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

This was the first time Winston had ever slept so soundly.

Perhaps the little guy's heartbeat is the most effective hypnotic drug he has ever used in his life.

When he woke up, it was already morning.

Winston's hand instinctively rested on the little guy's back.

Thankfully, the little one didn't wake up, otherwise he would definitely have cried again.

As Winston was thinking this, he was about to get up when he noticed that the little guy in his arms had already raised his face and was giving him a big smile.

"Daddy! Daddy... Daddy~"

The little guy seemed to have realized that he had a family member who would sleep with him, and he loved his dad so much that he kept calling for his dad all morning.

It's likely that although the little guy's biological mother loved him, given her circumstances, she couldn't provide him with a good life.

Because her mother has to go out to work, Wutu has to play by herself.

The little guy was patient because his mother told him not to make noise and to avoid the landlord's inspection.

Because his mother leaves early and returns late, the only chance the little guy gets to see her each day is in the dim light of night or in the hazy daylight.

For the first time, he had family members who could embrace him at all times and who would take the time to patiently accompany him.

"Daddy~"

The little guy has truly become a part of Winston now; even when Winston goes to wash up, he can't bear to let go of him.

Winston has never been one to indulge others, nor has he ever allowed himself to indulge in pleasure.

But when faced with his child's coquettishness and attempts to please him, he would repeatedly give in to his bottom line.

It's the same now; if the little one hugs his arm and rubs against him, he will take the initiative to wash up with the child.

When Winston came out of the bathroom, he was still holding a freshly baked, fragrant little baby with steam rising from its head.

Winston even immediately praised him to the butler:

"He can wash his face by himself."

"He also blows bubbles for himself."

Having witnessed countless great achievements and seen countless moments of extravagance, Winston, with a tone of deep emotion, solemnly praised the strengths of a two-year-old child to his butler.

It seems that if the black rabbit were willing to take a single step, Winston would immediately stand up, applaud, and unfurl a banner.

Fortunately, the butler remained calm and composed. He had seen too much in his life to ignore Winston, and even when faced with someone like him, he could still respond with a composed tone:

"Yes, the young master is smarter than other children his age."

But the butler didn't expect that Winston, who had just praised the little guy for being very independent, would then act like a doting father and be reluctant to let the little guy walk on the ground.

Even when they went to the living room for breakfast, the little guy was fought over by the young masters and ladies, as if the little guy was more tempting than any inheritance rights or shares.

Even when his older siblings pinch his cheeks and toes, the little guy is very good-natured and always smiling.

He seems to have a natural familiarity and closeness to everyone in the family, so even when his older siblings hold him, the little guy doesn't fuss.

However, he would glance at his father every now and then to make sure his father hadn't left.

The little guy was passed around in the arms of various young masters and ladies, who vied to feed him.

After watching the young masters and ladies play with the little guy with great curiosity for a long time, the butler couldn't bear to watch any longer.

He had to rescue the little guy from a group of clueless young people.

The little guy, with his cheeks red from being pinched, looked up at the butler grandpa.

The butler said helplessly:

"The young master is already two years old, so he still needs to exercise properly on his own."

"A two-year-old child can get out of bed and feed himself."

Winston, who had clearly seen the little guy walking on his own last night, was now speaking with a perfectly normal expression:

"Really? I didn't know."

The butler sighed:

"Mr. Winston..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little guy offered the cookie he had received to the butler's grandfather's mouth.

"Grandpa eats, Grandpa eats the puppy."

The little guy noticed that the butler, who was standing to the side taking care of the family, hadn't eaten.

The little guy didn't know what work was; he just thought it had to be fair, and that Grandpa needed to eat too.

So the little guy gave his favorite puppy-shaped cookies, which he had hidden away, to Grandpa Butler.

The housekeeper could hardly bring himself to say anything about letting the little guy walk on his own.

His smile made the wrinkles on his face even more pronounced, but he didn't look as rigid and serious as before; he looked like a kind elder genuinely taking care of his grandson.

"Okay, thank you, baby."

Hearing the butler's words, the little guy covered his mouth and chuckled softly.

Hehe~

Once he was back in his father's arms, the little guy whispered in his father's ear:

"Dad, I have a secret to tell you. Grandpa says I'm a treasure!"

Winston couldn't help but smile slightly.

"You are our precious child."

Upon hearing this, the little guy immediately reciprocated, loudly proclaiming:

"Daddy is my baby too!"

Richard, standing next to him, nearly dropped his fork.

Although the little guy's words were somewhat funny, he couldn't apply them to Winston.

But he couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

He also wanted such a sweet child to call him brother, to act cute towards him, and to feed him cookies.

Unfortunately, he had too many competitors.

There is only one father, but there are many brothers.

Richard had only held the little guy for a short while, but the sensation of pinching the little guy's cheek still lingered on his fingertips.

A baby's skin is very delicate, and the little guy has East Asian genes and rarely goes out to be exposed to the sun, so his skin is even better.

It feels like pudding to the touch, soft, smooth, and bouncy, with a milky scent like baby face cream. Richard's cuteness overload almost kicked in, and he wanted to take a big bite of the little guy.

But this little guy is so soft and has so many tears. If he were really bitten, he would definitely cry.

Richard could only suppress his impulse as he watched the little guy chirp and twitter in Winston's arms like a little bird.

"He's so sweet..."

Lilith, standing nearby, remarked, "This child is so unlike any other in our family."

"If I could have a child like this in the future, I think I would be willing to get married."

Cyrus chimed in, "Why don't you just oust Winston from his position as head of the family sooner and inherit everything from him, including the little guy? That would be much faster than having him yourself."

The butler standing behind them shook his head upon hearing this and sighed silently: ...

The Winston family has this kind of style, which is indeed out of place with soft, cuddly cubs.

They value efficiency, have weak family ties, and are rational and indifferent.

However, they now both have a weakness and a constraint called the Black Crow.

These fanatical lunatics will give the little guy the love he wants.

Unreserved, all of my love.

It will provide care that leaves the insecure and the invisible with nowhere to hide.