Lu Zhengye had just finished a meeting when his assistant told him, "Mr. Lu, a child is looking for you."

Lu Zhengye: "...What child?"

"Your...son?"

The assistant was hesitant to say it, but the child was indeed a spitting image of President Lu.

Lu Zhengye raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Why did a feeling of fatigue suddenly come over him?

He said, "I know, where is he?"

"In the waiting room."

Lu Zhengye took Wei Qing over there.

Even from a distance, I could see through the glass that the little guy inside was eating something with his cheeks puffed out.

When Lu Zhengye approached, he discovered that the table was piled high with snacks, and most of his assistants were gathered around the little guy.

"Fanfan, eat more. Tell Auntie what else you want to eat and Auntie will buy it for you."

"No need to spend money, Auntie, this is enough."

"Fanfan, don't just eat snacks, drink some water too."

"Thank you, sister."

"Baby, you're so cute! Is your dad really our CEO Lu?"

"Uh-huh."

"Fanfan, I love your mommy so much! Could you bring me an autographed photo next time you come?"

"Of course! Mommy will be so happy to know that such a beautiful older sister likes her."

"My sweetheart has such a sweet tongue. I wish your dad was half as good at talking as you."

...

As a master at winning over elders, Lu Shifan would answer everyone's questions one by one.

Wei Qing opened the door to the waiting room, clenched his fist, and coughed lightly.

All the assistants were taken aback and stood up in unison, saying, "Hello, Mr. Lu!"

Lu Shifan turned around upon hearing this and saw the tall man. He raised his chin dismissively, chewing on some snacks.

Lu Zhengye had no idea how to interact with children, so he spoke somewhat awkwardly, "Why are you here?"

Everyone: Uh... Is this how cool the father and son get along? No wonder he's CEO Lu.

Lu Shifan could also sense the coldness in Lu Zhengye's words. He was very sensitive, but he still stubbornly said, "Mommy is going shopping with Godmother. She's very tired from taking care of me. As my father, you also have a responsibility to take care of me. If I don't come to you, who else can I come to? Uncle Qin?"

"Hmm, it seems like asking Uncle Qin might not be a bad idea."

Seeing the little guy's expression as if he had been persuaded, Lu Zhengye immediately became angry.

He gave a cold glance to his assistants, who were huddled to the side, eager to hear gossip, and asked, "Are you guys very free?"

"No, no, I've been so busy I haven't even had time to eat."

"Yeah, yeah, why did you end up here? Go back to work, you have to work overtime tonight."

...

The group left cleanly, not daring to look back.

Lu Shifan slid off the sofa and put the snacks into his small backpack.

Lu Zhengye frowned. "What are you going to do?"

"Go find Uncle Qin. You don't seem like you'd welcome me."

Lu Zhengye saw that his bag was already full, and he was still trying to stuff more in, as if he wanted to take it all with him.

Did I say you weren't welcome?

Lu Shifan looked at him with accusation in his eyes, "Look at your sour face. I'm just a kid. I've never eaten or used anything from you, but the way you look at me is like I owe you money."

Lu Zhengye was furious at the complaints from his own son, but had nowhere to vent his anger.

Wei Qing's face turned red from trying to suppress his laughter.

Lu Zhengye said with a stern face, "If you dare to go to that guy surnamed Qin, I'll break your legs."

"Waaaaah, stepfather, you're such a stepfather."

Lu Shifan looked like he was about to pout and cry.

Lu Zhengye strode forward and manually muted his microphone, saying, "Shut up and come into the office with me."

Lu Shifan stared with his big, watery eyes and mumbled, "Are you going to hit me?"

"Ha! If I wanted to hit you, one slap and you'd be gone."

Wei Qing's lips twitched. Although he didn't have children, he knew that he shouldn't talk to children like that.

As expected, Lu Shifan closed his eyes and burst into tears, large tears rolling down and dripping onto Lu Zhengye's hand.

Lu Zhengye was a little stunned. Looking at those eyes that were eight parts similar to Lin Yusheng's, a strange emotion welled up in his heart. He felt depressed and uncomfortable.

Wei Qing couldn't stand it any longer, so he walked over and said, forcing himself to speak, "President Lu, let me do it."

Lu Zhengye glanced at him, and finally lowered his hand from Lu Shifan's mouth, taking a step back.

Wei Qing held the little one in his arms and coaxed, "Fanfan, be good. Your dad isn't going to hit you. He means he'll never hit you in his life."

"He's lying, he said he was going to beat me to death," Lu Shifan choked out, then cried even harder.

"No, that's not what he meant..."

...

The child's crying continued for a long time, and it took Wei Qing, a single man, a lot of effort to soothe him.

Lu Shifan was carried into Lu Zhengye's office by Wei Qing.

Lu Zhengye sat at his desk with a headache. He had been looking at the documents on the desk for twenty minutes, but hadn't turned the page yet.

To appease this little darling, Wei Qing specially bought a whole bunch of toys and snacks and put them all on the coffee table in the president's office.

These things seem rather out of place in a grand and imposing office.

All Lu Zhengye could hear were the sounds of Lu Shifan playing with toys and chewing snacks.

When Lu Shifan was operating the remote control and causing the remote-controlled car to crash into the desk for the nth time, he finally lost his temper and said, "Lu Shifan, be quiet."

"Why are you yelling at me? I saw you were working hard and wanted to bring you some food, but you ignored me. I'm really getting angry. I'm not talking to you anymore."

After Lu Shifan finished speaking, he pouted angrily and tried to take the remote-controlled car back.

At this moment, Lu Zhengye remembered Wei Qing's words, "You should go along with a child, especially when there is no emotional foundation between you and him, you should cherish him even more."

So, as if possessed, he stretched out his long leg and stopped the remote-controlled car that was about to "drive away".

The car sputtered and couldn't move.

Lu Zhengye then noticed that a bottle of Wahaha was tied to the red car.

His left eye twitched, and he felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

He's never eaten this stuff since he was a kid, and he's 30 years old now.

...

Lu Shifan's car was completely blocked, and he got angry. "You bastard, let go of my car!"

"You refused the food I offered you and even stopped my envoy. What are you trying to do?"

As Lu Shifan spoke, he became frightened. His precious car was not even as big as one of his bad dad's feet, and it looked like it could be trampled to death.

He shouted, "In diplomatic relations between two countries, envoys are not to be harmed. If you're so capable, come at me!"

Lu Zheng laughed wildly, "How old are you? Who taught you all this?"

"Do I need to teach you this? It's on TV, don't you know? Well, I'll tell you now, so put it back."