Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 409 I Have a Playboy CEO Dad 1

(Three thousand words have been added after the previous chapter.)

If Rong Yu were to say such irresponsible things in front of Old Master Rong, he would probably get a beating from him again.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zhao listened silently to his inner thoughts, trying to figure out what this scumbag father really meant. He didn't notice Rong Yu cautiously approaching him, and was pulled over by the hand, immediately bumping into Rong Yu's broad embrace.

"bad....."

Before he could utter a single word, Rong Yu covered his mouth.

"Shh, Zhao Zhao, be good." Rong Yu hugged Zhao Zhao in his arms and gently patted his back. "Your health is so poor, and you love to cry."

His eyes were filled with complex emotions as he slowly sighed.

"...I've never seen a child more troublesome than you." But the old man protected him, daring not to hit or scold him.

He never imagined that he would eventually be completely dominated by a child.

Rong Yu's embrace was always different for Zhao Zhao. His gentle touch on her back instantly calmed her restless mood.

"Rong Yu".

Rong Yu paused, rarely hearing a normal name from Zhao Zhao's mouth. He was almost moved to tears, but thankfully, he held back and asked softly, "Um, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong with your legs?"

Rong Yu: "......"

[Of course it was the old man who did it, but how could I let Zhaozhao know about something so embarrassing? It would be too humiliating.]

The cub's eyes were clear and pure, as if it were just curiosity. Rong Yu endured the pain and took two steps normally, then laughed and said, "What's wrong with my leg? Isn't it perfectly normal? Zhao Zhao, you're probably confused from crying."

A dead duck has a tough mouth.

Where Rong Yu couldn't see, Zhao Zhao silently rolled his eyes. This time, it was his turn to be speechless at his father's obsession with saving face.

Grandpa hit me; it was my own doing, nothing to be ashamed of.

Seeing him still gently patting her back as he walked around the room to comfort her, Zhao Zhao, whose eyes were red from crying for so long, looked up and pouted, "I don't want you to hold me, I want Grandpa to hold me."

Zhao Zhao holds grudges and refuses to get close to him.

Upon hearing this, Rong Yu paused in his actions, a strange pang of sadness rising in his heart. "...Sigh, Zhao Zhao."

This was the umpteenth time he had sighed helplessly. The child in his arms was very domineering and had no say in anything. If he didn't want to be held, he wouldn't let him, and the child kept kicking and thrashing in his arms.

Helpless, Rong Yu put Zhao Zhao down on the ground and squatted down to be at Zhao Zhao's eye level. He opened his mouth, trying to exercise his fatherly authority to give him a good talking-to, but the child in front of him was exquisitely beautiful, with a cute and tender face full of tear stains, which was very heartbreaking to see.

After a long silence, she finally said, "Do you really dislike me that much?" She wasn't even willing to hug me a little longer.

There was even a hint of grievance in his words.

Rong Yu was indeed trying to soften his stance towards Zhao Zhao, but Zhao Zhao refused to accept it. She stubbornly turned her head away and said defiantly, "Mingming, you were the one who disliked me first."

"If you don't like me, why should I like you?"

The child's tearful words rang in Rong Yu's ears, and for a moment, he actually felt that Zhao Zhao was right.

Yeah, what right does he have to demand that Zhao Zhao like him? Is it because he's ignored her since she was born?

"I understand. If you don't like it... then you don't like it." Rong Yu sighed, reaching out to wipe away the tears on Zhao Zhao's cheeks. A hint of guilt and tenderness flashed in his usually indifferent eyes.

Zhao Zhao was listening carefully to his thoughts, but unexpectedly, Rong Yu, who always said one thing and thought another, was now thinking and saying things that were not consistent, and even had some self-reproach.

That's...unbelievable.

He thought that if it weren't for his mind-reading ability, given his personality, he probably would never have heard these words in his life.

"Alright, let's go downstairs for dinner. Grandpa's probably waiting for you."

Rong Yu continued to carry Zhao Zhao, his slightly limping leg holding him steadily, while Zhao Zhao heard Rong Yu's incessant inner monologue.

[Holy crap! Damn it! That hurts so much! That old man hit me so hard, why didn't he just kill me?!]

[It hurts so much! It hurts so much!.......]

With almost every step he took, he would hear someone say, "It hurts so much!" which was completely at odds with his nonchalant demeanor.

Sigh, Zhao Zhao sighed. What a proud and childish father.

"Knock down."

"My dear grandson, dinner's ready~" Just then, there was a knock on the door. Rong Yu opened the door and, sure enough, it was the old man.

"Dad." Rong Yu's expression was puzzling. Zhao Zhao's loud crying hadn't attracted his father's attention. Could he have been eavesdropping at the door the whole time?

What kind of respectable chairman likes to eavesdrop? I'm really impressed. I wonder how long he's been doing this.

Seeing him reach out to him, Rong Yu, carrying Zhao Zhao, took a step forward, pretending not to see him, and said, "Let's go downstairs for dinner. What are you standing there for?"

She didn't want to hand Zhaozhao over to him; she had worked so hard to win him over, why would she so easily give him away?

The two figures before me, the taller one with a slender and upright build, now looked down gently with tender eyes, smiling lovingly at the child in her arms, no longer displaying the coldness and ruthlessness of the past.

There was a rare moment of warmth between the father and son.

Grandpa Rong was very pleased and finally smiled at his son. He patted Rong Yu on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Hold Zhao Zhao tight."

As she spoke, she glanced at his legs and thought to herself that beating him up really worked, and now he was much more considerate.

It seems that "spare the rod and spoil the child," so I'll have to keep beating him.

Hearing his grandfather's and father's voices at the same time, Zhao Zhao couldn't help but laugh. Rong Yu was in so much pain, but his grandfather was actually thinking about beating him again in the future.

"Zhao Zhao, what are you laughing at so happily?" Rong Yu glanced at his son's smiling face and couldn't help but laugh as well.

Children's moods really come and go; they were crying just a moment ago, and now they're laughing.

However, this little rascal seems to have never smiled at me like that before. In my memory, Zhao Zhao's face always turns from sunny to cloudy whenever he sees me, but he always smiles when he sees his father.

Just like this time.

Zhao Zhao listened to his thoughts, gave a haughty snort, and then silently suppressed her laughter.

That scumbag dad doesn't deserve to see him smile.

……

Dinner consisted entirely of Zhao Zhao's favorite dishes. This time, Rong Yu fed Zhao Zhao without complaining, and Zhao Zhao, unusually, did not resist.

As Rong Yu watched, he found the scene incredibly heartwarming and rare. It was unbelievable; in the past, feeding a child would have been a pipe dream.

but now......

The usually well-behaved Zhao Zhao suddenly stopped opening her mouth, her bright eyes staring straight at him. Rong Yu lowered his eyes and said gently, "Zhao Zhao, open your mouth."

Extraordinary patience.

Zhao Zhao still turned his head away, saying, "I won't eat." He even struggled to jump off his lap, just to challenge his bottom line.

"My dear grandson, what's wrong? Why do you suddenly not want to eat?"

Grandpa Rong, who was watching them with a smile, looked over with a puzzled yet kind gaze. Seeing that Zhao Zhao was still struggling, he put down his chopsticks and came to Rong Yu's side.

"Come here, Grandpa will hold you."

"it is good."

Zhao Zhao immediately reached out her hand to him. The grandfather and granddaughter looked at each other in a harmonious and loving way, which made Rong Yu's mouth twitch.

"No, Zhao Zhao, what did I do to offend you again?" Rong Yu, unwilling to accept the situation, wanted to argue, but Zhao Zhao ignored him, which made him feel quite disheartened.

He was completely baffled. He was feeding his little darling just fine, so why did she suddenly start acting up?

Zhao Zhao leaned on Grandpa Rong's shoulder and gave Rong Yu a defiant grin.

Rong Yu saw it, bared his teeth and pretended to scare Zhao Zhao by raising his fist. Zhao Zhao's eyes narrowed as she glanced to the side. Rong Yu followed her gaze and found his father looking at him with an expression that said, "You rebellious son, you're asking for a beating."

"What are you doing? Are you going to hit him again?" Old Master Rong said in a deep voice, and directly carried Zhao Zhao away.

"No, Dad, this kid provoked me, you just didn't see it."

Grandpa Rong saw it all, but said, "Zhao Zhao is still sick, can't you be a little more considerate of him?"

He had just recovered from a fever, but his fever has been recurring for the past two days, leaving him feeling very weak.

As Rong Yu watched, his voice softened, "Alright."

Since returning from the racetrack, Rong Yu still felt extremely flustered even after seeing Zhao Zhao, especially when he was by Zhao Zhao's bedside while she was sleeping. He felt helpless to the extreme, as if he was losing something.

Seeing Zhao Zhao's resistance to him now, he suddenly realized that with Zhao Zhao's vengeful nature, would she ever forgive him in this lifetime?

Rong Yu felt a little regretful, after all, it seemed that she had become somewhat concerned about him.

......

After taking a shower early in the evening, Rong Yu was about to play with Zhao Zhao for a while when Ye Yu suddenly called on his phone.

The moment the call connected, the guy started yelling at him, "You fucking Rong Yu, what's with this sudden change of heart?! Do you look down on me?! You...!"

Then came another barrage of words. Rong Yu casually picked up his phone, waited for him to finish, and then nonchalantly picked at his ear. "Finished? Get lost, don't bother me!"

"Fuck you, Rong Yu..."

"Knock...knock".

There was a knock at the door, but Rong Yu wasn't in the mood to argue with him and hung up the phone immediately.

Looking towards the doorway, a smile appeared in her eyes. "Who is it?"

"Your young master~"

A child's sweet, innocent voice came from the doorway, and this time Rong Yu's voice was tinged with amusement, "Why is my young master looking for me?"

He hurriedly went to open the door, only to see Zhao Zhao in a pink nightgown, holding a pink doll. Rong Yu was stunned; his son seemed to be radiating pink bubbles.

"Rong Yu~ play with my dolls~" Zhao Zhao was in a good mood at the moment, and specially hugged his favorite doll and put on his favorite pajamas.

Seeing Rong Yu staring at him without moving, Zhao Zhao frowned. "You stinky Rong Yu, if you don't play with me, I won't look for you anymore." With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Rong Yu grabbed his doll's ear, his expression indescribable. "Do you really like pink that much?"

[Damn, from a distance, you'd think it was a girl.]

The boy drastically altered the girl's appearance, leaving Rong Yu heartbroken.

Zhao Zhao got angry again, and started hitting him with the doll, yelling, "It's none of your business, you stinky Rong Yu!"