Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 406 I Have a Playboy CEO Dad 1

Zhao Zhao only glanced at Rong Yu before their eyes met. Startled, he immediately turned and hugged his grandfather's arm, burying his face in his chest and saying sweetly, "Grandpa~"

"My dear grandson, what's wrong?" Grandpa Rong gently patted his back.

On the stairs, Rong Yu's lips curled slightly as he thought, [This little thing, her shy demeanor is more pleasing to the eye than his feigning shy little lover.]

Upon hearing his innermost thoughts, Zhao Zhao suddenly stiffened, then angrily raised her head and shouted at Rong Yu, "Rong Yu, you have no heart!"

Rong Yu, who was inexplicably accused, looked puzzled: "What did I do wrong?"

Seeing this, Grandpa Rong immediately defended Rong Yu, saying, "What have you done to upset Zhao Zhao again? Also, if you're going upstairs, hurry up and go, don't get in the way here."

Rong Yu was very annoyed and cursed inwardly, "[That wretched old man, that wretched child.]"

Rong Yu was too lazy to reason with these two hot-tempered old men and young children. He had already skipped work for several days, and the accumulated work had piled up, so he needed to go back and deal with it as soon as possible.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, it was late at night. Rong Yu closed his eyes briefly, intending to rest, but he almost fell asleep.

Just then, there was a knock on the study door.

"Please come in!"

The person who pushed open the door and walked in was none other than Aunt Wang, the nanny who was specifically responsible for taking care of Zhao Zhao. Rong Yu perked up, lazily rubbed his forehead, and casually asked, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

However, Aunt Wang looked very anxious. She quickly walked up to Rong Yu and said anxiously, "Sir, the young master has a fever tonight. Although he took fever-reducing medicine, he just won't fall asleep and keeps asking you to stay with him."

Upon hearing this news, Rong Yu slowly straightened up, his expression changing slightly. However, he wasn't overly surprised.

After all, his son gets sick almost every week, and this has become a regular occurrence.

"Sick again?" Rong Yu muttered softly.

“Yes, sir.” Aunt Wang nodded. “And this time the illness seems to be more serious than before.”

"Is my dad also awake?" Compared to Zhao Zhao, Rong Yu was more worried that his elderly father was being disturbed and unable to sleep.

"The old gentleman is coaxing the young master in his room, so of course he's not asleep yet," Aunt Wang replied.

"I knew it," Rong Yu sighed, feeling a headache coming on, and once again lamented how troublesome it was to raise a child.

When he arrived at Zhao Zhao's room, to his surprise, there were no noisy cries from the cubs, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Zhao lay obediently on the bed with his eyes closed, his face somewhat pale. Grandpa Rong looked at him with a face full of worry, his heart aching for him.

Seeing Rong Yu approach, he greeted her without even looking up, "Zhao Zhao has been calling you. Why don't you sleep with him tonight?"

Rong Yu frowned slightly. "I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Going to work and putting my son to sleep don't conflict."

Grandpa Rong's face darkened. "Stop making excuses. You must stay with Zhaozhao today no matter what."

"Besides, he was sick and kept thinking about you while he had a fever. Didn't you feel any heartache when you heard that?"

To be honest, Rong Yu wasn't really heartbroken; at most, he just felt a slight tightness in his chest.

But seeing his elderly father's tired expression, he compromised and said, "I know, I'll stay with him. You go and get some rest."

……

The cozy children's room has two beds: a small bed with railings for Zhao Zhao to sleep in, and a large adult bed for her to sleep in.

Everything inside was arranged according to Zhao Zhao's preferences; the pink room was filled with pink plush toys and delicate pink ornaments.

Before going to sleep, Rong Yu stood around the room, examining all the things, and then examined the baby on the bed who had taken the medicine and was asleep, looking like a baby covered in pink bubbles.

One can't help but wonder if he's raising a lovely daughter, or a spoiled, arrogant son.

"You brat, you're such a big boy, why do you like pink dolls?" Rong Yu didn't care whether Zhao Zhao was asleep or not, and picked up a doll's foot to poke his little bottom.

Zhao Zhao turned over in annoyance and ignored him.

"Zhaozhao, are you a princess?"

"Zhaozhao, wake up and answer me before you go back to sleep." He persistently poked the cub's little body, his eyes slightly lowered, his expression indifferent, never expecting what the consequences would be if a cub with a bad temper in the morning were woken up.

Seeing that Zhao Zhao slowly opened her eyes, she bent down and said again, "Boys shouldn't like pink dolls, it makes them lack masculinity, you know?"

When Zhao Zhao opened her eyes, she saw Rong Yu's enlarged, expressionless, and serious handsome face, and at the same time, she heard him again and again complaining about her liking for pink things.

Their eyes met. Rong Yu didn't know if Zhao Zhao understood, but he knew that after getting close to his face, he was slapped by the dazed but angry Zhao Zhao.

Zhao Zhao didn't hold back, so a small handprint was immediately imprinted on Rong Yu's pampered face.

"I rely on!"

"You've gone too far?!" Rong Yu was shocked. His father had never hit him, yet his son had actually hit him?!

"Rong Zhaoran, you brat! You dare hit me? You've defied the Heavenly Order, committing treason! You..."

Zhao Zhao wouldn't listen. He had finally fallen asleep because he was sick and uncomfortable, but then this bad dad woke him up again! He felt extremely wronged. "You bad guy!!!" After regaining his senses, he sat up and pointed his short finger at him to accuse him.

As she looked, her dark, bright eyes slowly filled with tears.

Next, a deafening, earth-shattering cry rang out instantly, stunning Rong Yu so much that he froze on the spot.

"Holy crap..." Rong Yu's lips twitched as he looked at the scene.

He doesn't seem to have done anything... right?

The children's room is very soundproof. Even when Zhao Zhao cried until his voice was hoarse, not much sound could be heard outside. However, there is a small button in front of his bed, which is used to wake him up.

Seeing Zhao Zhao crying miserably as he crawled towards the button, Rong Yu quickly stopped him, "Zhao Zhao, my precious son, don't press it, don't press it!!!"

Who knows if the person he called was the nanny or his father? If it was his father, given how horribly the old man spoils his grandson, he might get a severe beating.

He held Zhao Zhao's hands and feet down, and after restraining the child, he awkwardly held him in his arms. Thinking of the scenes of his older sister comforting children, he supported Zhao Zhao's bottom with one hand and gently patted his back with the other.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Zhao Zhao, stop crying." His movements were stiff, but his strength was considerable. Zhao Zhao wasn't very comfortable, but she couldn't resist the sense of security that this unfamiliar embrace offered.

At this moment, Rong Yu was thinking about how to comfort him. Zhao Zhao was comforted and his crying gradually subsided.

However, because he had cried so hard before, he kept hiccuping. Rong Yu wiped away Zhao Zhao's tears with mixed feelings, and for a moment he felt a heart attack.

"Zhao Zhao, you're such a tormenting little devil!"

[Compared to his mistress... never mind, that's not a good analogy.]

However, he was still kicked by Zhao Zhao. The sick little cub, hiccuping and crying, pitifully kicked him. Although Rong Yu felt confused, he was not angry.

"What's wrong with you again?" Exhausted, she brushed his sweaty hair aside and realized that the little rascal, who had just recovered from a fever, had a fever again.

He's doomed. If his dad finds out, he's probably going to die.

"Zhao Zhao, lie down quietly and be a good girl~ I'll go get you your medicine. Don't cry, and don't press that button~" His tone was as gentle and seductive as could be.

[Only by keeping the son calm can the father be saved.]

Zhao Zhao: ......

He stared blankly at his heartless father, slowly moving his buttocks toward the button, clearly ignoring his words.

Rong Yu's face darkened. He had never had such a headache before. He was now filled with regret for ever being so impulsive as to wake up this noisy brat.

"Baby~ what will it take for you to let Daddy go?"

Zhao Zhao's face grew increasingly red, and Rong Yu looked more and more like a red apple. Hearing his inner thoughts, Zhao Zhao's heart remained as hard as stone. "I'm going to tell Grandpa! That wicked Rong Yu bullied me!"

The reason why Rong Yu is so afraid of Old Master Rong is twofold: firstly, because Old Master Rong holds immense authority at home, and secondly, because the power of the Rong Group is still firmly in Old Master Rong's hands. As a president who has been sidelined, Rong Yu can only rely on Old Master Rong to gain power.

After being threatened by Zhao Zhao, Rong Yu stared at him coldly for a while, then raised his hand and handed the phone to Zhao Zhao, saying, "I'll give you a chance. Just press the numbers you want, and I'll give you that amount." Then, he opened the phone for him and tapped the calculator.

Zhao Zhao's mind went blank for a moment, "What are you doing?"

Rong Yu resigned himself to his fate: "I'll coax you." In the past, when he coaxed his mistress, he would just send her money directly, and this trick never failed him.

Today, considering this is to appease his son, he'll give Zhao Zhao whatever amount she points to.

Hearing his thoughts, Zhao Zhao was furious with her father. She snatched his phone, her fingers typing in a long string of numbers without stopping, and finally smiled—though the smile was somewhat wicked and malicious...

Then, Rong Yu looked at the numbers on the computer, his lips twitching slightly.

That should be worth several hundred billion. Selling the Rong family business would probably be enough to pay that.

"Okay, I'll give it to you." He said, taking a screenshot of the number and saving it to his photo album.

In any case, as an only child, Zhao Zhao will inherit this property in the future, no matter what.

After carefully observing and seeing that Zhao Zhao's emotions had been stabilized, I quickly downloaded a "Talking Tom" game on my phone, handed the phone to Zhao Zhao, and coaxed, "Let the kitten play with you first~ Daddy will go make your medicine."

He casually touched Zhao Zhao's forehead, frowned, and quickly ran away.

In the pink room, only Zhao Zhao was patting the electronic cat loudly. "Hahahaha, gray cat~" he shouted happily with his eyes crinkling.

As soon as Zhao Zhao spoke, Talking Tom on the phone started talking too, instantly capturing his attention. When Rong Yu returned with the prepared medicine, he called Zhao Zhao several times, but Zhao Zhao didn't respond, as he was engrossed in playing games on his phone.

So, what followed was another exhausting process of coaxing the cub to drink the medicine. When Rong Yu finally managed to get everything settled and lay down on the bed with Zhao Zhao's forehead in his hand, it was already three in the morning.

"Sigh, go to sleep." Rong Yu really didn't dare to provoke him this time, and even when he turned over, he was very quiet and careful.

Finally, listening to the cub's steady breathing, she slowly fell asleep.

Zhao Zhao is a restless sleeper, especially after she got sick. She whimpers and rolls around. After being slapped by Zhao Zhao again, Rong Yu could no longer bear it and stared intently at the child who was doing Tai Chi on the bed with her tired eyes.

"Zhao Zhao, do you want to get hit?" He wanted to poke Zhao Zhao's face to warn him, but he was worried about waking the child. He was still haunted by the nightmare from a few hours ago and really didn't dare to do anything.

Just as she cautiously tried to get up and leave, Zhao Zhao grabbed her warily, saying, "You naughty Rong Yu..."

Even so, she was still cursing him. I don't know how much Zhao Zhao hates me.

He couldn't resist gently rubbing the baby's flushed face, which smelled of medicine, and was immediately slapped. Rong Yu wasn't angry; instead, he found Zhao Zhao rather cute. He chuckled, "I really don't know who you take after for your temper."

Zhao Zhao wasn't sleeping well. In his half-awake state, he did whatever he wanted, kicking and thrashing about, which made Rong Yu suffer. So, after Zhao Zhao finally fell asleep, Rong Yu threw him into the crib and ran away.

It was already five o'clock, so Rong Yu went straight to the company as if to escape. He only slept for about two hours a day and preferred to go to the company rather than rest at home.

He didn't really want to stay home with the kids, but when he actually sat in the office, he couldn't help but pick up his phone to ask about Zhao Zhao's condition.

His conflicted feelings continued until lunchtime. Just as he picked up his phone for the nth time to make a call, there was a knock on his office door, followed by a soft female voice from outside.

"President."

Rong Yu couldn't immediately recall the owner of the voice, and frowned as he said, "Come in."

The woman who entered the room appeared to be in her early twenties. Her well-fitting white shirt perfectly accentuated her figure. She was very beautiful, like a lotus emerging from clear water, pure and innocent.

Upon seeing it was her, Rong Yu's expression softened slightly. "What is it?"

“Yesterday you asked me to wait for you at the bar, but you didn’t come,” the woman said, sounding somewhat aggrieved. “And you didn’t reply to my messages either.”

They came to him demand an explanation.

Rong Yu was usually tolerant of his mistress, but today he was a little impatient. "I've been a bit busy these past two days."

Without saying a word, he transferred a sum of money to her, saying it was for "compensation for emotional distress."

"You can go now."

".......good."

Bai Luo is a new employee at Rong's company. Rong Yu had just won her over a few days ago, but he, who usually takes several months to feel the freshness of a new girlfriend, seems to have already grown tired of her after only five days.

She walked out absentmindedly, looking back at the magnificent CEO's office, feeling a sense of defeat and loss. She wondered if she would ever have the chance to enter that door again, or to get close to him again.