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

Even though it was late at night, as soon as Wu Tu told him, Ross went out without hesitation, drove more than ten kilometers to the manor to get Wu Tu's "belongings", and delivered them to the old house gate on time half an hour later.

Ross saw Wu Tu waiting for him at the door in her pajamas, as if it were a late-night rendezvous. Thinking of this, Ross's eyes softened considerably.

This was the first time Ross had ever seen such a little creature. It exuded a warm and cozy feeling, and was nestled sleepily by the door, like a stray cat looking for someone to take it in.

In the past two days, Ross has seen many more different kinds of black tuna than usual.

Ross felt that this was God's mercy upon him.

Love and faith blossomed wildly in his heart.

Ross looked at him, wanting to swear to Ultus that he could become a man like Winston, protecting Ultus for life.

He seemed to have so much more to say.

But in the end, everything was only touched upon briefly.

Ross didn't want to disturb Ulva, because he seemed to need a good night's sleep the most.

So he simply handed the bag to Wutu and then presented Wutu with a bunch of lavender:

"This can help you sleep, go upstairs and get some rest."

The little guy felt a bit uneasy. He hadn't expected that he would suddenly go looking for Ross in the middle of the night on a whim.

But when he said it, he was too embarrassed to tell Ross that he had just asked the wrong person.

Perhaps now, he sees Ross as someone he can rely on.

The little guy whispered a thank you and carried his things upstairs.

But after he returned to his room, he inexplicably went to the window and looked out. Sure enough, he saw Ross's figure; he hadn't left yet.

Ross didn't speak, he just stood downstairs, small and far away, like a speck of dust on the ground, humbly and devoutly watching over him, like watching over a bright moon.

However, Ulva could now understand Ross's intentions.

He wanted to protect the black rabbit's beautiful dream.

He would wait until the lights in Wutu's room were turned off before leaving.

Thinking of Ross watching over them downstairs, the little guy took out his little blanket and his father's shirt from his bag. Smelling the familiar scent in his arms, the little guy was finally no longer so scared.

He fell asleep in the master bedroom of the old house, and then woke up.

This master bedroom used to be the room of the previous heads of the family. It was Winston's room for a period of time, and now it belongs to the Blackie.

Just like the succession of the entire Winston family.

The atmosphere at the old house isn't as relaxed as Winston's manor. After all, the manor was Winston's private residence, while the old house is family property.

Every servant here adheres to royal etiquette and rules passed down from hundreds of years ago, rigidly and meticulously following old orders, obeying only the master of the house.

But now, the servants of the old house have welcomed the most special master of the house.

The youngest, a little master completely different from the old, dilapidated house.

The butler, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, as was customary, prepared a suitable environment for the new master in response to the arrival of the black rabbit.

The butlers have seen it all; they've served the royal family for generations.

They are not like private butlers who can be employed for life and become family members of the employer.

They only stand beside royalty and nobility when they are at their best in terms of appearance, temperament, energy, and intellect, serving the royal bloodline with the all-purpose solutions of a butler.

However, they were also accustomed to the Winston family's bloody secrets, and their silence and professionalism were qualities that only top-tier butlers possessed.

However, this was the first time the butler had encountered such a young new master, a "little guy" who didn't even touch tobacco or alcohol, didn't drink coffee, needed hot milk, and had lots of honey added.

He has catered to his master's discerning tastes, bringing him the latest symphony scores within a day, delivering cigars and freshly hunted beef within half an hour, and even ordering the latest handbags and handmade blankets for his master.

He can miraculously fulfill even the most demanding and difficult requests.

But when he confidently approached Wutu and asked the little fellow what he wanted, Wutu was looking up from his documents:

"I want to squeeze it... Waaaaah, I'm under so much pressure, I'm about to make an impulsive purchase...!"

Because the little guy is preparing for the Olympics, he can't eat desserts as much as he wants. If he gets a little chubby, Yu Jue will nag him all the way back to China.

So when even eating can't relieve stress, the little guy can only indulge his bad habits!

The deacon nodded upon hearing this.

He thought "squeezing" was some new type of addictive substance or an expensive alcoholic beverage, or at the very least, some expensive and trendy item that young people were chasing after.

He couldn't find the thing, so he had no choice but to contact the butler who had been taking care of the black rabbit.

The butler took some photos:

"This pinchable toy, well, it's a kind of small toy that young people in China like. It's something that can relieve stress by squeezing it, and it's a bit like a comfort toy."

The butler remained unfazed: "Is it very expensive?"

Grandpa Butler: "Hmm... the most expensive one is a few hundred..."

Deacon: "Several million?"

Butler: "A few hundred yuan."

The deacon remained silent.

What an impulsive purchase! This must be nano-consumption!

It costs a little less than a hundred million yuan less than regular expenses, and that's how you get nanometers!

The butler, feeling helpless, ordered tens of thousands of dollars worth of massages for Wu Tu, so that he could have his fill.

When he asked Wutu if there was anything he wanted to do, the little guy couldn't think of anything.

He felt that this place was even more luxurious than his father's manor, and the servants were exceptionally well-trained. Before he even said what he wanted to do, they would immediately hand him what he needed.

So Wu Tu remained silent for a moment, then told the steward:

"Then wake me up tomorrow, I'll be reluctant to get out of bed."

Butler: "...Yes, my master."

But the steward didn't expect that when he knocked on the door the next day, brought in morning tea, and pulled back the curtains, he saw Wu Tu nestled in a soft cloud-like quilt, her hair disheveled, her cheeks slightly flushed as if she were asleep.

The little guy kicked off the blanket a bit in the middle of the night, only holding his father's shirt in his arms. His pajamas were unknowingly rolled up to his back by his restless movements, revealing a large expanse of milky white skin and a well-proportioned waist.

It seems that just by getting a little closer, you can smell the subtle fragrance emanating from the beauty's skin.

The deacon paused for a moment, then closed his eyes, pulled down Wu Tu's pajamas, and gently called to him:

"Master, it's time to get up."

Wu Tu rolled over, still half asleep and thinking he was at home, and immediately grabbed the butler's arm, nuzzling his head against it.

"Mmm... I understand zzzZZ..."

But not long after he put his arm around the other person's arm, Wu Tu felt the hand in his arms break free in a panic. When he looked up blankly, there was no one by the bed.

Wu Tu was stunned for a moment, thinking she was dreaming.

He was dressed before the deacon came back in.

The little guy glanced up and saw that the butler's bow tie was a bit crooked. He was about to reach out to straighten it when he saw the butler immediately stand up, his ears turning bright red, and distance himself from Wutu.

The little guy thought he was being disliked.