(Three thousand words added to the last chapter)
If Rong Yu said such inappropriate words in front of Mr. Rong, he would probably get beaten by him again.
At the same time, Zhao Zhao listened silently to his inner thoughts, carefully judging what this scumbag father meant. For a moment, he did not notice Rong Yu's cautious approach, and was pulled over by the hand in an instant, and immediately bumped into Rong Yu's broad arms.
"bad....."
Before she could utter a single word, Rong Yu covered her mouth.
"Shh, Zhaozhao, be good." Rong Yu held Zhaozhao in his arms and patted his back gently. "You are in poor health and you like to cry."
His eyes were complicated and he slowly sighed.
"...I have never seen a child more troublesome than you." But the old man protected the child and didn't dare to hit or scold him.
He didn't expect that he would end up being eaten to death by a child.
Rong Yu’s embrace always felt different to Zhao Zhao. His gentle touch on her back instantly soothed her restless mood.
"Rong Yu."
Rong Yu paused. It was rare for him to hear a normal name from Zhao Zhao's mouth. He was so moved that he almost burst into tears. Fortunately, he held it back and asked in a soft voice, "Well, what's wrong?"
"What happened to your leg?"
Rong Yu: “…”
[Of course it was the old man who beat me, but how could I let Zhao Zhao know about such an embarrassing thing? It would be too embarrassing.]
The cub's eyes were pure and clear, as if he was simply curious. Rong Yu endured the pain and took two normal steps. He smiled and said, "What's wrong with my leg? Isn't it normal? Zhao Zhao, you must have cried yourself into confusion."
A dead duck is still stubborn.
Where Rong Yu couldn't see, Zhao Zhao silently rolled his eyes. This time it was his turn to be speechless about his father who was so obsessed with face that he suffered in vain.
My grandfather beat me. It was my own fault. There's nothing shameful about it.
Seeing him still patting her back and walking around the room to comfort her, Zhao Zhao raised her eyes, which were red from crying for too long, and pouted, "I don't want you to hold me, I want grandpa to hold me."
Zhao Zhao holds a grudge and refuses to get close to him.
Rong Yu paused his movements upon hearing this, and an inexplicable bitterness suddenly came over his heart, making him sad, "...Alas, Zhao Zhao."
He didn't know how many times he had sighed helplessly. The child in his arms was very bossy and would not go back on his word. He would not let him hold the child and would kick and thrash in his arms all the time.
Helplessly putting Zhao Zhao on the ground, Rong Yu also squatted down and looked Zhao Zhao in the eye. He opened his mouth and tried to exercise his father's rights to educate him, but the child in front of him was delicate and tender, with traces of tears on his cute and tender face, which was very distressing.
Finally, he was silent for a while, and just said, "Do you really dislike me that much?" He was even unwilling to hug me for a while longer.
There was even a hint of grievance in the words.
Rong Yu was indeed trying to show some softness to Zhao Zhao, but Zhao Zhao refused to accept it. She turned her head away stubbornly and said unconvincedly, "It was you who disliked me first."
"If you don't like me, why should I like you?"
The child's tearful words rang in Rong Yu's ears, and for a moment, he actually felt that Zhao Zhao was right.
Yes, why should he ask Zhao Zhao to like him since he has ignored him since he was born?
"I understand. If you don't like it... then don't like it." Rong Yu sighed and reached out to wipe away the tears on Zhao Zhao's cheeks. A trace of guilt and tenderness flashed in his usually heartless eyes.
Zhao Zhao was listening carefully to his inner thoughts, but surprisingly, Rong Yu, who always said one thing and thought another, now had few consistent thoughts and words. There were even some self-condemnation words from Rong Yu.
It's really... incredible.
He thought, if it weren't for the ability to read minds, given his personality, he would probably never hear these words in his life.
"Okay, let's go downstairs for dinner. Grandpa is probably waiting for you."
Rong Yu continued to hold Zhao Zhao in his arms, his slightly lame legs still keeping him steady, but in Zhao Zhao's ears, Rong Yu's noisy voice rang.
[Holy shit! Damn! It hurts so bad! That old man hit me so hard, why didn’t he kill me?!]
[It hurts so much....]
Almost with every step he took, he would hear "It hurts so much", which was extremely inconsistent with his calm appearance.
Alas, Zhao Zhao sighed, what a face-conscious and childish father.
"Knock."
"My dear grandson, it's time for dinner~" Just at this moment, someone knocked on the door. Rong Yu opened the door and it was indeed the old man.
"Dad." Rong Yu looked puzzled. Zhao Zhao's crying just now was so loud but it didn't attract his father. Could he have been eavesdropping at the door?
Which serious chairman likes to eavesdrop? He is really impressed. He doesn’t know how long he has been eavesdropping. It’s true.
Seeing him reaching out his hand, Rong Yu took a step forward while holding Zhao Zhao, pretending not to see him. "Come downstairs to eat, what are you standing there for?"
I didn't want to hand Zhao Zhao over to him. I had worked so hard to coax her, so how could I give her up so easily?
There were two figures in front of him. The elder one was tall and straight. At this moment, he lowered his eyes gently and smiled softly and dotingly at the child in his arms, no longer as cold and ruthless as before.
There was a rare moment of tenderness between the father and son.
Old Master Rong was very pleased and finally smiled at his son. He patted Rong Yu's shoulder and said, "Hold Zhao Zhao tight."
As he said this, he glanced at his legs and thought that beating him up really worked. Isn't that much more considerate?
It seems that a filial son is born under the stick, and he will be beaten again in the future.
Zhao Zhao couldn't help laughing as he heard the voices of his grandfather and father at the same time. Rong Yu was almost going crazy with pain, but his grandfather was actually thinking about beating him in the future.
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