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

Morin tried his best to appear dignified, but he couldn't bring himself to put on a stern face in front of the little guy.

Because the little guy noticed the uncle staring at him, he thought the uncle also wanted to eat the cake, so he thoughtfully tore off the paper from the cake and fed it to the uncle.

"Ah~"

Morin: "No, I won't eat it."

The puppies selectively don't understand; it's like feeding puppies—they just wave a small cake in their hands.

"Suckling."

No one could resist that "sucking" sound, not even Winston's right-hand man, Mr. Morin.

Morin struggled for a moment, but still opened his mouth.

The older children nearby were even more excited after watching the little guy feed others:

"Baby! I want one too! Feed me, feed me!"

"Ah~ Baby, feed me!"

Even with so many people liking him, the cub remained calm and composed. He used the same method he used to feed small pets, imagining the enthusiastic adults as kittens and puppies wagging their tails and rubbing against his trouser legs.

The little one immediately stopped being scared and calmly finished feeding himself and her, one after another, following Master Zai's instructions.

As Morin watched the little guy casually wave his hand, and the young masters and ladies all excitedly fawned over him, he couldn't help but rub his temples.

He wondered to himself what was so exciting about this child that made them so excited? Wasn't he just a little cute? Why weren't these people following Mr. Winston?

Even though he was inwardly complaining, he always maintained a blank expression on his face.

Morin waited a while longer, seeing that this group of people was going on and on, only wasting time.

So he had no choice but to risk offending these young masters and ladies, and pick up the cub, pulling it out of the crowd:

"Sorry, I have to take him to see his parents."

Morin held the cub by the scruff of its neck, like she was carrying a kitten.

Even so, the little guy didn't struggle; he just obediently let him hold him in his hand.

It wasn't until someone nearby told him he shouldn't be holding the baby like that that Maureen could only stiffly pick up the cub.

The moment he touched the little guy, he couldn't help but sigh.

This child is too soft and too fragile.

So fragile was Morin that he dared not use any strength and could only watch helplessly as the little guy wrapped his arms around his neck.

Only then did he understand what the word "gentle and soft" truly meant.

Morin could even smell the milky scent emanating from the cubs' bodies from drinking milk for so long.

You can also feel the little guy pressed against his neck, his soft face flattened.

That's enough...

He tried to tell the little guy not to get so close. Why does this little guy stick to everyone, no matter who it is? Is he just naturally this affectionate?

How can this be? What if he encounters bad people and gets hurt?

Without realizing it, Maureen had naturally gone from being indifferent to children to becoming someone who cared about the little one.

But actually, the cub smelled the tobacco scent on Morin, which was the same as Winston's.

That's why the little guy naturally became close to Morin.

But Morin was still stubborn. After taking the cub to the rest room, he couldn't help but mutter:

"What are your parents' names? I'll help you find them. From now on, you must stay close to adults and not get lost. If you encounter bad people and get tricked, how worried will your parents be? Do you know that?"

The conversation was so rapid that the little guy got a headache from the barrage of English words halfway through.

So the little guy chose to get away with being cute.

He blinked innocently, his dark pupils revealing that Morin had calmed down.

Maureen: "Don't think I won't punish you just because you've done this. What if you offend someone important? This is a party hosted by Mr. Winston."

The cub finally caught a familiar word.

Winston.

dad.

The little guy's eyes lit up.

He thought this seemingly cold but kind-hearted uncle would help him find his father.

Overjoyed, the little guy immediately grabbed Morin's clothes, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Morin on the cheek.

These are all habits he developed at home from being coaxed by his older siblings.

Because Winston forbids them from kissing the cubs, sometimes people like Kaylan or Lilith, without thinking, would often kiss the little ones' faces until they blushed, making them almost cry.

Therefore, Winston had no choice but to add this rule to the Winston family's secret code, making it a mandatory rule.

Richard and his family, who were bound by the rules set by the head of the household, had no choice but to devise another strategy.

They need to actively lure the little guy into their trap.

So when Richard and his family were at home, they would often lure the cubs with small cookies and ask:

"Who is the cutest baby? The cutest baby gets an extra cookie."

At this moment, the little one who's been craving cookies will immediately fall into their trap, loudly raise their hand, come up to their brother, and say:

"Me! Baby Black Rabbit! Baby is so cute!"

The little guy was afraid that his older brothers and sisters wouldn't notice him, so he took a liking to other babies and would tiptoe around the adults' feet.

At this point, Richard and his companions would show their profiles:

"If your older brother/sister gives you cookies, shouldn't you thank them too?"

The little one would nod and then kiss them on the cheek.

Sometimes, if the kiss isn't loud enough, you'll be asked to kiss again.

They can't suck on the little people, but the little people can suck on them, right?

Winston watched the scene from afar without saying a word.

But when it was evening and only the father and son were together, Winston couldn't help but ask the cub:

"Baby, would you like some cookies?"

The cub at that time had no idea that its father had ulterior motives.

He patted his stomach and shook his head: "It's already full!"

Winston was taken aback; he hadn't expected the cub to refuse him. He could only ask again in disbelief, making sure the little guy's belly was full of food from his older siblings, leaving no room for Winston's biscuits.

Winston's scheme failed, and he could only bow his head in frustration.

Seeing his father looking so dejected, the little one thought his father was about to cry.

He was startled and immediately turned around secretly to send a message to someone for help.

The cub can't read yet, so he's temporarily an illiterate little kitten, but he's smarter than ordinary children and has already learned to make sounds.

He immediately opened the voice message and sent it to the housekeeper and his siblings:

"I won't eat Daddy's cookies. Daddy is so sad, he's about to cry. What should I do?"

Now everyone knows that Winston's attempt to get a kiss from the cub was unsuccessful.

Winston was unaware that the little guy had sent out a group message. He was preparing to put the cub to sleep when the butler knocked on the door.

Winston went to open the door and saw the butler holding a prepared bedtime drink:

"Sir, if you're feeling down, why not have a drink to relieve some stress?"

Winston was bewildered, not knowing what he had done to cause the butler to misunderstand, but he still accepted the drink.

But he had barely closed the door when Richard came to visit:

"Aiden, I heard you had trouble sleeping, so I got you some incense to help you sleep."

"By the way, be quiet, don't disturb the cubs' rest."