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

Because no one else makes the little guy cry anymore, and Wu Tu has now become the head of the family, he feels he should appear more mature, so he has not shed a tear even in the most difficult times.

He only dared to cry like this in front of Aiden.

The little guy had been suppressing his emotions for a long time, and the more he cried, the more painful and aggrieved he felt, wanting to vent all his previous anxiety and worry.

Aiden had never seen Utah like this before, and for the first time he experienced what it felt like to be overwhelmed by tears.

And Wu Tu was crying so hard, so sadly, every single tear of his was hitting Aiden's heart.

Aiden could only helplessly take the little guy into his arms and say to him:

"I was wrong, I should have taken better care of myself... Please don't cry, okay? Daddy begs you."

This is exactly the same as Winston's usual way of speaking, even down to the tone.

The little one cried even harder.

The deacons around him all cast disapproving glances at him.

Richard, who had rushed over after hearing the news, said to Aiden:

"It's okay. The little guy hasn't expressed his emotions in a long time. He's just tired and wants to rest in your arms."

"You just need to pat his back gently, like you would a child, to soothe him gently, and that will be enough."

Aiden awkwardly raised his hand and patted the black rabbit on the back.

Richard gestured to him with his eyes to continue filming.

So he could only continue to gently pat the black rabbit's back, one pat at a time.

Richard's suggestion worked well; the little guy quickly snuggled into Aiden's arms, his crying subsided, and he seemed to have fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Aiden watched as he patted the little guy's back repeatedly, as if recalling some fragmented memories.

His perspective began to flash back.

In the dimly lit room, under the warm yellow light, the little guy, who was even smaller than he was now, slept soundly in his arms. He patted the little guy's back, then stroked his head down to the back of his neck, and the little guy would rub against his palm...

His perspective quickly shifted, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself in another space.

The baby black tu, nestled on his chest, was a tiny bundle, its paws and feet tucked under its round body, its bottom sticking up as it asked its father to pat its back, humming softly as it did so—utterly adorable…

Every frame, every single frame, is a moment he spent with Wu Tu.

As the memory flashed by, Aiden looked at Ulva again, but this time he felt neither the displeasure nor the jealousy that came with regaining his memories.

Instead, I was genuinely happy for the little one.

Wu Tu is finally about to welcome her father home.

……

The little guy was busy and tired, and he kept worrying about Aiden's health. Even in his sleep, he couldn't sleep soundly.

Only after Aiden wrapped his arms around Wutu and took off his coat to cover Wutu completely did the little guy find that sense of security and sleep soundly in his father's arms until the world turned dark.

Richard breathed a sigh of relief and remarked, "She's exactly the same as when she was a child, she hasn't changed at all."

Although the little guy has grown to the point where they are all intimidated, at home, he will always be that child.

Richard's eyes were filled with a hint of nostalgia, as if he were remembering the little guy when he first appeared timidly in front of him as a child.

This was the first time Aiden had echoed Richard's sentiments:

"Yes, it's small."

……

The day after the little guy finished crying, he was pressed down by the butler and the steward and had ice packs applied to his skin for half a day as soon as he got up.

They only let the little guy go to work after they were sure his eyes weren't too swollen.

Meanwhile, Aiden had also changed his clothes.

Like Richard, he was dressed in a low-key suit, seemingly wanting to share some of the pressure with the little guy.

If Winston were here, he would probably also think that the best way is for the little guy to become the head of the family, and he would do the same, becoming the most loyal advisor to Ultus and his most loyal subject.

In Winston's eyes, family business could never be as important as the black crow.

So, what seemed impossible to others—Winston bowing down to someone—actually happened.

And Aiden Winston was willing to do so.

With his talent and ability, Aiden quickly took over the positions that originally belonged to Maureen and Richard, becoming the little guy's personal assistant.

That's right. In reality, the real assistants feel a lot of pressure seeing both the former and current bosses appearing in their social media profiles at the same time.

As if hearing the employees' thoughts, Wu Tu turned around and asked his father to put on a black mask.

It's like putting chains on a monster, trying to make him more amiable.

But apart from his owner, in the eyes of others, he only became more ferocious.

The little guy, seeing his assistants so busy with their heads down, thought it was his decorations that had worked.

He nodded in satisfaction, allowing Aiden to maintain his black-clad attire.

However, another rumor has emerged regarding them:

It is said that the head of Winston's household also kept a mad dog with no feelings, which only recognized its master and did nothing but kill.

For a time, people became even more cautious, as if walking on thin ice.

Actually, all those seemingly scary things Aiden is doing now are just helping the little guy get rid of his obsessive fans and suitors.

After all, Wutu had already carried out a major purge, so there weren't many people left to kill. The little guy wanted to keep those who were capable.

Now, even if people flirt with Wu Tu, the little guy is busy stopping his father:

"Just a little intimidation is fine, don't scare him too much, I still need him to do things for me."

Aiden: ...

The black aura emanating from his body intensified.

Another period of time passed, and soon it was time for the little guy to go to China and participate in the Olympics with the team.

Meanwhile, everyone in the entire manor was busy.

They were busy packing Wutu's luggage, wishing they could pack a whole airplane to prepare it, and they even wanted to bring a team of chefs to cook for the little guy.

They heard that the food served at this year's Olympics was not good.

However, at least other countries hire a team of chefs, while Wu Tu has his own private team of chefs. It's just too conspicuous...

After all, he didn't inherit the throne or become the Cat King, so let's just forget about it!

After much pleading, cajoling, and even whining, Wu Tu finally managed to reduce her luggage to two suitcases.

He wanted to simplify it further, but his family unanimously rejected the idea.

"Don't push your luck."

Wu Tu: ? ? ?

The little guy was both amused and exasperated: "The national teams will prepare all of this, so don't worry about me. The coach is even more nervous than I am, so don't worry, he'll definitely take good care of me."

"Just come watch my match together, and see me shine!"