Chapter 163

After finishing the data processing, I pushed the laptop away and stretched. I turned my head to see that Juyan had sat down on the sofa next to me at some point, his arm wrapped around the baby as he slept. The baby was sprawled out on his chest, drooling in her sleep. He was leaning back against the sofa, his eyes squeezed shut, dark circles under them, completely unresponsive to the drool on his chest, his phone having slipped from his hand onto the cushions. Even though I loathe him, seeing him like this still makes me uneasy. If he could have just walked away and been a hands-off father, why put himself through such misery? I find it a nuisance to come here every Saturday, but he has to come too, turning his perfectly good two-day weekend into a single day off. He seems busy with work, often working overtime, and now he’s added the burden of childcare on top of that. Doesn't that make him even more exhausted and annoyed than I am?