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

He stood there, stunned, watching the commotion with Winston.

Yu Jue heard the little guy acting like a spoiled brat, whining to Richard, lifting up his clothes and asking Richard to blow on them and apply medicine to him.

Of all his older siblings, the little guy trusts Richard the most.

Because Kaylan sometimes overwhelms him, Cyrus often tries to hide him away, and Lilith always tries to treat him like a doll, he would go to Richard for anything he dared not tell his father.

Richard, you truly live up to your reputation as the eldest brother.

Richard had always adhered to his beliefs according to the code of gentlemanly conduct, but when he saw the little guy's body covered in bruises and scratches, he couldn't help but change his expression.

But as soon as the little guy came up to him, he snuggled into his arms, rubbing his head against him like a kitten, tilting his head back and looking at him with a pitiful expression, and Richard couldn't say a word.

He could only apply the medicine to the little guy with a stern face, watching the little guy's tears fall in pain, but not daring to cry out loud, he could only say in a soft, breathy voice:

"The baby is so pitiful..."

Richard understood what the little guy meant; now, for the little rascal, acting cute in front of his family was as easy as breathing.

Moreover, the little guy is used to it because his family spoils him unconditionally, and everyone is happy to see it happen, so he doesn't even realize that he is actually being affectionate.

Richard, following the cub's lead, lowered his head and kissed the little one:

"A kiss from brother will make me feel better."

The little one turned his head: "Baby wants the left cheek too, otherwise the cheeks will get upset..."

Richard: "Okay...how about the baby's hand?"

Wu Tu shook her head: "Your hands have turned purple. They're poisonous. Brother, you can't eat them."

Richard felt both sorry for him and amused:

"I like the purple one too, is this a new flavor for the baby?"

The cub covered his arm and tried to shrink away, but where could he hide in Richard's arms?

"No, my arm is throbbing and it hurts a lot. It also tastes bitter and sour, like bitter melon with lemon. It tastes awful."

Richard knew the little guy's blinking meant his hand was numb.

It hurts and aches so much, is it that uncomfortable? You managed to endure it until he came over before you started to whine? Couldn't you just tell that coach to be fired?

Richard was genuinely angry:

"If you're in so much pain, doesn't your brother feel bad seeing you like this? If you get hurt again next time, I won't keep it from Winston anymore. You'll have to figure out how to explain it to Dad yourself."

Wu Tu immediately clasped her hands together, attempting to move Richard with her irresistibly cute face:

"I'm sorry, brother, I love you, I love you so much..."

This is the second trick the little one uses besides pretending to be pitiful: sticking to adults like a little leech and saying "I love you."

With this combo, Wutu has yet to meet its match.

Richard could only reply, "Yes, darling, your brother loves you too."

"My darling, can't you wear some protective gear or something? You're so small, what if you hurt yourself after falling like this? Winston will cry himself blind, you know Daddy will cry secretly."

Winston: His eye twitched.

"And I also hope, I hope my baby is safe and sound, and doesn't get hurt."

By this time, Wu Tu had learned to laugh it off. Unable to answer Richard, he rubbed his eyes and pretended to be sleepy, snuggling into Richard's arms to find a comfortable position, and then closed his eyes and remained silent.

Richard: "Aiden't you coming to nibble on the sleeping kid's butt, huh?"

Winston: His fists clenched tightly. Seeing that the little guy was really sleepy, Richard could only kneel down obediently and, as if handling a rare treasure, hold the little guy's feet and check the injury on his ankle.

The little guy is so sensitive; if the fabric of his clothes is even slightly rough, his skin will become red and itchy. The temperature of his living environment also needs to be suitable, with a spring-like temperature all year round. His food is also very refined, with various tonics being used in turn, all for the sake of his stomach problems.

They pampered and spoiled him so much, raising him to this age with great difficulty, and yet this child turns around and hurts himself like this.

Moreover, Richard never expected that the cub of such a pampered person would be so hardworking at such a young age.

Being able to endure hardship isn't necessarily a good thing...

Richard would rather the little guy be a bit spoiled and not train if he feels tired.

But why would the cub endure the pain and keep going?

Are you afraid of being abandoned by your powerful family members?

Does this little fool even understand that all he needs to do is stay at home and be a pampered baby?

Moreover, the black rabbit is still so young, at the age when it should be enjoying the love of its family.

Richard can still hold the little guy's foot with one hand, just like he did when he held Wu Tu's wriggling toes when he was two years old.

Soft and small.

As fragile as a flower.

These are all unique treasures that he needs to protect with his entire life.

Richard's thoughts at this moment coincided with Winston's:

If only the little guy would never grow up, and if only I could protect the black rabbit for the rest of my life.

Richard's expression turned sour. He wanted to say something more about the little one, but when he looked down, he found that Wu Tu was already fast asleep and snoring softly, tears staining a corner of Richard's suit.

Just how tired are you?

Even the pain in his body couldn't wake him.

Richard was about to carry the little one back to the room when he turned around and saw Winston standing in the corner for who knows how long.

Richard: ...

Richard appeared expressionless, but he was actually at his wit's end.

He didn't know how much Winston had heard, but he could only maintain a facade of composure and hand the little guy over.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as the little guy sensed his father's presence, he immediately grabbed Richard's arm and insisted on burying his head in Richard's arms, refusing to lift his head no matter what.

Even when he was awake, he pretended to be asleep because he was worried that his father would see the injuries on his body.

And the little one isn't sure if his dad will be angry about it.

But when he waited for a long time without any movement, he peeked out and found that he had somehow ended up in his father's arms.

Richard disappeared very quickly.

Winston cupped the cub's face in his hands, his dark eyes fixed on the cub as if staring at something that required his lifelong obsession.

The one who gave him this creepy feeling before was Cyrus.

It seems that Wu Tu has forgotten that Cyrus, Richard, and Winston are all family, sharing a common obsession.

Winston said coldly:

"Reduce your exercise and get plenty of rest, otherwise you'll be grounded and won't be able to skate anymore."

After Winston finished speaking, he released his grip and left.

It seems that Dad is really, really angry.

His only bottom line is that he can't bear to see cubs get hurt.

The crow was terrified and immediately got up and chased after its father's feet.

But when he panicked and his legs gave way, he fell down without stopping.

The little one immediately got up, crying and sobbing. The feeling of being rejected by his family was like stepping into thin air, and fear suddenly overwhelmed him.

He rushed ahead of Winston, entered Winston's room, got into his father's bed, and hugged his father's blanket, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Don't leave me, you can't leave me...!!"

When Winston saw the little guy crying so hard he almost fainted, he knew the little guy had misunderstood.

But at this moment, the black dog was like a puppy marking its territory, thinking that if it seized Winston's "belongings", its father would not abandon it.

They're absolutely adorable.

Winston, feeling helpless, tried to comfort the little one, but was misunderstood by Wu Tu, who tightly protected the blanket in his arms, refusing to let Winston touch it.

"Your baby is in my hands, you can't lose me!"

Upon hearing this, Winston rubbed his forehead and laughed.

Wu Tu probably wasn't quite sure what his treasure was.

But Winston was still willing to indulge these cubs who bared their teeth at him:

"Okay, whatever you say."

"Your Highness, what do you want me to do for you?"