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

But Cyrus, sitting next to him, wouldn't let him sleep: "Baby, if Ross confesses his feelings to you, don't say yes, understand?"

The little guy painfully pulled the blanket up over his head.

The little bundle of blankets wrapped around the baby perfectly expressed the little one's silent protest.

Lilith, who was standing nearby, said:

"No, please stop talking. What if the little guy stops drinking in the future? He's so well-behaved when he drinks, he does whatever you ask him to do, he's so docile, don't you like that?"

Those present remained silent for a moment.

Upon hearing Lilith's words, Wu Tu felt even more ashamed and indignant.

He decided that he would never drink alcohol again.

No alcohol allowed in the house from now on!

Since he's the head of the family now, he's going to be a tyrant! He's going to rule arbitrarily!

If they're so capable, they should overthrow the tyrant Wutu!

After the little guy protested, no one brought up that embarrassing night in front of him anymore.

Winston had already told Wu Tu to rest, but the little guy seemed to be urged by some mission, and turned around and went to China again to discuss the next arrangements with Yu Jue.

Because the little guy is very popular right now, the leaders want to strike while the iron is hot and have him perform a skiing demonstration.

However, Wu Tu's schedule is quite full afterward, as he will be representing the Winston family at many meetings.

Seeing that Wu Tu was indeed overwhelmed, Yu Jue came up with a compromise: he asked the little guy to manage the accounts in China himself.

Like celebrities, they gain some popularity, and then put on a performance when they have free time later.

Wu Tu nodded in agreement.

On the day he opened his social media account, he gained a million followers in just one afternoon.

This is the current strength of Wutu.

There's no way around it; the little guy's skills, looks, and family background are all guaranteed to attract attention. No matter how jealous others are, they can't achieve that.

Previously, because the little guy didn't have an account in China, some people impersonated him or imitated him.

There were also those who tried to ride his coattails by associating with his family background, but when the real person actually appeared, they realized what it meant to be completely outmatched.

The little guy's life now, captured on film, is something that ordinary people can't access.

Moreover, his face, his family, and even Wutu's butler all possess faces and top-notch physiques that are rare even in the entertainment industry.

Even if the little guy posts a photo of himself attending a meeting at the old house, the comments below will instantly reach 99+.

"Oh my god, my dream has come true. This little guy is so young, and he's already the head of the family? This is so awesome! The little head of the family in a black suit, high ponytail, and earring, and the butler with gold-rimmed glasses, this novel girl is already so happy, who can understand?"

"Such authoritative faces. Are the Winston family's subordinates all good-looking? From the master to the butler to the bodyguards, they're all of standard good looks..."

"Greedy girls, forget about saving face. Does anyone understand the shock I felt seeing a room full of antiques?"

"These are all treasures from the early days of the royal family, and they're being used as tea sets... This castle must be worth how many zeros... My worldview has been shattered."

"My darling, your life is my dream..."

"Haha, the young master has certainly broadened our horizons."

Some people also felt that the photos posted by Wutu were too fake.

They're just sour grapes, that's why they maliciously speculate that the little guy is just putting on a persona.

Otherwise, how could a Chinese man who had just come of age become the head of the Qian family?

There were even marketing accounts that, for the sake of traffic, did not hesitate to fabricate false evidence, saying that the little guy was just acting, and that he only went into the castle after buying a ticket, and that the actors were all hired by the little guy.

Wu Tu is now seeing these doubts without batting an eye.

He didn't respond, but when the public opinion was at its most heated, the little guy forwarded a news article.

And it was news released personally by the central bank:

"To promote friendly cooperation between our two countries, our country and the Queen engaged in friendly exchanges through the introduction of Count Uttar..."

Good grief, this time the rumor has backfired spectacularly.

Those marketing accounts were driven to the brink of madness:

Why does the black tusk have so many identities? You peel back one layer, and there's another!

If they had known about the little guy's relationship, would they have dared to do it?

Before Wu Tu even made a move, China stepped in and shut down those rumor-mongering marketing accounts one by one, clearly showing its intention to support its beloved figure skaters and its own promising talents.

The comments section under that news article was filled with peaceful laughter from fans.

"The marketing account knew it would be exposed as a fake, but it didn't expect its own mother to check its water meter."

"Wow! This little guy has such presence! He doesn't look like the one standing next to the Queen in the news at all! He's like the Queen's bodyguard and assistant, speaking to such important figures with such composure... So cool..."

"No, my maternal love is turning sour..."

"Me too... Xiao Bao, when did you transform from a fairy into a handsome long-haired celestial being? You're both beautiful and dashing..."

The little guy scrolled through the comments for a while on the way before putting down his phone.

Although the ice hockey fans were incredibly enthusiastic, the little guy was still given three rules by Winston: he could only post one message a day.

Winston and his psychiatrist had warned him to rest more, but he had already promised Yu Jue to prepare for the skiing performance, and he couldn't give up his position as the head of the family.

Just as Yu Jue said, because of Wu Tu's sense of responsibility, he cares too much about others and is unable to take care of himself.

Winston couldn't stand it anymore and forcibly carried the little guy out of the office.

Seeing this, Morin's men could only lower their heads and avoid looking.

The little guy was in his father's arms. He wasn't as strong as Winston, and besides, he didn't dare to struggle. So his father carried him out horizontally and locked him in the room.

The black rabbit angrily threw itself onto Winston's bed.

He was so angry that he bit Winston's blanket as if Winston himself were Winston.

But Winston came in a little while later with a small cap of medicine and made sure he took it.

The little guy felt he wasn't sick and didn't need to continue taking psychiatric medication, so he resisted it a lot. Every time, his father had to hold him down, press his fingers against the back of the little guy's tongue, and force them in.

It's like giving a cat medicine.

In this situation, the black tusk would inevitably struggle and attack Winston, but Winston always looked at him with a very tolerant and gentle gaze:

"It's okay, it's okay, Daddy's here."

He soothed the black rabbit as skillfully as if it were a toddler.

The little guy took his medicine and fell asleep quickly.

Winston, however, remained somber, taking a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains from his body.

He didn't see the black rabbit as a burden; he just hated himself for not being good enough to the little guy.

Because after sleeping for several hours, the black ox opened its eyes and woke up.

It's not that the medicine has lost its effectiveness; rather, it has taken effect.

After the medicine took effect, Wu Tu seemed to have all her emotions and vitality drained away. Her eyes were devoid of light, like a delicate but empty porcelain doll.

This is the true crow, the crow that no longer runs away from its own emotions.