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

To be honest, although Richard's idea was a bit radical, it was indeed the best and fastest way to achieve the desired results.

After all, China is not their territory. Only by transferring the little guy to their protection can they better safeguard him.

From then on, Wu Tu's life was smooth sailing.

Winston has the ability to help the little guy shed everything from before and start anew.

However, he did not immediately agree to Richard's proposal.

He looked at the little guy: "Let's ask Wutu for his opinion."

This is, after all, the little guy's own life.

The little guy heard his family's concern, blinked, and looked at Winston.

The doctor next to him explained:

"He just woke up and doesn't have the strength to speak yet. He'll recover gradually and eventually be able to live like a normal person. But how far he recovers depends on how well you take care of him."

Winston showed no displeasure upon hearing this.

That's enough.

Every extra minute and every extra second the little guy has now is an extra gift for Winston.

Winston walked to Ulva's side, knelt on one knee, and did so solemnly, like a knight taking an oath or a believer making a promise.

He said to the black rabbit:

"Whether you are willing to give up your previous identity or not, you will always be my child, the youngest son I acknowledge and love the most."

"Once you recover, Dad will take you to the family banquet, and I will announce to the world that you are my priceless treasure."

Having gone through this ordeal, Winston understands that what the little one needs is the unconditional love and support of his family, so Winston no longer wants to worry about so much.

He just wanted to give everything for the little one.

Upon hearing this, Wu Tu, though unable to respond, gave his father a big smile.

The little guy's hand finally grasped Winston's hand in return.

Even if Winston didn't give the crow any property, the little guy would still like him.

Winston understood what he meant.

But Winston always believed that love should never be about compromise. He wanted to give everything he had to his beloved.

……

The little guy's memories from his dreams seem to have faded away. During his recovery, Wutu has gradually regained his ability to move around on his own, and his face has become much rounder.

Everyone who meets him is captivated by his vibrant life force.

Being loved makes you grow flesh and blood like crazy.

The caregivers who have been specially hired to look after Wu Tu can hardly imagine that this little guy was once a child who was even more destitute than stray animals.

He is now the apple of his father's and his siblings' eye.

When caregivers see the little one being fawned over, they might have some guesses in their minds.

They would occasionally huddle together, marveling at Mr. Winston and the other young masters' affection for the black rabbit:

"My goodness, I really didn't expect the Winston family to cherish a child so much. Just who is this child?"

Mr. Winston's cold and unyielding attitude towards others is well-known. No matter how high his position, Winston is indifferent to everyone.

Because of who Winston is, no one would have expected that Winston would give all his tenderness to only Ulva.

This contrast is simply enviable.

Not to mention those noble young masters and ladies, they are all outstanding individuals, at the very pinnacle of humanity. If they care about someone, it's like a shower of red flowers falling from the sky.

But they frequently visited the little guy's ward, staying by Wutu's side, just like any ordinary happy family, giving all sorts of gifts to their most beloved younger brother and accompanying him through his rehabilitation.

"Could this young master be descended from a noble family of an ancient kingdom? Historically, black hair and black eyes were also symbols of wisdom and pure blood..."

They speculated that the little guy, with his innocent and naive demeanor and the happiness he was surrounded by every day, couldn't possibly come from a poor background.

"Yes, he must be a nobleman who was previously kept and protected by Winston. Given how much Mr. Winston valued him, it's quite normal for him to be kept at home until he grew up."

"After all, the young master is that kind of person, with a pampered appearance and a bad temper."

"If it were my child, I would cherish him like the apple of my eye..."

Sigh, they don't know whether to envy the young master or Mr. Winston.

No wonder they're a family with strong genes.

However, the young master's temperament is indeed unlike that of a Winston family child.

Mr. Winston and his associates' clear distinction between inside and outside the workplace would never give strangers even the slightest thought that could create illusions.

But the little guy is different.

Wu Tu always had a good temper with everyone. He would often share his gifts and fruits with the caregivers and doctors, and would even whisper in his father's ear from time to time that the doctors were working so hard taking care of him all day.

Winston then gave everyone triple the bonus.

Everyone's smiles were practically impossible to suppress.

Who wouldn't love such a wonderful young master? Who wouldn't feel sorry for him?

The crow was unaware that it was actually a very gentle and lovable child.

Deep down, he was still afraid.

In the stillness of the night, Wu Tu looked at herself in the mirror and felt that everything during the day was like a dream.

He seemed to have truly become the most precious youngest son in the old Qian family. His father doted on him, his older brothers and sisters protected him, and a group of people surrounded him like stars around the moon.

But he was terrified every day, afraid that once the clock struck twelve, he would turn into a disheveled "Cinderella" with endless chores.

He feared that when he woke up, he would still be living under someone else's roof, surrounded by dust and dark corners.

Wu Tu didn't tell anyone that the memories of being altered by Winston lingered in his mind and wouldn't go away.

He remembered his past. He would always remember his mother who protected him with her life, and he would never forget the excruciating pain when she died.

Therefore, the black worm does not want to deny its origin.

His mother gave birth to him and gave him life; he is Wutu, not anyone else.

Moreover, Wutu was afraid; in his little eyes, his aunt's family was like a curse.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to get rid of it.

In his mind, even if he fled to the ends of the earth, it felt like he would still be caught by monsters...

He felt that his aunt would find him sooner or later and ruin everything.

The black crow counted the days in its heart, hoping that the day of destruction would be delayed.

He hopes to spend more time with his family, even if it's just for a minute or a second, it would be a bonus.

"baby?"

Winston's voice suddenly interrupted Blackie's thoughts.

Winston turned on the light in the ward, illuminating the darkness around the little guy.

Wu Tu immediately came out of the bathroom, rubbed her eyes, pretended to have just woken up, and looked at Winston with teary eyes:

"Dad, what brings you here?"

Winston sighed inwardly.

The little guy probably doesn't know that he can't lie at all, nor does he realize how guilty he looks or how poorly he tries to cover it up.

There were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

Winston reached out and gently wiped away the little boy's tears with his fingertips.

Winston could understand the little guy's pitiful look even without the black rabbit saying a word.

The little guy's eyes were filled with a longing for his father's love and care, and a desire for his father to pity him.

Winston had no reason to refuse him.

So Winston reached out and, as he had held the crow as a baby, picked up the twelve-year-old crow, soothingly stroking his head and patting his back.

"Don't be afraid, my child. From now on, I will protect and guide you through your life."

"No matter what you want to do, no one will dare to stop you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tu mustered her courage and expressed her thoughts:

"I don't want to fake my death... It's not that I'm reluctant to leave my previous home, it's just that I don't want to change my identity... I am also my mother's child, a crow, and I have Chinese blood in my veins..."

"I understand." Winston didn't call him naive, nor did he deny his ideas. As before, he supported every decision he made with utmost gentleness.