Zhao Zhao frowned, looked at this unfilial father again, and said coldly, "Rong Yu, I'll give you one more chance to play with me. You are not allowed to play with other women!"

The aura of giving orders to him is even more majestic than that of Rong Yu, the half-baked president.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Rong burst into laughter and said that his grandson was worthy of being his grandson, as he was full of vigor at such a young age.

It was rare for Rong Yu not to be angry. He could feel that Zhao Zhao longed for fatherly love, but this was the first time that Zhao Zhao told him directly that he wanted to accompany him, unlike before when she would just tell him to leave quickly.

He paused and turned back, a smile flashing in his eyes, and he said nonchalantly, "You little bastard, you dare to order your father around at the age of two, what will you be like when you grow up?"

At the same time, Zhao Zhao's ears rang with his inner voice again, "Forget it, just accompany him this time."

He wanted to ask Old Man Rong to take Zhao Zhao, but he refused to let him hold him. Rong Yu's face darkened and he stretched out his hand, saying, "Dad, give Zhao Zhao to me."

Old Master Rong, who was determined to promote their relationship, was naturally willing to give Zhao Zhao to him. However, Zhao Zhao disagreed and grabbed his neck, refusing to let go. When Rong Yu was about to take action, he suddenly started kicking him, with his shadowless kicks showing no mercy.

"Rong Yu, you stink so badly, wash yourself clean before you hug me!"

"Go take a shower!!!" He is as picky as a little ancestor.

Zhao Zhao had a very sensitive sense of smell, and the smell of Rong Yu's perfume and the orange juice that had just come on him made him feel uncomfortable.

[I almost forgot, Zhao Zhao has hated pungent smells since childhood.]

Mr. Rong instantly thought of the source of the perfume on him, and his face darkened. "Now that you have a child, can you be more low-key?"

"If you don't set a good example, do you want Zhao Zhao to be like you when he grows up, coming home with a different perfume every day?"

Rong Yu thought about this question seriously, looked at his innocent and naive son in front of him, and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Got it. From now on, I won't bring these things up in front of Zhao Zhao."

After that, he resigned himself to his fate and took a shower, changed into simple and comfortable home clothes. When he was sitting quietly on the sofa, Zhao Zhao came over on his own initiative.

The cub was not afraid of him at all. He was so arrogant that he stepped on his legs and pulled his hair. Rong Yu wanted to push him away, but unfortunately his old father was staring at him with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Hahahaha, Grandpa, Rong Yu is so good today." Zhao Zhao laughed innocently and jumped on his legs. Looking at his son with a frown on his face and Zhao Zhao who was happy, Grandpa Rong said with a smile, "As long as my dear grandson is happy."

"Tsk, your darling grandson is happy, but your son is not," Rong Yu said, hugging Zhao Zhao's body to restrain his movements to prevent him from stepping on him. "His current lawless and unruly temper is the result of your unbridled pampering."

"I love Zhao Zhao, so of course I want to spoil him in everything. Unlike someone who is so cold-hearted and heartless that he hasn't even held his son a few times since he grew up."

Rong Yu had indeed rarely hugged Zhao Zhao. A trace of guilt just surged in his heart, but it disappeared because of Zhao Zhao's unscrupulous face-pulling action.

So he carried Zhao Zhao and threw him directly onto the sofa next to him. When he was about to get up impatiently, his father's voice came faintly from the side, "Poor Zhao Zhao, he was born with poor health, and his only father is such a heartless person~"

“…”

Zhao Zhao happened to ask a fatal question at this moment, "Grandpa, why do I only have Rong Yu, while other children have a gentle mother?"

Rong Yu paused, looking a little dazed.

"I want a mother, too."

"I... well."

Rong Yu covered Zhao Zhao's mouth. He patiently forced a smile and said, "Baby, Auntie has prepared the meal. Let's go eat."

Without waiting for his response, she carried him to the dining table.

[I feel like I owe this kid a lot?]

He didn't want to get married, but he needed a child, so he had Zhao Zhao through in vitro fertilization. However, Zhao Zhao was born with poor health and suffered from countless illnesses.

Similarly, Zhao Zhao not only has no mother, but he also doesn't care about him. In the end, he even blames him for being too spoiled.

Zhao Zhao sat on Rong Yu's lap, listening to his inner thoughts with great satisfaction. At the same time, she became even more arrogant and spoiled because of her favor.

When the nanny who served him meals wanted to hold him and feed him, he refused and asked Rong Yu to feed him.

When Rong Yu fed him, he refused to eat this or that.

Rong Yu's face darkened as he slammed his chopsticks on the table, "Rong Zhaoran!"

Zhao Zhao seemed frightened by him. The corners of her mouth drooped and her eyes instantly turned red. "I hate you. I want my mother too."

Rong Yu: “…”

"Hey, ancestor, what do you want to eat?" Rong Yu was helpless. He had not had the patience for decades, and now he gave it all to the little brat in front of him.

Zhao Zhao didn't buy it and reached out to his grandfather who was watching them from the side.

"My dear grandson, tell me what you want to eat and I will satisfy you." The old man spoke in a pinched throat and coaxed.

Zhao Zhao struggled to climb down Rong Yu's legs and said, "I don't want to eat anything today!"

As he said that, he ran to the sofa and skillfully asked the servant to turn on the TV for him.

Zhao Zhao didn't want to eat, and the other two people at the table couldn't eat either. A little kid made them both feel confused.

Rong Yu was confused because of his complicated feelings towards Zhao Zhao, and Old Man Rong was confused because Zhao Zhao generally had no appetite and didn't want to eat, which was a sign of illness.

The frail young Zhao Zhao was born with malnutrition and died young, but it was not easy for him to be carefully raised to this day.

It has only been two years since he was born, and he has taken more medicine than food.

After taking a few bites of rice, Mr. Rong lost his appetite and asked the family doctor to monitor Zhao Zhao's physical condition at all times.

Rong Yu was puzzled and asked, "The child just skipped a meal, why are you so anxious?"

"Humph, you unreliable thing. I get so angry when I see you. Get out!"

Seeing his father lose his temper with him for no reason, Rong Yu was helpless, "Are you reaching old age?"

He pushed the dishes aside and went upstairs. He didn't want to eat anymore. The table was full of dishes mainly cooked for children, which made him lose his appetite.

When I was going up the stairs, I felt a strong gaze behind me. I turned around and saw Zhao Zhao looking at me as expected.