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

The little guy lay on Winston's bed, sniffing here and there like a puppy, making sure the whole room smelled of his father before he felt safe enough to crawl into Winston's closet.

Winston: ...

The little guy's habit of crawling into the closet is a habit he's had since he was little.

But the doctor said that it should be done gradually, so Winston wasn't in a hurry to take the little guy out.

He walked over, opened the wardrobe, and found the little guy huddled under his clothes, even taking down his neatly hung clothes to make a little nest, wrapping himself up tightly, looking very comfortable.

Seeing Winston standing outside the closet, watching him, the little guy, wanting to share, boldly invited his father:

"Dad can come in too..."

Winston glanced at the wardrobe and ultimately declined his darling's offer.

For a grown adult like him to crawl inside would only feel cramped.

This belongs to the little guy all by himself; it's his secret base.

Winston would let him play inside, and he didn't care at all that the little guy crumpled up the expensive, high-end custom fabrics.

He just wants the cubs to be happy.

If he could, Winston would want to stay by his side every step of the way.

But Winston always has to face unavoidable responsibilities.

Now that the little guy has settled in, Winston's life can finally get back on track.

He must tell the cubs:

"Baby, Daddy has to go to work and can't stay with you all the time."

Winston had expected the cub to throw a little tantrum after hearing such words.

Even the most obedient and well-behaved child will find it hard to accept not being able to stay with their family.

Winston was prepared to face the cubs' tears.

In reality, the cub just blinked and even comforted its father:

"It's okay, Dad! Mom said... adults all have to work~"

"Only little people are at home..."

"But..." the little one whispered to his father, cupping his face in his hands, "Daddy, you have to come pick me up early... otherwise, I miss you so much..."

Seeing the cubs like this, Winston lost all interest in working.

He wished he could stay with the cub forever, to take care of him for the rest of his life.

But in reality, Winston could only restrain himself and kiss the cub's forehead:

"Sweetie, Daddy's right next door. You can call me anytime. The butler is here too."

The baby has gotten used to seeing his mother off to work every day. Even though his father is very clingy now, he understands that there will be a time when the baby will have to be alone...

But Dad has already shortened the time.

Moreover, the life of the black cat is no longer limited to the small window in the room.

The father brought to life all the love and happiness that the mother had been talking about, right before the child's eyes.

Warm food, soft and comfortable clothing, new and fragrant toys, a spacious room...

This is the embodiment of love.

The cub has been identified; the father loves him very much.

What else could he possibly be dissatisfied with?

The little guy just wants to be more sensible and well-behaved, and he hopes to keep his dad around a little longer.

He hoped that his only remaining family member would not leave him again.

So the little guy nodded very calmly and patted himself:

"The baby is very good."

So Winston's prepared words of comfort were all stuck in his throat.

Seeing the little guy start moving his luggage, wanting to put it all in the closet, he quickly offered to help, taking the little guy's tattered blanket and new toys over.

The little guy even put his new friend (a rabbit doll) next to him and covered himself with the blanket together, making it look like two adorable creatures sleeping together.

When the little guy had settled everything in the house like a little adult, Winston was still standing at the closet door, reluctant to leave.

The cub then waved to its father:

"Bye-bye, Daddy~"

Winston still wouldn't leave.

The cub tilted its head.

He realized that his father, like his mother, couldn't bear to part with him.

The little guy stood up, tugged at his father's clothes to make him squat down, and then kissed his father on the cheek.

Despite his best efforts, Winston was unable to defeat such a cub.

As he sensed the cub's presence, Winston's emotions, which had been dormant like a pool of still water, surged forth.

He followed his impulse and couldn't help but hug the cub.

He separated from the cub for twenty minutes, going back and forth between them.

If the butler were here, he would definitely ask the psychologist to reserve a spot for Winston.

Winston's separation anxiety was even worse than the cub's autism.

Meanwhile, the business partner who came to meet Winston waited next door for twenty minutes, during which time he kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and repeatedly thinking about where he had offended Mr. Winston.

When Mr. Winston arrived, the business partner immediately knelt down, wanting to kiss the soles of Winston's shoes.

"Mr. Winston, I was wrong! I'll never profit from this again. Please spare my wife and children!"

Winston didn't say anything.

The business partner continued to confess, revealing in detail all the bad things he had done in the past.

After all the business partners had finished explaining things, Winston sat down at his desk and asked him:

"You also have a son? How old is he? Is your son obedient? Is he easy to take care of?"

The partners were dumbfounded.

He was stunned for a moment before answering:

"Yes, there is a son and a daughter. The older son is four years old and the younger daughter is three years old. They are at an age where cats and dogs hate each other, and they often fight. There is never any peace at home."

"I ran away to do business in order to hide from my two children."

Winston nodded. "I see. My youngest son is very well-behaved. He doesn't make a fuss when I'm working, and he waits patiently for me. He's very easy to take care of."

Partner: "..."

Suddenly struck by a flash of inspiration, the business partner said to Winston:

"Your child is so cute, I really envy you..."

Winston was satisfied and said to his assistant, "Draft the contract. For your child's sake, I'll give you 70% and you 30%."

……

The toddler hiding in the closet is unaware that his father is showing off his existence.

Once he was certain that his father was next door and would protect him, the little guy wasn't so nervous anymore.

He curled up, inhaling the scent of his father's cedar on the tip of his nose, and slowly fell asleep.

However, after a while, the door to Winston's room was opened again.

A footstep came in.

The little guy, half asleep and half awake, didn't realize what was happening and thought his dad had come home, so he used his cheek to pry open the wardrobe door a little.

The little guy who peeked out to check the situation made eye contact with the blond, blue-eyed boy in front of him.

Before him stood Richard, who looked ten years younger.

Richard is only nineteen years old now, and compared to his composed and sophisticated demeanor, he is still quite immature.