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

Anger almost consumed Winston's thoughts.

But he didn't even dare to clench his fist tightly, afraid of hurting the child.

The first thing Winston did wasn't to take the child to dance class, but to take him out for a nice meal.

He knew that people who had been starving for a long time could not digest high-protein and high-fat foods, so he could only feed the little guy some soup and vegetables.

The little guy, who had been standing all day, finally got to eat, and his complexion became much rosier.

He watched helplessly as Winston stayed with him throughout the meal, while Winston himself didn't touch a single bite, busy taking care of him.

He was incredibly uneasy seeing Winston's habitual demeanor.

But whenever he tried to speak, Winston would anticipate what he wanted to say and, as if on purpose, feed him spoonful by spoonful.

"Mr. Winston...chew...I can eat by myself...chew...you don't need to take care of me..."

Even though the hotel looked very expensive, Winston lied to the little guy, saying he was going to eat with him, and that's how the little guy agreed to go.

...But the food here is really delicious.

The little guy wished he had two mouths, and Winston knew him too well, so the little guy could only eat obediently the whole time and couldn't protest.

Looking at the little guy's cheeks puffing out, Winston felt the warmth of a father looking at his child.

Taking care of children can be addictive.

However, Winston was unaware that this only applied to taking care of well-behaved children; there was also a category of "bratty kids" in the world.

The little guy touched his bulging belly and realized he hadn't eaten this much in a long time.

Winston, standing nearby, naturally pulled out a tissue to wipe the little guy's mouth, glanced at the little guy's tummy to make sure his tiny stomach couldn't hold any more, and then took the little guy out.

Winston and the little guy drove to the ice rink that Winston had booked specifically for him.

The little guy thought it was just a regular dance studio, but he didn't expect that the first floor would be such a big ice rink.

Winston casually remarked, "It was originally for commercial use, so I just bought it."

The little guy felt completely overwhelmed by the power of money.

For the first time in his life, he felt a touch of envy.

So this is what real rich people are like!

The little guy was already amazed by the ice rink, but to his surprise, Winston continued to explain:

"The second floor has a dance studio and a gym, while the third floor has a restaurant and lounge, which are still under renovation."

"I also hired the coach, a former ice dancer named Geleria who won two World Championship gold medals and an Olympic silver medal."

"And there's also Kylan, a professional baseball player currently playing for the Boston Flying Birds, who will be in charge of planning your physical recovery training."

"This is Lilith, the silver medalist in longboard downhill, the champion in ski jumping, and an extreme sports enthusiast."

Halfway through the introduction, Winston suddenly paused at the two men standing behind him.

"...These two are the assistant coach and life assistant, Richard and Cyrus, who will help you with your nutrition plan."

Cyrus complained, "Don't talk like that! It makes me sound like a nobody."

"I am, after all, a shareholder on the group's board of directors and the next heir to the family fortune. All of the family's emerging businesses originated from my subordinates!"

Seeing this, Kylan, standing nearby, revealed an arrogant expression. He knew the little guy was on his side; they were both athletic, and he was eagerly hoping the little guy would be tricked into playing baseball with him.

Although the little one still needs to eat more, grow bigger, and get better.

But in the future, it will definitely be possible!

Kylan mocks Cyrus:

"So what if you're amazing? The little guy's never even heard of you. You can't help him, so you're just a useless older brother."

Cyrus felt his fist was harder than ever before.

Although teachers have always told them not to fight with their siblings, they still have a million ways to prank each other.

They elbowed each other when Winston couldn't see them.

The little guy in front of Winston felt he had so much to complain about that he didn't know where to begin.

This small place was casually transformed into a luxurious kingdom by Winston.

How come all the coaches they hire are such amazing people?

My mother had tried every possible means, pulling strings and running around, treating people to meals and giving red envelopes, to find a coach for my younger brother. But in the face of these highly qualified and prestigious instructors, the coach was easily defeated.

And then there are two incredibly handsome guys who seem to have joined them just to make up the numbers...

Wu Tu felt like she was dreaming.

But he secretly picked at the cut on his arm, and it hurt again.

And in the time that followed, everyone treated him very kindly and cherished him, as if the black ox were their family.

Oh, and that Russian coach from the snow country who was supposed to teach him the real stuff.

The coach looked very strict, but when the little guy wasn't looking, the coach turned his head and said to Winston:

"It's a real pity, he's very talented."

"If his family had nurtured and cared for him properly, he might be able to compete now."

Winston said confidently, "It's alright, I can raise him properly."

"Thank you for your hard work during this time."

The coach shook his head: "I'm not working hard. The price you're offering is enough for me to cancel everything else and just train him."

However, because the little guy is in poor health and needs to be properly cared for, and you can't rush things, he simply went on the ice to demonstrate his skills.

When he came down from the ice, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat and his eyes wet, and ran toward Winston, Winston almost opened his arms to embrace the black rabbit.

It was the little guy's hesitant steps as he approached that brought him back to his senses.

At this point in time, he wasn't yet the baby's father.

Winston couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

The black crow in front of him asked softly, "Is it okay... I'm a skater, is it possible...?"

He didn't even have the courage to ask Mr. Winston if he could be sponsored.

There are so many amazing kids.

The little guy was happy that Winston was willing to let him come here and experience it.

After whispering those words, Wu Tu blushed.

He bowed deeply to Winston at a full ninety-degree angle, then darted to the side and began to take off the warm coat Winston had given him, his hands trembling.

Winston walked over and patted his head:

"Why are you running away before I've even said anything?"

"You skate so well, even the coach says you have talent."

The black rabbit was stunned.

He never expected that the words of praise and recognition he had always longed for would come from someone he had only met a few times.

but……

This is the first time he's been praised...

Could someone as useless and worthless as myself really have such shining merits?

Winston reached out and finally hugged the little one.

He noticed the little guy's lack of confidence, so he asked him:

"Would you entrust your life to me?"

Wu Tu never imagined that sponsoring others was not as simple as it sounds.

Winston's words carried such weight that they almost became the foundation of his entire life.

Just like... his father.

If Winston really were his father.

Even Wu Tu couldn't help but have such thoughts.

But he quickly suppressed the idea.

Because Winston will become another child's father.

He himself had a hard life, and the little guy didn't want any other children to suffer like him.

But it would be so wonderful to be the child of someone as gentle and kind as Winston…

Winston, holding the child he had painstakingly lured back from others time and time again, was unaware that the little guy's romantic feelings for him were already incredibly strong.

He had no idea that in the little guy's eyes, his image was completely different from the terrifying image others saw him in.