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

The black cat was telling the truth.

He was sincere.

He genuinely, almost obsessively, adored Winston, as if Winston were the one who saved him from everything.

Looking at the little guy in front of him, Winston felt emotions he had never experienced before.

It was awkward, uncomfortable, bittersweet, and angry...

It's as if someone stole something that should have belonged to him.

Because, it seems that Winston later actually had someone who loved him.

But that belongs to him twenty years later.

Winston couldn't resist wanting to hold the black rabbit's hand, but in the end, he backed down.

However, Wu Tu noticed his movement, and now he didn't hesitate and grabbed Winston's hand without any hesitation.

"Dad is Dad. No matter what, you will always be my most beloved family member."

"I came here because of you, and you're still sad about this?"

Wu Tu is no longer the child who was afraid to express himself.

He was raised by Winston to be particularly good at being pampered.

Therefore, Winston, an ordinary player, is extremely easy for Ulva to defeat.

As expected, although Winston remained outwardly expressionless, his actions clearly indicated that he would not abandon the crow.

Instead of throwing the weak black rabbit away, he began to learn how to take care of it.

But sometimes Winston is also helpless.

Because this little guy who vowed to protect him was actually so fragile that he would get fevers again and again at the slightest thing, and hadn't even gotten out of bed for the past few days, so Winston had to take care of him all day long.

But Winston didn't find taking care of the crow troublesome, except that he found it noisy and that the crow kept calling "Dad, Aiden".

Perhaps it was because Wu Tu's eyes always sparkled when she looked at him.

Moreover, there was only trust in it, as if Winston was the big tree he relied on.

So Winston is now like a crow trapped in a tangle, having to tirelessly clean his body, feed him medicine and food, and serve him tea and water after he gets home.

The little guy even made a demand of him with a perfectly justified attitude:

"I want to eat Chinese food! I don't want to eat dry bread anymore, it's hitting me in the mouth! I want to eat rice, fragrant rice."

Winston sighed, "Did I continue to spoil you like this afterward? Didn't I hold you to any of the standards expected of an heir?"

To be honest, given Wu Tu's delicate nature, he simply couldn't imagine how she had survived the infighting within the Winston family.

They can eat people.

Wu Tu said:

"Because my dad loves me very much, so he didn't have strict requirements for me."

"But what do you think of the Winston family in the future—"

The little guy lay on the bed and drew out his voice.

He tossed the ring into Winston's arms:

"Look, I earned this myself, and I'm not a pushover. I'm the child you approve of."

Winston glanced at the ring; it was real.

There is only one in the world, and it is currently in the possession of Helena Rubinstein's brother, so it cannot be counterfeited.

Is this guy really going to be the future head of the family?

Winston didn't outwardly show any doubt, but Ulva noticed the uncertainty in his eyes.

Enraged, the black rabbit took a vicious bite of the dry bread, but only the crust fell off.

He said angrily:

How could you not believe me!

Winston didn't say anything, he just kept his head down and continued eating his bread.

After sulking for a while, the black rabbit quieted down, making only a "crunching" sound like a squirrel munching on a nut.

The little guy probably realized that Winston's situation wasn't good right now.

Because Winston is still looked down upon by everyone.

No one was betting on him to be their heir.

This has led to Winston now only being able to do dirty, underground jobs that don't see the light of day, with low pay, and now he also has to support a delicate black cat, making it difficult for him to make ends meet.

The little guy didn't make a fuss or ask why Winston couldn't make money.

Instead, he quietly took out a saw and began to butcher the bread with a somber expression.

Seeing his menacing expression, Winston finally understood that the little guy could also be aggressive.

He was silent for a moment, then returned the power ring to Wutu and said:

"I'll take you to a restaurant tonight, don't be angry anymore."

The thrifty DNA of the black tusk is working again:

"Don't eat out. This is all your hard-earned money. Just buy some discounted meat. I can cook. Once I'm feeling better, I'll go back to work."

As Winston watched him plan everything for their future behind the pristine white curtains, he truly felt as if they were family, as if they were relatives.

After Wu Tu's illness improved, he started going out.

The little guy actually found a job as a restaurant waiter.

It was so tiring there, the hours were long, and the fumes were so thick they were practically burning your face. Winston never imagined that such a pampered little guy would be willing to do this kind of work.

He also said that his boss praised him for being very efficient at his work.

Winston wanted to tell him to quit, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Because the little guy frequently commutes to and from get off work, people in the neighborhood are already familiar with his pretty face.

This neighborhood is close to the slums, and every now and then, children who don't go to school come here to play.

No one knew how Wu Tu became familiar with the people around him, and by the time Winston found out, he had already become the leader of the neighborhood kids.

After he gets off work, he sits on the lawn outside his house, where a group of children always surround him, listening to him tell stories.

As a result, Wu Tu picked up some bad habits from these good-for-nothing children.

For example, they don't wear shoes, and their socks are often covered in mud and grass clippings. They can't resist playing football with these kids, showing off their athletic skills.

However, when the children offer it to him something addictive, Wutu will still refuse.

When passing men whistled maliciously at the black rabbit, the little guy would give them the middle finger and swear at them with the swear words he'd learned from the older boy.

Winston: ...

Winston felt like he had aged several years recently, and he had an endless stream of discipline for the black rabbit.

He was told not to walk around barefoot, to remember to wear shoes when going out, not to not change his clothes after playing ball and sweating, and not to swear at people casually (so Winston prepared a handgun for him).

On the surface, Wu Tu pretended to be very well-behaved, but he knew that Winston was just a paper tiger.

In front of the black rabbit, Winston was a clueless new father, unlike the Winston of twenty years later who would use his authority to make the black rabbit obey.

Moreover, whether it's Winston at twenty years old or Winston twenty years later, when faced with the black tusk, they will eventually give in and start taking care of the little guy themselves.

It's like taking care of a pearl that is untouched by dust.

Therefore, Winston could only work hard without complaint.

Every day, I dress Wutu in clothes and shoes, lay out carpets at home, wash Wutu's feet, and make him go home early to change clothes and take his medicine...

The only difference between Winston and his father in his evolved form is the distance of a black clown.

At this moment, the black rabbit was still sitting on the small stool, earnestly telling Winston:

"You're quite the expert at taking care of me now! You've mastered it, Aiden!"

Winston wanted to say that the black dog was disrespectful, but then he realized that the black dog was about the same age as him now.

Winston was now unable to say anything.