Jiang Yue was suddenly embraced by a boy who came running towards her. The boy hugged her legs tightly, looked up at her, and asked with a bright light in his eyes, "Mom, are you here to take me home?"

Jiang Yue steadied herself in time, reached out and touched the boy's soft hair, and nodded.

Then she handed him the one she had already taken a bite out of.

"I just bought it, it's very sweet."

Zhou Zhengchu took the treat from his mother. Even though he didn't like sweets, he was very happy. He politely and obediently said, "Thank you, Mom."

Jiang Yue noticed that he didn't seem to mind being bitten by her, and he didn't cry or make a fuss. She wished she had taken a couple more bites earlier.

It's really strangely sweet, and also strangely delicious.

Jiang Yue took his hand and asked him as they walked, "Some other children wanted to walk with you earlier, why didn't you wait for them?"

She's still an adorable little girl who looks like a delicate little dumpling.

"Because it's so annoying, Mom."

Zhou Zhengchu was always willing to tell the truth in front of his mother. Whenever she asked, he would honestly reveal his thoughts.

For example, he thought all the other students in the class were stupid.

He was so stupid that he didn't want to communicate with them at all. Except when they occasionally talked about their mothers, Zhou Zhengchu would act like a little kid and no longer act like a little adult, remaining silent and taciturn.

Instead, they can't help but proudly boast to the other children in the class about how beautiful, gentle, and good their mothers are to them.

They exaggerate and embellish without stopping.

Jiang Yue could tell that this child was very similar to Zhou Ji in personality—cold on the outside and cold on the inside, and preferring quiet.

She said, "Don't you think that little girl is cute?"

The boy shook his head seriously: "Not cute."

He frowned: "You talk too much, it's annoying, it's noisy, Mom, I don't like it."

Jiang Yue was just asking casually; of course, she couldn't force a child to know how to make friends. She patted his head and said, "You don't have to like them, but you have to be polite."

The boy nodded vigorously: "I always politely and seriously refuse her Want Want Milk."

Jiang Yue: "..."

She was both amused and exasperated; it seemed her son's daily life at kindergarten was quite eventful. "You eat first."

Zhou Zhengchu held it, somewhat reluctant to eat it.

He really did hold the wooden skewer tightly the whole way, and by the time he got home, it had started to melt.

The caramel color stood out strikingly against the pink and white cotton.

When Zhou Zhengchu brought it home, all the servants in the house were drawn to him.

No matter how much a boy pretends to be a little adult, he is still a child.

He looked up at the butler, his eyes, which held the same aloofness as his father's, revealing an undisguised smugness. The boy puffed out his chest and said, "My mom bought this for me!"

The butler knew what he wanted to hear, paused, and said, "Young master, your mother loves you very much."

The boy nodded: "Of course, I'm the best behaved."

As the pinkish-white powder gradually melted under the high temperature, the butler calmly reminded him, "It's almost melted; you can eat it now."

Zhou Zhengchu's eyes were dark and large, his beautiful eyes fixed on what he was holding in his hand, and he was still a little reluctant to eat it.

He thought, if only I could just lick it once a day.

That way he can eat for many days.

After many days have passed, maybe Mom will buy him a new one.

Zhou Zhengchu looked on expectantly, then shook his head: "I'll wait a little longer, just a little while."

However, the more you try to force it, the less likely you are to keep it.

Despite how much I cherished it, it still melted into a small lump of caramel color in the end.

The boy was very upset and locked himself in his room, throwing a tantrum and refusing to open the door for anyone who called him.

When Zhou Ji returned home from the company, he saw the maid patiently trying to calm the child down outside the door, and only then did he realize that the child was throwing a tantrum.

Zhou Ji lifted his foot, walked to the door, and knocked.

There was a thud from inside; something hit the doorframe with a muffled sound, and it sounded like a boy sobbing.

Even through the door, Zhou Ji's voice sounded calm: "Open the door."

There was a moment of silence inside. Three seconds later, Zhou Ji pushed open the door and saw the boy's eyes, which were as red as a rabbit's.

The man remained expressionless, pursed his straight lips, and spoke calmly, "Didn't you see your mother this afternoon? Why are you still throwing a tantrum here?"

The boy looked like his father, but his pitiful expression resembled his mother's; his eyes were red and he looked incredibly pathetic.

Zhou Ji, who had been keeping a cold expression, couldn't help but soften a little when he saw him like this.

The man reached out and picked the child up from the ground. He heard the child in his arms say in a muffled voice, "But it melted. It was a gift from my mother! I kept it safe and sound. Why did it still melt?"

His voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, and he was extremely distressed.

Even though he had the air conditioning turned on when he got back to his room, he still melted.

They couldn't keep them even if they tried.

The boy sniffed: "I didn't eat a single bite."

Zhou Ji patted his head, "There will be more in the future."

Perhaps it was because he was disliked from a young age.

Even though his mother has been much nicer to him now, he still feels it's not enough and is still afraid that she might suddenly disappear.

"Really? But... but Mom doesn't want you anymore."

Will I ever want him again?

"Yes, Dad is trying."