The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

Seeing this, Winston had no choice but to hold him in his arms and soak in the bathtub with him.

With Dad underneath, the baby crow isn't afraid.

Like a steady boat, his father supported him, allowing the little guy to reach out his hands or feet to boldly explore anything new and exciting. He even dared to touch the water's surface.

The little guy giggles whenever he touches water and keeps calling for his father, as if "Dad" is the only thing he can feel safe to express his emotions to.

The bathroom was small and enclosed, and Winston suddenly felt as if there were a hundred babies inside calling for their fathers, making a lot of noise.

But those who achieve great things are also very patient.

Winston waited patiently for the little one to adjust before slowly sitting down and letting the little one gradually sink into the water with him.

Winston breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the little guy was finally not resisting taking a bath.

He had just relaxed and raised his eyes slightly, his hands no longer protecting the little one, when the little one slid down Winston's abs...

"...Gurgle...Dad...ooo000"

Upon hearing the noise, Winston immediately and frantically lifted the little guy's head.

At this moment, the cub is like a small animal that has just mastered a new skill. With its head supported by its father, it no longer chokes on water, but instead slowly paddles in the water with its hands and feet.

Seeing that he seemed normal, Winston was relieved.

When he picked up the freshly washed baby again, the little guy, with his round belly sticking out, burped at his father.

Winston remained silent for a moment.

He looked at the little guy's belly, which was noticeably bulging compared to before he went into the water, and then at the water level in the bathtub, which had sunk a bit.

Winston: ...

It seems he forgot to emphasize some basic knowledge to the cubs.

And the child is brand new, not yet having learned these basic facts. So naturally, the little one wouldn't understand that the water in the bathtub is not drinkable.

Winston hesitated for a moment, then gently shook the cub under its armpits with both hands, and sure enough, he heard a gurgling sound coming from the little guy's belly.

But because of Winston's two swaying motions, the little guy, who had been holding it in, finally vomited up the water...

Upon seeing this, Winston's pupils dilated in fright, and he once again sought urgent medical help.

The once arrogant Winston now held his child in his arms, his face pale, like a father about to face the pain of losing his son.

As the little guy finished vomiting and lay on the bed with his eyes closed, Winston felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

He asked the doctor in anguish:

"Little guy, is there any hope...?"

Doctor: "Sir, children are indeed vulnerable, but not that vulnerable. Just be more careful next time. I don't want to spend half an hour comforting the family."

"You are clearly the calmest person I have ever met. Don't let becoming a father throw you off balance."

After the doctor finished speaking, he gently tickled the little guy's toes.

The little guy tucked his leg in, then rolled over and lay there on his stomach with his bottom sticking up, continuing to sleep.

"Look, he's just asleep. And he's sleeping with the same quality as a pig, which means he's relaxed and safe."

Winston remained silent; he didn't say a word, but simply doubled the doctor's salary.

Upon receiving the bank's message, the doctor immediately changed his tune:

"In fact, daily routine checks are also essential. If anything happens, please contact me anytime. My team is on standby for the little one 24 hours a day."

Winston watched the doctor leave.

Then he turned to look at the little guy.

Winston couldn't understand how such a small person could have so little energy; after a little while, they could fall fast asleep.

He didn't understand why he was now so obsessed, constantly worrying about such a fragile being, and willing to take care of him in every little detail.

He thought that perhaps the cubs themselves were the reason.

Winston tucked the cubs in before sitting down at his desk to begin his work.

Given his current status, it doesn't matter if he doesn't go to the office regularly, as the company naturally has a dedicated secretarial team to handle various contracts and invitations for him. However, daily meetings are still essential.

As soon as Winston turned on the video, his assistants and executives on the other end immediately noticed that the background where Winston was standing had changed.

They were used to Winston's busy schedule.

However, to their surprise, Winston's setting this time was not in various high-end hotels or luxurious business offices, but in a somewhat dim and cramped room.

That wall is probably older than Winston himself.

They were asking privately: Has Mr. Winston gone back to dealing with those underground transactions?

There are still some aspects of the family business that haven't been laundered.

But Winston wouldn't expose this to anyone other than his confidants.

So even if they dared to guess, they didn't dare to ask. Everyone kept their eyes down, pretending to read the report documents in a serious manner.

But at that moment, in Winston's view, a small hand suddenly appeared beside him, trying to grab the edge of the table.

Then a tentative glimpse of a cheek appeared.

Finally, the little guy clung to the edge of the table, tiptoed, and finally peeked out with his big, round eyes, trying to see what his dad was saying to the little box.

While the people on the other side were watching Winston's screen, their private chat groups were already buzzing with excitement.

But Winston was still intently staring at the documents, completely oblivious.

"Ahhhhh!"

In the work group chat without Winston present, the executive director, usually known for his calm and composure, was shouting.

"Shit! When did Winston get such an adorable kid? I had no idea! Oh my god! He's so cute!"

Another secretary couldn't help but advise her: "Calm down, Lina. Although your computer wallpaper is always a kitten, and we all know you secretly love fluffy things and kittens, this is a human kitten. This is clearly Winston's child. You can't take it from him."

Lina ignored the advice and continued screaming:

"But he's so cute! He's totally captured my heart! Don't you guys love such a sweetheart?!"

There was a moment of silence in the group chat.

There's a feeling that everyone's thoughts have been exposed.

But Lina didn't care about any of that. She kept sending screenshots of Winston's video to the group chat, showing the cubs from every angle—it was incredibly comprehensive.

……

Winston talked for a while about the company's next investment targets, then he felt his throat was a little dry, so he stopped, took a sip of coffee, and asked his subordinates across from him:

"What questions do you have?"

The elites on the other side seemed completely oblivious to Winston's question. They were all staring at the screen in front of them, but they weren't listening to anything Winston was saying.

Just as Winston realized something was wrong, he noticed a soft, not-too-heavy little thing pressing against his thigh.

Winston looked down and met the gaze of the little guy who had his head resting on his lap.