Song Wanwan was envious of the little guy when he saw this.

"Dad, I want you to feed me buns too." Song Wanwan leaned towards Chen Boming.

She also looks like a spoiled child.

"Okay, okay, Wanwan is also my precious daughter." Chen Bomin lovingly picked up a crystal dumpling that Song Wanwan loved and fed it to her.

"You're such a grown-up, yet you're still trying to compete with Xiaobao."

"Even if I'm sixty, I'm still daddy's little cotton-padded jacket, right~"

"Yes, yes, yes." Chen Bomin smiled lovingly.

The doting is self-evident.

The happy feeling of the family seems to have returned.

Only this kind of warm atmosphere can make Song Wanwan feel relaxed.

After the family finished breakfast and cleaned up, they sat on the carpet to accompany Xiaorong and play Lego games.

There was news on TV.

The originally good atmosphere was suddenly overshadowed by the news of a fire in a mental hospital.

Not only that, a familiar face appeared in the picture.

Zhao Huaran was sitting in a wheelchair, looking like she was in a daze, and a nurse pushed her past the reporter.

Everyone saw that familiar figure.

Media reporters specifically reported that this was the mental hospital with the best medical equipment in the city. When they saw Zhao Huaran, they called out "Mrs. Rong" in surprise.

For a moment, it was just a piece of news, but because of Zhao Huaran's appearance, the reporters seemed particularly excited.

Zhao Huaran, the biological mother of Rong's president.

Mrs. Rong, who once enjoyed great glory, now appeared in a mental hospital sitting in a wheelchair.

The reporter even squatted down enthusiastically to interview Zhao Huaran.

Zhao Huaran, wearing a hospital gown, no longer had the aura of Madam Rong. She looked dazed and just like an ordinary old lady.

Not only that, she was also dirty, obviously she had knocked something over and spilled it on her clothes.

The reporter interrupted the interview because of the intervention of the caregiver.

After the nurse pushed Zhao Huaran away from the camera, the reporter was still there sighing that people are divided.

After all, she is Rong Luchi’s biological mother.

Now he has ended up spending his retirement in a mental hospital like this.

Once such a report came out, Song Wanwan, you didn't have to guess, you knew how bad the outside world's reputation of Rong Lyuchi would be.

He once pulled Rong down from the altar with his own hands.

Send your father for investigation.

Send your mother to a mental hospital.

Such is the behavior of tyrants.

"Dad, take Xiaoyu to rest and adjust to the time difference. Xiaoyu, grandpa has seen some interesting mythological stories. Do you want to listen to them~" Song Wanwan deliberately diverted the little guy's attention.

After hearing the interesting fairy tale, the little one was naturally drawn to it.

"I want to listen~" The little guy immediately put down the Lego toys in his hand.

"Okay, then grandpa will tell you."

"Grandpa, can you talk here? Daddy, Mommy and I want to listen together." Little Rongyu hadn't noticed the gloomy expression on her daddy's face.

When Xiaorong placed her little hand on the back of Rong Luchi's hand, Rong Luchi lowered his eyes, his eyes full of loving tenderness.

"Xiao Yu, go study with Grandpa. Later, tell Dad about it tonight, okay?"

Rong Luchi said as he took the remote control and changed the channel on TV.

"Okay~" Xiao Rongyu was very well-behaved and followed Chen Bomin into the room.

Listening to the baby voice of the little guy in the room, Rong Luchi's eyes always had a gentle smile on his face.

Song Wanwan walked over to him and hugged him gently.

"It's okay. We'll always be with you. I'm very strong now. If you're tired, I can be your support."

During these four years of growth, Song Wanwan not only cured his depression, but also became stronger mentally.

She knew that to be Rong Luchi's woman, she must be able to stand on her own.

Protect him and protect your family.

The pain of four years ago will never happen again.

Song Wanwan turned off the TV.

She did not interfere with the mother-son relationship between him and Zhao Huaran, but hugged him quietly and watched time pass quietly with him.

"She deserves it."

After a long while, Rong Luchi said this in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Song Wanwan's heart tightened.

He thought he wouldn't care.

But when he said this, she heard the pain in his heart.

No matter how the outside world says he is cold-blooded and heartless, only she knows that he also has a heart made of flesh.

"If you can't let her go, then find a better place for her."

Rong Luchi didn't say anything, but just hugged Song Wanwan tightly.

"Wife, luckily I still have you and Xiaoyu."

A blessing in disguise!

"Me too."

Song Wanwan gently touched his head and soothed him softly.

This incident is so weird. The fire happened so coincidentally, and it appeared in front of the camera so coincidentally.

Song Wanwan had a sixth sense and felt that something was wrong.

When she was alone in the afternoon, she sent a message to Zhou Haoran, asking him about some news reports about the Rong family and Zhao Huaran after she went abroad four years ago.

Zhou Haoran had some concerns at first, but he still collected the information and sent it all to Song Wanwan.

After reading it, Song Wanwan couldn't help but take a breath.

It's a pity to hear about the Rong family.

There is almost only negative news about Rong Luchi, saying that he is cold-blooded and a top capitalist who would not hesitate to target his own family for profit.

They also said that he was hateful and abominable for being so cruel to his own parents.

Song Wanwan skimmed through the article and felt his heart bleeding.

Apart from heartache, she really didn't feel anything else.

Zhou Haoran sent a message: Sister Wanwan, these are all posted on the dark web.

All of them couldn't be sent out and were quickly disposed of, but I saved these because I wanted to show them to you at the time.

Song Wanwan: Thank you Haoran, where did these reports come from?

Zhou Haoran: It was on all major platforms, and that period of time was filled with such news.

Song Wanwan: What do you think about the fire at the mental hospital today? Why would reporters go there to report on it? Disregarding the patients' privacy?

Zhou Haoran: It seems like there was a media reporter there who interviewed him on the way. It is a private mental hospital and the patients' backgrounds need to be kept confidential. But I don't understand why he was interviewed.

Rong Luchi closed the news before he finished reading it.

If what Haoran said is true, then it would be a bit weird.

Song Wanwan immediately started to check, following his memory to find the reporter who had just interviewed him.

He could recognize Zhao Huaran who was so distraught, and he could still remember what happened four years ago so clearly.

There must be a ghost!

Song Wanwan trusts his intuition very much.

When she found the reporter, she looked at the face and felt a sense of déjà vu.

Looks like one person!

sunny!