Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 405 I Have a Playboy CEO Dad 1

Zhao Zhao frowned, looked at her twenty-four-year-old unfilial father again, and said coldly, "Rong Yu, I'll give you one more chance to play with me, but you're not allowed to go play with other women!"

The way he commanded others was more authoritative than Rong Yu, the half-baked CEO.

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Rong laughed heartily, exclaiming that his grandson was indeed worthy of his reputation, displaying impressive presence at such a young age.

Rong Yu was unusually not angry. He could sense that Zhao Zhao longed for her father's love, but this was the first time Zhao Zhao had directly told him that she wanted to stay with him, unlike before when she would only tell him to leave quickly.

He paused, turned around, a smile flashing in his eyes, and said casually, "You brat, you dare to order your old man around at just two years old. What will you be like when you grow up?"

At the same time, Zhao Zhao heard his inner voice again: [Fine, I'll go along with him this once.]

Rong Yu wanted to take Zhao Zhao from Grandpa Rong, but the old man refused to let him hold her. Rong Yu's face darkened, and he reached out, saying, "Dad, give Zhao Zhao to me."

Grandpa Rong, who was eager to foster their relationship, was naturally willing to give Zhao Zhao to him. However, Zhao Zhao disagreed, clinging to his neck and refusing to let go. When Rong Yu tried to touch her, she suddenly started kicking him, her swift and merciless kicks showing no mercy.

"Rong Yu, you smell terrible. You need to wash yourself before you can hug me!"

"Go take a shower!!!" She was as picky as a little princess.

Zhao Zhao has a very sensitive sense of smell. The perfume on Rong Yu and the orange juice he had just picked up both made him feel uncomfortable.

[I almost forgot, Zhao Zhao has always hated pungent smells.]

Grandpa Rong immediately realized the source of the perfume on his body, and his face darkened. "Now that you have a child, can't you be a little more discreet?"

"If you don't set a good example, do you want Zhaozhao to grow up to be like you, coming home with a different perfume scent every day?"

Rong Yu pondered the question carefully, his gaze falling on his innocent and bewildered son before him, and dared not think any further.

"I understand. I won't bring these things to Zhaozhao's face anymore."

Afterwards, he resigned himself to taking a shower, changed into some simple and comfortable home clothes, and sat quietly on the sofa. Zhao Zhao then moved closer to him on her own initiative.

The cub wasn't afraid of him at all, taking advantage of his kindness, stepping on his legs and pulling his hair. Rong Yu wanted to push him away, but unfortunately, his father, who was watching him intently, was right next to him.

"Hahahaha, Grandpa, Rong Yu is so good today!" Zhao Zhao laughed innocently as she bounced on his lap. Looking at his son, who had a dark expression, and the happy Zhao Zhao, Grandpa Rong chuckled and said, "As long as my good grandson is happy."

"Tch, your grandson is happy, but your son isn't," Rong Yu said, reaching out to hug Zhao Zhao to prevent him from trampling on things and restraining his movements. "His current unruly temper is a result of your bottomless pampering."

“I love Zhaozhao, so of course I want to spoil him in every way, unlike someone who is cold-hearted and heartless. His own son is so big now, and he has hardly ever held him.”

Rong Yu hadn't really hugged Zhao Zhao much, and the slight guilt that welled up in his heart vanished because of Zhao Zhao's unrestrained cheek-pinching.

So he picked up Zhao Zhao and threw her onto the sofa next to him. As he impatiently tried to get up, his father's voice came again from the side, "Poor Zhao Zhao, born with a weak constitution, and her only father is a heartless and ungrateful man~"

"..."

At that very moment, Zhao Zhao asked the fatal question, "Grandpa, why do I only have Rong Yu, while the other children have a gentle mother?"

Rong Yu paused, looking somewhat dazed.

"I also want a mother."

"I... um."

Rong Yu covered Zhao Zhao's mouth, and he patiently forced a smile, saying, "Baby, Auntie has finished cooking. Let's go eat."

Without waiting for his response, she picked him up and carried him to the dining table.

[I feel like I owe this child a lot?]

He didn't want to get married, but he needed a child, so he had Zhaozhao through IVF. However, Zhaozhao was born with poor health and suffered from countless illnesses.

Similarly, Zhao Zhao not only had no mother, but he also didn't care about him, and in the end, he even blamed him for being too spoiled.

Zhao Zhao sat on Rong Yu's lap, listening to his heartfelt words with delight. At the same time, spoiled and arrogant, she became even more domineering.

When the nanny who was serving him meals tried to hold him and feed him, he refused and insisted that Rong Yu feed him.

When Rong Yu tried to feed him, he refused to eat this or that.

Rong Yu's face darkened, and he slammed his chopsticks on the table with a "clatter," "Rong Zhaoran!"

Zhao Zhao seemed startled by him; her lips twitched, and her eyes instantly reddened. "I hate you. I want a mom too."

Rong Yu: "......."

"Oh dear, what do you want to eat?" Rong Yu sighed helplessly, his patience, which he hadn't shown in decades, was now being used on this little brat in front of him.

Zhao Zhao, however, was not having any of it and reached out to her grandfather, who had been watching them the whole time.

"My dear grandson, tell Grandpa what you want to eat, and Grandpa will satisfy you." The old man, who was quite old, said in a high-pitched voice, coaxing him.

Zhao Zhao struggled and climbed off Rong Yu's lap, saying, "I don't want to eat today, I don't want to eat anything!"

He then ran to the sofa and skillfully asked the maid to turn on the TV for him.

Zhao Zhao wouldn't eat, and neither of the two people at the table could eat either; the little girl was making their minds a mess.

Rong Yu was confused because of his complicated feelings for Zhao Zhao, while Old Master Rong was confused because Zhao Zhao usually had no appetite and didn't want to eat, which was a sign of illness.

The frail and young Zhao Zhao suffered from congenital malnutrition and was destined to die young. It is no easy feat to have raised her to this day with such care.

He's only been born for two years, and he's taken more medicine than food.

After eating a few bites of rice, Grandpa Rong lost his appetite and instructed the family doctor to monitor Zhao Zhao's health at all times.

Rong Yu asked in confusion, "Why are you in such a hurry when the child only misses one meal?"

"Hmph, you unreliable thing, just looking at you makes me angry, get lost!"

Seeing his father lose his temper at him for no reason, Rong Yu was helpless. "Are you getting old?"

He pushed his bowl and chopsticks aside and went upstairs. He didn't want to eat anymore. The table was full of dishes made mainly for children, which made him lose his appetite.

As I went upstairs, I felt a strong gaze behind me. I turned around and, as expected, saw Zhao Zhao looking at me.