After resting for a while, the director’s team came in.

At the same time, a white wall that had been ignored by everyone suddenly lit up with a projector.

Some of the younger children who had never seen this before clapped their hands and called out excitedly.

The director’s team said: “It’s our last night together, everyone. Let’s watch a movie in our little cabin. Children, choose one together that you want to watch.”

Everyone crowded around to choose.

The four sets of parents naturally didn’t mind what they watched, leaving it entirely up to the children.

The babies weren’t that interested in movies and started selecting cartoons and animated shows instead. After discussing for a while, the four of them decided on one that they had all seen before, which had over a hundred episodes, and they randomly picked one.

After recording the entire season off and on, the four babies had known each other for several months and were familiar with each other, no longer sticking to their parents’ sides like they did in the first episode.

Now the parents chatted together, while the babies watched and played on their own.

The parents hadn’t seen the cartoon projected on the wall, and since the children had randomly chosen an episode from the middle, they naturally couldn’t understand it. Their interest wasn’t on the screen.

But now outside was a quiet, snowy night, inside they were by the warm stove, all the children were here, laughter filling the air—it truly felt like a moment of peaceful bliss.

However, halfway through the cartoon, there suddenly appeared a scene where the protagonist was thrown into prison.

Animations often use exaggerated techniques. The protagonist’s mouth was practically stretched to the back of his head as he wailed loudly, tears flowing from his eye sockets like an unclosed faucet, crying funnily and ridiculously.

This made the children burst into laughter.

Lin Qingye only glanced at it before turning away. The others naturally knew about those past events but didn’t bring up the topic for ridicule, and quickly changed the subject.

After all, no matter how much time has passed or how indifferent one seems now, it must have been a huge trauma at the time. Everyone who had struggled in the entertainment industry for years understood this basic courtesy.

One cartoon episode was very short, and the children watched four episodes in total.

It was already quite late. Some girls who were used to sleeping early were yawning and about to fall asleep, no longer as excited and playful as before.

One of them suggested going back, and everyone got up.

They would stay here for one last night, and tomorrow morning would be the last day of recording for the third season of “Baby Style.” In the morning, after packing their luggage, they would go their separate ways.

The other three babies were already tired and were carried away by their parents. Only Lin Huairan still sat properly in front of the projection, unwilling to leave, watching with full concentration.

“Let’s go, Huairan,” Lin Qingye called him.

“Coming!” He stood up, his gaze still fixed on the screen.

Lin Qingye: “Haven’t you seen this episode before?”

“Yes, but this part is so good, I’ve already watched it several times,” Lin Huairan said.

A staff member nearby also smiled: “Let him finish watching, then. This episode only has a few minutes left.”

Lin Qingye thanked the staff member and then said: “Huairan, thank the uncle.”

His gaze finally moved away from the screen. He obediently said “Thank you, uncle,” and then turned back to continue watching.

Xu Zhinan had gone to the bathroom first. By the time little Huairan finished watching, she still hadn’t returned, so father and son stood at the door waiting.

Lin Qingye leaned against the wall, watching Huairan squat on the ground playing with snow. He laughed and asked: “Everyone else is tired, how come you’re still so energetic?”

Lin Huairan said: “Because that part just now was especially exciting, I’m not tired at all.”

“Why was it exciting?”

Lin Huairan began to explain in detail the story synopsis of the previous few episodes, with many unfamiliar names coming out all at once. Lin Qingye didn’t quite understand the complex fighting relationships.

But little Huairan spoke with such excitement that Lin Qingye didn’t dampen his enthusiasm, occasionally responding to show he was listening.

But he suddenly remembered what the host had asked during the afternoon interview—Have you thought about sharing your story with little Huairan in the future?

Lin Qingye lowered his eyes to look at little Huairan, paused, and asked softly: “Wasn’t that person arrested by the police?”

“Yes, but he wasn’t arrested for doing anything particularly bad, and once he’s served his punishment, it’s all good. He should be given another chance,” Lin Huairan said. “I’ve seen the next few episodes too. In the end, he becomes very, very, very powerful!”

Lin Qingye looked at him and finally lowered his head with a soft laugh, feeling a sense of release.

Early the next morning, everyone prepared to leave.

The camera captured their silhouettes one by one as they pulled their suitcases away.

The third season of “Baby Style” beautifully concluded.

After the show’s recording ended, life returned to normal. Little Huairan also had to go to kindergarten every week and couldn’t be as carefree as before.

This kindergarten was originally chosen by Lin Guancheng, a bilingual international school, the standard “can’t lose at the starting line” kindergarten.

Lin Guancheng was preparing to raise his precious grandson as a future heir, and although he did spoil him, he had very high requirements for his studies. Lin Qingye and Xu Zhinan, on the contrary, didn’t have particularly high demands, only requiring that he not be completely ignorant, with specific grades being irrelevant.

Unfortunately, little Huairan probably still took after Lin Qingye in terms of academics—always casual, not fond of studying, wanting to play after studying for just a while.

Although little Huairan didn’t spend much time on homework, his English listening and speaking skills and math calculations in kindergarten tests were quite good, but he was always at the bottom in reading and composition.

So his overall grades remained at a middle level.

However, a grandfather always sees his grandson’s strengths, so he nicely claimed that Huairan excelled in science and foreign languages, and was extremely intelligent—if he just put in the time, first place would be no problem at all, and excelling in science and foreign languages would make it even easier for him to take over his position in the future.

On Sunday night, the last episode of “Baby Style” aired.

Little Huairan had school the next morning and had already been sent to bed.

The television in the master bedroom was on, showing the last episode.

They had participated in the entire recording, so Lin Qingye didn’t watch carefully, just listening to the sound. He sat with his head lowered by the headboard, with a piece of paper on his lap, casually noting down a few small melodies.

Until the program reached the end, showing the scene of them leaving, Lin Qingye thought it was about to end when the scene jumped to their separate interviews in the interview room.

After the interviews with several parents ended, finally came the babies, with Lin Huairan being the last one.

Lin Qingye heard his voice, put down his pen, and looked up, and by this time Xu Zhinan had also finished her shower and come out: “Huaibao’s interview?”

“Mm.”

Xu Zhinan was quite curious: “It’s his first solo interview, I wonder how he answered.”

Lin Qingye was quite relaxed: “Would your son have any trouble handling this kind of situation?”

The first few questions he answered quite well.

There weren’t any difficult questions, mostly about who he was closest to in the show, and to satisfy the audience’s curiosity, they also asked many questions about sister Zhiling.

Lin Huairan answered truthfully, making a batch of relationship-shipping fans smile fondly.

For the last question—

The host asked: “Huaibao, do you like dad more or mom more?”

“I like them the same,” he said.

“If you had to choose one?”

“I don’t know.”

Children speak their minds without filters. The host smiled and coaxed him to make a choice: “The other three little friends all made choices, can’t Huaibao choose?”

Little Huairan was silent for a moment, thought about it: “I can’t choose. If I don’t like dad and mom the same, one of them will be disappointed and unhappy. If I like my mom, I also like my dad the same. Huaibao doesn’t want either of them to be unhappy, so I will treat dad and mom fairly.”

In the end, little Huairan still insisted on liking dad and mom the same.

Keeping the balance perfectly even.

Xu Zhinan thought about the father-son banter during their interview and laughed: “See, Huairan is more sensible than you.”

Lin Qingye also laughed: “I thought it was our father and son doting on you at home, turns out it’s you mother and son doting on me.”

As the kindergarten’s winter vacation approached, Yancheng was covered with a thick layer of snow.

The streets were already filled with a strong New Year atmosphere, with red lanterns hung high, people coming and going, everyone wearing cotton-padded jackets, down jackets, or scarves and hats of various colors. From a distance, the winter day seemed unusually colorful and lively.

[Lin Qingye: Have you picked up Huairan?]

[Ah Nan: Just arrived at his classroom, will take a taxi to dad’s place in a bit.]

[Lin Qingye: Don’t take a taxi. There must be a lot of things to bring back for the winter vacation. Don’t carry them yourself, I’ll come pick you up.]

[Ah Nan: Okay, we’ll wait for you. I’ll chat with Huaibao’s teacher for a while.]

Lin Qingye put down his phone and drove from the company to the kindergarten.

The New Year atmosphere was even stronger at the kindergarten.

Looking in, small red lanterns and flags were hanging, with colorful crayon drawings by the children on both sides of the display window. The children were all bundled up tightly, like little balls, “launching” out from the school gate.

Because the tuition at this kindergarten was especially expensive, most who chose this kindergarten were powerful officials or celebrities. Lin Qingye wore a hat and didn’t attract much attention when he entered.

Because it was almost winter vacation and the New Year, many parents came together today.

Families of three laughing and talking, quite lively.

But as Lin Qingye walked in alone, he somehow felt a bit lonely.

Indeed, once you’ve gotten used to being in a lively crowd, it’s not easy to accept the life you were once accustomed to.

Walking up to the floor where Lin Huairan’s class was located, just as he stepped on the last stair, he heard the little one’s voice: “Dad!”

He ran over and threw himself into Lin Qingye’s arms, completely dispelling the sense of loneliness that had just gathered around him.

He said again: “Go quickly, go quickly, mom is talking to my teacher.”

Lin Qingye immediately understood: “Didn’t do well on the test again?”

“Fell asleep during the exam, didn’t write the last question.”

Lin Qingye gave a knock on his head but didn’t say much, walking toward the classroom. Xu Zhinan had just finished chatting with the teacher and was holding a report card.

“Huaibao, you’re too unfocused, falling asleep during an exam,” Xu Zhinan scolded, but still gently.

Lin Huairan obediently listened to the scolding without arguing back.

Xu Zhinan didn’t nag any further, just reminded him to be more focused in the future, and then moved on. She also put the report card from the teacher into her bag.

The three of them walked out together.

With winter vacation starting, little Huairan was in an especially good mood, jumping and skipping ahead the whole way.

Lin Qingye and Xu Zhinan followed behind.

Lin Qingye didn’t care how well Huairan performed academically. After all, he wasn’t great when he was young either, so he had no right to demand that his son be at the top of the class.

But he didn’t expect Xu Zhinan to say much about it either.

“I find you’re way too indulgent with Huairan,” Lin Qingye said.

“Hmm?” Xu Zhinan turned her head. “What’s wrong?”

“Back in university, you even made study notes for me to memorize before exams, but when Huairan falls asleep during an exam, you don’t scold him?”

“I did scold him, didn’t I?”

Lin Qingye laughed: “What weight does that one sentence of yours carry?”

He lifted his chin, gesturing toward Lin Huairan playing happily in front: “Does he look like he’s been scolded at all?”

“…”

Indeed, he didn’t.

Who made Huaibao Lin Qingye’s child, also inheriting this aspect of his personality?

After a pause, he suddenly smiled and asked: “So, do you like Huaibao more or me more?”

This was the question the host had asked Huaibao during the show recording.

Xu Zhinan looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh: “Why are you asking this question now?”

“Just asking.”

“How old are you? Even Huaibao said he likes dad and mom the same, you’re not as sensible as he is.”

Lin Qingye didn’t answer, just squeezed her hand hard.

Xu Zhinan struggled a bit, rotated her wrist, and interlocked their fingers. She looked up at Lin Huairan skipping ahead, her eyes filled with a smile.

Just when Lin Qingye thought she wouldn’t answer this question, she spoke softly: “I love you very much, and I also love Huairan very much, but I love Huairan so much also because of you. He’s like you in many ways. Sometimes I even feel like I’m raising a little Lin Qingye.”

He laughed: “Don’t take advantage of your Qingye brother.”

Xu Zhinan pinched him and continued: “So I want to raise him well with you.”

“Actually, with my previous personality, I would have hoped for my future child to be academically excellent, preferably with one or two interests or talents, to be a good child and good student in every sense. After all, I grew up in such an environment myself.”

Xu Zhinan smiled, “But because he’s also your child, I always feel that your child should be like Lin Qingye—not having too many constraints, and not excessively planning his future path for him, letting him grow up slowly, happy and free. As long as he doesn’t do anything illegal or immoral, I will unconditionally support whatever he wants to do.”

As Lin Qingye listened, his heart trembled slightly, and then a strange soreness filled his nose.

School dismissal coincided with dusk. Huairan’s shadow was stretched long, falling at his feet.

And his shadow and Xu Zhinan’s shadow were together, even their shadows were holding hands.

Xu Zhinan leaned over, and their arms pressed together.

“Huairan means more to me than just our child. Because he has your shadow in him, I love him even more.”

Xu Zhinan lifted her head slightly, the warm-colored sunset glow falling on her face, beautiful enough to shock the heart and soul.

She slowly spoke: “The Lin Qingye of the past suffered a lot. Now I want to protect this little Lin Qingye to grow up well, healthy, happy, and free, without any major difficulties in his entire life.”

Lin Qingye stopped in his tracks. Xu Zhinan looked at him in surprise, and then he lowered his neck and his lips came down.

They shared an extremely gentle kiss.

Lin Qingye gently cupped her face, his fingertips lightly stroking her neck. Even after kissing, he didn’t pull back, foreheads touching, noses also touching.

He smiled, his voice very low, his breath falling on the side of her face, kissing her again: “Whether I suffered in the past doesn’t matter. As long as I can grow old with you properly in the future, that’s good.”

Xu Zhinan earnestly and softly: “Mm.”

Up ahead, Lin Huairan had walked quite far. After not hearing footsteps catching up for a long time, he turned back and saw his parents’ intimate gesture.

He shouted: “Stop kissing! Shameful!!!”

They had already walked to the parking lot area, where there weren’t many people around. Everyone was focused on their children, not paying attention to the two of them. But with Lin Huairan’s shout, everyone’s gazes swept over, creating a buzz of good-natured laughter.

Xu Zhinan was caught off guard by his shout and felt too embarrassed to continue being intimate. She pushed away the still unsatisfied Lin Qingye and jogged over to Lin Huairan.

Lin Qingye was left behind, watching Xu Zhinan go over and pinch little Huairan’s face.

Little Huairan smiled brightly, standing by the car, shouting to him: “Dad, hurry up! Let’s go home!”

Lin Qingye curled his lips in a smile and responded lazily: “Coming.”

He had traveled a lonely path, and now, in the bitter cold, spring had come and flowers were blooming.