Yan Rufeng looked down at the sleeping baby, gently kissed his forehead, and revealed a trace of a happy smile.
"Baby, thank you for making me the happiest woman in the world..."
Engulfed in happiness, Yan Rufeng involuntarily began to hum a lullaby.
A moment later, Yan Rufeng stopped humming and muttered to herself, "Baby boy, what name should Mommy give you?"
Yan Rufeng stood up, held her son, and said gently, "Baby, how about the name Qing Han?"
The baby in the swaddling clothes seemed dissatisfied with the name, pursing his little lips and starting to cry.
"Waa... waa..."
Yan Rufeng hurried to comfort him, gently kissing his forehead.
"Baby, do you not like the name Mommy gave you?"
The baby stopped crying and returned to his peaceful state.
Yan Rufeng pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "Son, your mom and dad are both Yan Rufeng's servants. How about using our master's surname to give you a name?"
The baby was in deep sleep, showing no reaction.
"Hehe!"
