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

Ross felt there was no need to ask any further questions, and he also felt disgusted talking to counterfeiters.

He feigned goodbye to the fake, and before leaving, the butler approached Ross and said:

Mr. Winston said he has gone back to his hometown and welcomes you to visit him there.

Ross nodded and relayed the message to Wu Tu.

How could Wu Tu not understand that only Chinese people have the concept of "hometown"!

Dad means he's in China!

The little guy didn't want to wait a moment longer and wanted to go back to China immediately.

Ross pulled the clown back:

"Wait, there might be people lurking at the airport selling counterfeit goods. Let's get ready and leave tomorrow."

"Now that it's confirmed that your family is safe, your top priority is to take good care of yourself."

However, Ross was busy returning to tell Utopia and didn't notice at all that his conversation with the butler had been overheard by the fake man hiding in the corner.

Although the counterfeiter is of Asian descent, he is not Chinese; he only has a basic understanding of Chinese culture.

So he muttered to himself:

"What does 'hometown' mean...?"

Counterfeit goods can only be found by searching on Chinese social media platforms, and the person in charge also said:

"Keep an eye on Ross's actions for me."

……

Wu Tu is actually a bit sensitive to sleeping in unfamiliar beds, but when he can't sleep at Ross's house, Ross will appear at Wu Tu's door without him even having to go looking for him.

He took out a neatly folded garment from behind his back and handed it to Wutu:

"This is a piece of clothing that I got from the butler when I went to the Winston family during the day."

Wu Tu didn't need to unfold the garment; he could tell whose clothes they were just by looking at the stitching.

What's more, Wu Tu is a collector of dad's clothes.

Ever since Winston indulged his behavior, the little guy has secretly stocked up on a lot of his dad's clothes, all of them expensive ones. They're soft and comfortable to hold, and the smell of his dad helps him fall asleep.

Those close to Wu Tu were aware of this habit of his.

During their time on the run, the little guy didn't sleep well, and Ross kept a close eye on it.

So when Ross went to Ultus's house, he also helped him get a Winston outfit from the butler.

Although Ross said it was just a side thing, he wouldn't have been so meticulous if he hadn't been concerned about the black worm.

The little guy hugged the clothes, looked at Ross, and seemed to have a lot to say but didn't know how to start.

As Ross turned to leave, the little guy grabbed him.

Could you stay with me for a while?

Ultus put Winston's clothes aside, and he and Ross sat down on the terrace, snuggling together on a bench and looking at the stars.

Wu Tu didn't tell Ross that, in fact, when he was with Ross, even in the car or on the road, the little guy felt very secure and could sleep peacefully.

Thank you so much for everything during this time.

Moreover, Ross had no relation to him, yet he was willing to risk his life to save him. Regardless of the reasons, in Ultus's heart, Ross had become the most reliable person besides Winston.

Even now, Ross hasn't said those words of confession; he doesn't want to use his efforts to bind Wu Tu.

Perhaps Ulva wouldn't have brought it up, but Ross might have just stayed, willingly watching over Ulva until his death.

Because Ross was on a pilgrimage, he was simply holding onto the love and courage in his heart.

Ross said:

"You don't need to thank me. This was all of my own volition; I wanted to save you."

Before Ross could finish speaking, the little guy hugged him.

The night was cool and the dew was heavy; the little guy was only wearing a thin nightgown with Ross's coat draped over it.

As the black tusk drew near, Ross could feel their hearts almost touching.

They jump at the same time.

He also felt the cool body temperature of the black ox and the hair that brushed against the back of his hand.

Ross looked down and saw Wu Tu's bright red ears.

Ross remained silent.

He held Wutu tightly, but from an angle Wutu couldn't see, Ross's face was also burning.

Their hearts were pounding, both of them feeling the same flutter of excitement.

Ross held Wu Tu upright like a steel plate until the little guy fell asleep, then carried him to the bed, placed his clothes next to Wu Tu's pillow, and only then did Ross leave.

His men all thought Ross wouldn't be coming out of the guest room tonight.

So they were all somewhat surprised when they saw Ross.

Then came a chorus of boos, their voices filled with disappointment and pity for their young master's lack of understanding.

"It's alright, young master, half an hour is a good date."

"Yes, even though you didn't have the courage to confess."

Ross has now found redemption, regained his health, and his temper has improved; he no longer has that misanthropic temper of randomly smashing things and cursing people.

The reason his subordinates dared to make such jokes was because they had watched the young master grow up and were more like family to him than family.

However, Ross gave them a look, and everyone felt a chill run down their spines, immediately admitted their mistake, and dispersed in a flurry.

The men thought to themselves that young master Ross and the young master of the Winston family were together... and given the young master's personality and temperament, it was indeed a case of them being lucky to be associated with him.

Moreover, the young master was their savior, so of course they had to respect him.

But they also clearly noticed that the young master also had feelings for the young master!

He even tugged at the young master's sleeve!

As a result, the young master is still so useless; he probably can't even say nice things!

A group of grown men who have never held a woman's hand are now anxiously worrying about their masters' love lives.

Meanwhile, the main characters at the center of the gossip had already fallen asleep, planning to fly to China early the next morning.

After they mingled on a budget flight that morning and boarded the plane with a large group of people, the counterfeiters also received the news.

"They went to China? Why don't they come and expose me?"

The fake man clutched his head, his face deathly pale. It seemed that his pressure came not only from his work, but also from the possibility of being exposed at any moment and incurring the wrath of the Winston family. That Damocles' sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any time, was what terrified him the most.

He knew that after Wutu escaped the moon's control, he was afraid and terrified almost every moment.

He wasn't afraid of being identified by Wu Tu or being exposed, but rather that Winston and his men would tear him to pieces once they learned the truth.

He stared at the video call in front of him, so flustered that he couldn't even control his expression, looking at Yue in despair:

"Tell me!! Why did he suddenly go to China?! Does he know something? Winston said a few days ago that he was on a business trip and disappeared, we haven't even seen a trace of him..."

"I...I'm about to die...is that it?"

Yue looked at him coldly: "What are you afraid of?"

"If you hadn't volunteered yourself, wanting a new identity, would I have gone to such lengths and spent so much money to reform you?"

"If he goes, you go with him and report his every move to me."

"Don't forget, they still acknowledge you as the head of the family, the Winston family's power ring is still in your hands, and you are the one who has the decision-making power."