At that moment, Lin Xian's expression made Zhao Yingjun laugh outright, and she playfully tapped his nose:
"You're just worried it's going to be a son!"
"Stop, stop."
Lin Xian waved his hand:
"They say whatever you're afraid of will come true."
Zhao Yingjun seemed to enjoy watching Lin Xian grapple with the idea of having a boy or a girl and continued to tease him:
"Then take a guess, am I having a boy or a girl?"
"I think it's a boy."
Lin Xian answered with absolute certainty.
"Why?"
Zhao Yingjun was puzzled—how could his reasoning flip back and forth like that?
Lin Xian chuckled:
"Because, based on my past experiences..."
"[My guesses are usually wrong.]"
Zhao Yingjun snorted lightly:
"You really do have some self-awareness."
Breaking free from his thoughts,
Lin Xian looked around at the happiness surrounding him and truly felt the weight of being a man, a husband, and a father.
"I will protect all of this,"
