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

"Are you willing to do this? Without expecting anything in return? Without any intention of harming Wutu? Is your sincerity tinged with ulterior motives?"

Even when faced with the pressure from Winston, Rose did not back down.

Perhaps it was because Ross had taken a detached view of life and death and understood how much the black rabbit meant to him.

So he calmly replied, "Compared to worldly feelings, Wutu is my god, and I am willing to give everything for him. This is all my own thought, and I will not ask for anything in return from him."

"This is my own pilgrimage."

Winston did not speak.

He didn't agree to anything; he simply confirmed that Ross wasn't a bad person, and as usual, he made sure that the environment around Wutu was absolutely safe.

As for Ross, even if he had some extraneous ideas, Winston didn't take him seriously.

Because Winston was convinced that the person the little guy cared about most in his life would always be his family, his father.

After Ross left, Winston returned to his room and couldn't help but watch over the little guy's sleeping face once again.

The little guy, clutching his beloved collaboration doll, finally fell asleep.

……

When he woke up, his room was already full of people.

The doctor who has examined the black rabbit since it was a cicada is routinely comforting the distraught parents:

"The little guy is just too tired, he's sleeping longer because his body is helping him recover."

"Think about it yourselves, how much pressure has he been under during this time?"

"I gave him IV fluids, and his vital signs are stable, there's no problem! Instead of worrying about why the little guy hasn't woken up yet, you should reflect on how you're taking care of your child."

Over the years, the doctor has been responsible for almost every ailment or discomfort the little guy experienced. He was more like the little guy's personal doctor than Winston's.

Aside from this gunshot wound, Winston rarely even catches a cold throughout the year; it's the little guy who keeps the doctors calling him.

Sometimes, even when there's nothing else to do, the doctor will subconsciously come over and ask how Wu Tu is doing lately, and whether she's eating well.

He practically watched Wutu grow up, so he could be considered half a parent.

Every time the little guy caught a cold or fever, it was him who rushed over in the middle of the night to give him an injection. He was even more familiar with the little guy's health condition than these people were.

So this time, even the doctor couldn't help but get angry:

"I have no right to interfere in your power struggle, but you shouldn't have treated the little guy like that. You shouldn't have left him when he was most vulnerable and under the most pressure. You shouldn't have abandoned the little guy just for the sake of a position as the head of the family."

"It's not too late to make amends now."

"It's best not to let him continue to overwork himself during this period. He has mild anemia, low blood sugar, and moderate depression that has turned into severe depression."

"Winston, you haven't taken the little one to any therapy sessions lately, have you?"

Winston fell silent.

When he had amnesia, Aiden had completely forgotten about it.

In front of Aiden, who had lost his memory, Wutu acted too sensibly. Aiden could only sense that the little guy was different from ordinary children, but Wutu concealed his pain and past too well.

During that period, Winston was in a coma, Richard broke down, and the pressure of winning the gold medal made Ulrich feel like a taut string under the weight of pressure from all three sides.

In the end, he held on.

The string broke.

Winston looked at the little creature in front of him and realized that the black rabbit had woken up at some point.

Wu Tu also heard what the doctor had just said, and slowly opened her mouth to ask:

"How long did I sleep?"

Winston's attitude softened immediately when he saw the little guy wake up.

Even the doctor who was arguing with them earlier was the same.

They would all put aside their own affairs and respond to the little one immediately:

"It's only been two days."

Winston said, "It's okay. If you feel tired, you can take a good rest for a while, and Dad will take you out to play."

The little guy shook his head: "I'm fine. I slept for so long, I think I've recovered completely, don't worry."

Wutu hasn't felt tired or depressed for a long time.

It seems that he had been worried about his father, about family matters, and about carrying everyone's hopes to win the gold medal... Thinking about this, the little guy calmed down even when the pressure was at its peak.

I don't think these things are anything to be afraid of.

He is the head of the family and his father's most cherished child. He cannot afford to have anything happen to him, so he must persevere and be a good boy.

As Wu Tu thought this way, she gradually found her work easier.

It was as if he had become a completely different person.

The little guy snapped out of his daze and didn't dare let Winston notice anything unusual about him.

Seeing Winston's face darken, he habitually tried to charm Winston:

"It's okay, Dad, don't underestimate me!"

"And Ross was with me back then! Ross is also my best friend. He's always willing to listen to me. Whatever I want, he can magically make it happen for me right away..."

As Wu Tu spoke, she sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and her voice gradually softened.

"Ross is just a friend, Dad, don't be angry..."

But when the little guy saw even Richard sneer, he sensed something was wrong:

"Wait, why are you all making that face? Did I do something while I was drunk?"

Winston seemed to have no intention of bringing up the topic of Ross.

Lilith, who was standing nearby, thought the little guy's drunken antics were especially cute, so she filmed it.

So she secretly lowered her head and sent the video to Wutu.

The little guy clicked on the screen and saw that after he got drunk, his eyes were bright, and he kept trying to crawl into his dad's suitcase, and then he asked Kailan to lift him up.

He even insisted on crawling into the tent he used to be in as a child, taking the spot of the doll, buying the doll a plane ticket, and sending it home to reunite with its family at Disneyland...

Oh, and he insisted on standing on the table, shouting that he was the King of Cats, the cutest human, and that everyone should call him King Xiaobao...

He even questioned his father about why he was taking so long to come home, and threatened to run away to the Ross family's house. In the end, Ross himself had to come to their house to coax him to sleep...

The little guy was so embarrassed when he saw this that he wished he could disappear into the ground.

But Lilith, who was filming the video, kept whispering "cute," and even found it cute when he called her "sister" in a soft voice and happily hugged the wine bottle and grinned foolishly.

Wu Tu felt that he was doomed, his family's bias against him was hopelessly strong.

But what he didn't know was that he, like his family, was extremely hypocritical, with the same thick filter on his own people, and a consistent tendency to protect their own.

If the little guy were to tell others that he thinks Winston is particularly gentle, particularly vulnerable, and needs companionship, they would definitely think the world has gone mad.

But the little guy is just shy.

He simply couldn't stand the fact that he had done so many embarrassing things at home.

So he silently lay back down and said to Winston:

"I think I can sleep a little longer..."