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

How could a father who loves his son so much not be in pain and suffer when he learns that his little one is missing?

The black rabbit couldn't help but soothe Winston's unease.

Winston always wished he could take all the pain for Ulva. How could the little guy not imagine how anxious his family must have been after they couldn't find him?

Wu Tu clung to her father for a long time before finally calming down a bit.

Winston was worried that crying would hurt his eyes, so he brought an ice pack and applied it to his eyes while also pampering and comforting him, treating the little boy like a baby.

Winston even prepared small cakes for the little guy at home, knowing that eating something sweet would make him less sad.

Even when Winston was busy preparing ice packs, pouring water, and getting cake for him, the little guy would still follow Winston around pointlessly, tugging at Winston's clothes like a little shadow.

He was afraid that he would lose sight of his father again in the blink of an eye.

Winston, of course, was extremely pleased; if he could do that, he would simply put the black tusk in his pocket and take it with him wherever he went.

"Are you hungry? Daddy will cook for you."

Winston rarely cooks, but he's not incapable of cooking.

Moreover, Winston has been raising black tusks for so long, so he has naturally learned how to cook some simple Chinese home-style dishes.

Winston's signature dishes are always the ones that Blackie loves to eat the most.

Although the little one didn't have the chance to taste his mother's cooking, Winston's skills became a part of his memories.

The little boy clung to his father's shoulder, watching his father cook noodles for him, and he felt especially happy.

Meanwhile, counterfeiters were lurking in the coffee shop at the entrance of Wutu Community.

After entering the residential area, Wu Tu did not come out again, while the counterfeit goods had been sitting in the coffee shop at the entrance for a whole day.

His subordinates urged him to go back, but he was uneasy and looked on edge.

He was forced to leave the coffee shop just before it was about to close.

But as soon as he stepped out of the store, he ran into Yu Jue, who was out for a stroll after dinner.

Behind Yu Jue was Xie Yi, his junior teammate who had previously fought alongside Wu Tu in the Olympics.

They saw the "black rabbit" from afar and started waving enthusiastically:

"When did you return to China? Why didn't you tell us?"

Yu Jue and Wu Tu had a close relationship; Yu Jue was practically Wu Tu's elder. He immediately stepped forward and tapped the fake man on the head a few times.

"You little rascal, you haven't called me in so long! Do you know how much your coach worries about you every day?"

The counterfeit was hit on the head and instinctively felt ashamed and angry, but facing Yu Jue, he could only put on a gentle attitude:

I was busy with something and didn't have time to call you...

The counterfeiter wanted to find an excuse to slip away, because the only family he was familiar with was the Winston family and the little guy's network of relationships abroad.

He only had a general understanding of the people in China; he wasn't very familiar with them.

Moreover, counterfeiters don't have any fancy tricks up their sleeves, and he was afraid that if he kept talking, he would be exposed.

But Yu Jue wasn't the type to let him leave so easily.

Chinese people are quite enthusiastic when they meet acquaintances.

Seeing that Wu Tu looked uneasy, Yu Jue assumed he was in a bad mood, so he immediately tried to take him out to eat.

Unable to deny the counterfeit goods, he was taken to a roadside restaurant.

He was even clumsy with chopsticks, frequently failing to pick up food while eating. So the fake could only eat the small dishes in front of him without tasting them, while giving his subordinates meaningful glances, ready to leave at any moment.

But as Yu Jue continued speaking, the conversation turned to figure skating:

"During the previous ice show, the leaders said that there were too few Chinese elements in your performance."

Yu Jue sighed: "Chinese elements... We also want to bring Chinese elements to the world, but holding ice shows abroad is completely different from doing it in China."

"By the way, didn't you say you had an idea before? A choreography with Chinese elements? When can I see it?"

The fake seller chuckled: "I recently sprained my ankle, so I can't dance..."

Yu Jue was taken aback, quite surprised: "How did you sprain your ankle? You've always been very careful about your feet!"

The counterfeiter choked for a moment and could only frantically make excuses:

"Well, I was attacked earlier, and in the panic, I didn't notice."

As you know, there are many more people and guns abroad, and it's very free.

Seeing this, Yu Jue didn't know what to say, and could only ask:

"So what style were you planning to incorporate? I saw you watching a video before, but I didn't pay attention. Was it Peking Opera? Or the recently popular Nuo Opera?"

The counterfeiters wouldn't know these things, and they stammered and couldn't answer.

I don't know, I haven't decided yet.

Yu Jue thought Wu Tu was nervous, and answered seriously:

"Actually, this kind of arrangement is very difficult, and only you can handle it and express both the form and the performance. I would recommend that you choreograph classic pieces like 'The Butterfly Lovers' or 'Farewell My Concubine'."

Which one do you think is more suitable?

Realizing that continuing the conversation about counterfeit goods would expose the deception, I could only say something casually:

I haven't decided yet. Maybe I won't add these things; it's too much trouble. Isn't it enough that I dance well?

Yu Jue's expression changed instantly.

"Troublesome? If you think it's troublesome, does that mean you don't want to continue down that path?"

"You're the one who told me this, that you want to promote Chinese culture to the whole world."

He couldn't keep up the act, so he simply stopped. Anyway, he didn't think Yu Jue and the others were important. If they found out his identity, he would just threaten them.

[Chinese culture is scarce, and it's almost lost its essence; not many people remember it anymore, right? How does this help me?]

[I'm now the head of a wealthy family, why should I bother promoting any kind of culture? What benefit would that bring me?]

Yu Jue looked at the counterfeit goods and answered firmly:

"You are not a crow."

The counterfeiter smiled nonchalantly:

Whether I'm a crow or not is none of your business. Shut your mouths, and I can give you enough money to live comfortably in your old age…

If you leak this information, I will make sure you and your disciple's family never have peace.

Despite the threat of counterfeit goods, Yu Jue remained calm and quickly dialed the police.

"Hey? Comrade, there's a spy here, yes, a fake one. They're threatening our safety. Okay, fine, we'll wait here."

Counterfeit goods: ...

The counterfeiter was furious and glared at them, but he knew that being detained by the police would cause more trouble, so he could only flee with his men immediately.

The junior student next to me asked, "Should we chase after them?"

Yu Jue slapped his head: "Why are you chasing him? Didn't you see how many people were in his car? And they all looked menacing."

"Go back quickly and lock the door."

Yu Jue was about to call Wu Tu via WeChat, but then worried that the other end might still be a fake manipulator.

He was worried about the little one's safety.

Just then, a hand patted Yu Jue on the shoulder.