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

To become himself?

The little guy is too young to understand this principle.

However, he still thanked Grandpa Lauren politely and hung up the phone.

Lauren listened to the other end of the line; Winston's call was still going on, and she could hear his steady breathing. The two of them remained silent.

This was the first time Lauren had spoken to Winston since he was six years old.

This was the first time Winston had taken the initiative to speak to Lauren:

"...How should I raise my child?"

They should have been father and son, but they were completely estranged, like strangers.

If Winston and Helena were enemies, blood relatives, or people with a mixture of hatred and familial affection, then Lauren would have been an even fainter impression on Winston.

Because the Winston family only cares about people who are valuable.

Winston had previously underestimated Lauren.

In his eyes, Lauren was nothing more than Helena's appendage.

He's just a lover; there's not much he can exploit. Helena only cares about the gentle and considerate nature of this type of man, and she'll probably get tired of him soon.

He felt no need for any blood ties.

But now that he has the black rabbit, Winston finally remembers that when he was a child, Lauren had also traveled a long way to the monastery, reaching out to him like any other parent, wanting to take him in.

Was Lauren's feeling at that time the same as when he first met the black rabbit?

Although Winston wouldn't have longed to live with his father before, he wouldn't now.

But he felt that Lauren should be a gentle person and a good father in the conventional sense.

So he asked about it.

This was something Winston had been struggling with for a long time.

How could he do better? How could he become a father that the crow would like even more?

Even though he is a good father now, even Winston still feels anxious that he might not be good enough or thorough enough in some way.

Love is always a feeling of indebtedness.

Lauren sighed and said in a gentle tone:

"You are more responsible than most fathers in the world. I don't have much to teach you, after all, I haven't personally witnessed a child grow up."

Winston was silent for a moment, and just when Lauren thought Winston was about to hang up, Winston said:

"We will all witness it. We will witness the little one grow into a healthy, happy person."

"You have some free time, come over and have a cup of tea."

This was the first time Winston had personally invited Lauren to visit the estate.

There was no other reason than that he was Grandpa Wutu.

Lauren's long-awaited family was brought to her by the black rabbit.

Lauren sat in the study for a long time before raising her hand to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye.

The little guy is the glue that holds everyone together; he's the one who keeps this family firmly together.

No matter who it is in the family, they will all admit it.

Winston's lips curled up slightly at the thought.

He had no idea how this silly boy could talk so much with all his family members every day, or how he could take care of everyone while maintaining a harmonious balance in the family.

He had no idea how many Winston members his arrival had changed...

He is not a useless child; he is an indispensable treasure of the entire Winston family.

If the Black Tortoise were to disappear one day, the entire Winston family would probably go crazy.

The little guy really underestimates his own importance.

Winston hadn't told Ultus any of this.

Even before he reached adulthood, Wu Tu had already become a household name and a superstar.

He had grown a lot, becoming even more handsome, with a captivating charm nurtured by his red-haired demeanor. He gradually came to understand some things that Winston hadn't told him.

However, perhaps because of his gentle temperament and his sickly and fragile appearance, he always attracts a lot of random people.

Security measures around Wutu have been upgraded several times.

However, the little guy still inevitably experienced several kidnappings.

The story begins with him receiving expensive gifts from anonymous senders.

No matter where Wu Tu is, that person will know Wu Tu's whereabouts, whether it's at the hotel where Wu Tu is filming, at a place where Wu Tu is out having fun, or in the lounge of Wu Tu's company, and will send him a beautiful piece of jewelry.

Wu Tu didn't suspect anything at first. He just thought it was a gift from a fan that a staff member had casually placed at the door for him.

The little guy smelled the vibrant pink rose on the gift box and even posted a tweet in a good mood.

But gradually, no matter where he went, this special gift always followed him, and from time to time, a special gift box with a pink rose would appear at his door.

The gift boxes sometimes contain jewelry, sometimes clothes and shoes, all custom-made to Wutu's size and quite valuable.

That person never revealed any information to Wutu.

The little guy initially thought it was a sasaeng fan, so he covered his tracks even more tightly.

Later, when he finished filming alone, a Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of Wutu, and an assistant who looked like an elite handed Wutu the gift box and invited him to get in the car.

"Mr. Wutu, my master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Wu Tu could tell from this person's appearance that he was no ordinary person.

The person who could withstand the pressure from the entire Winston family and secretly invite him must be no ordinary person.

But Wu Tu was very cautious and did not blindly follow suit onto the vehicle:

"Who is your owner? Is it the gentleman who always brings me gifts?"

The assistant spoke up: "Yes, Mr. Wutu, the master wishes to see you; he is a devoted fan of yours."

Wu Tu politely declined:

"If he wants to see me, he can come here in person. I will personally show him around the company and thank him for his continued support."

"But I'm sorry, I can't go with you."

But when the assistant heard Wu Tu's refusal, he gently shook his head.

Before Wu Tu could ask what it meant, someone suddenly approached from behind and covered his mouth and nose.

When the little one woke up again, he was in an unfamiliar environment.

Wu Tu was dressed in a layered, gorgeous, and beautiful snow-white gauze dress.

It looks like a white pearl set off by flower petals.

The jewelry and even the yarn on the garments are made from expensive materials.

He was locked in a golden cage, looking around blankly.

"Don't be nervous," a well-dressed nobleman appeared. "You always refuse my gifts and don't wear the jewelry I give you, which is very unbecoming of your taste, so I want to adorn you myself."

For the first time, Wu Tu frowned. He disliked this person's words, but still tried his best to remain polite.

"I am not an object. Thank you for your kindness, but whether I accept your gift or wear it is my own choice."

"Please let me leave; you can't restrict my personal freedom."

The nobleman looked at him and smiled.

He seemed to completely disregard the crow's wishes, treating it solely as a work of art:

"You are so beautiful, like an angel beside God... Jehovah above, how can you waste such beauty?"

Once the black worm realized this, it could only focus its attention on its surroundings and try to escape.

Unfortunately, the black worm could not find any exit that could be pried open by human force.

This golden cage was built over a very long time, requiring enormous effort and was entirely premeditated.

He had no way to escape; he was trapped in this golden cage like a captured bird with its wings clipped.

It's pitiful, pathetic, yet it still possesses a kind of beauty that makes you want to destroy it.

The man snapped his fingers, and lyrical music filled the hall. He then slowly smiled at Wutu.

Do you know this song?