Jing Heng was overjoyed, even the humiliation he had been suppressing in his heart dissipated quite a bit.
He carefully cradled the baby in his arms, whistling as he teased the little infant, "Good son, say 'Daddy.'"
Hong Junhua laughed scoldingly beside him, "My grandson has just been born; he doesn't know how to talk yet!"
The nanny nearby hesitated, unsure how to speak up. While the matriarch and Sect Master were busy debating which vigorous name to give the child, she finally mustered her courage: "Matriarch, Sect Master, this child is a daughter."
A daughter?
Jing Heng's hands holding the baby loosened for a moment. The nanny quickly took the baby into her arms: "Yes, a daughter. Her eyes are big and bright; she'll surely grow up to be a beautiful girl."
The taut string in Jing Heng's heart suddenly snapped. The child he had hoped for and carefully taken care of for over seven months—a son in his mind—how did it become a daughter overnight?
