Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 404 I Have a Playboy CEO Dad 1

Suddenly, a "Whoa!" came from behind. Zhao Zhao, who was already having trouble holding on, was caught off guard and startled. She lost her grip and fell down, landing heavily on her bottom on the thick carpeted floor.

Meanwhile, Rong Yu, completely unaware of what was happening, was still arguing with her suddenly enraged family member in the group chat.

The carpet was thick enough, and Zhao Zhao didn't fall very high, so it didn't hurt much. But seeing that his father didn't even glance at him, Zhao Zhao's lips twitched, and large tears rolled down his fair cheeks.

A loud cry instantly rang out from the cub's mouth. Rong Yu paused in his typing on his phone, looked up, and met the eyes of the delicate cub sitting on the ground, its cheeks flushed from crying.

“You really don’t look like a monkey. After all, monkeys are much more powerful than you.” He typed the last word slowly, put away his phone, and walked slowly toward Zhao Zhao.

His indifferent peach blossom eyes drooped slightly, and after looking at the child for a while, he bent down and picked up the crying child.

"Your face is so red, like an apple." He poked Zhao Zhao's rosy cheeks and smiled casually. "Since you don't want to sleep, go play with the dog at home."

Whether she was unaware of the situation or simply didn't care about Zhaozhao's fall, she casually held the crying, hiccuping child in one arm while scrolling through her phone in the other.

"Rong Yu! You bad guy! I'm going to tell Grandpa, boohoo..." Zhao Zhao curled up, sticking her bottom out, her little feet pressed against Rong Yu's chest, not wanting to get close to him at all.

Seeing this, Rong Yu actually put him down. The two of them, one big and one small, stood opposite each other, as if in a standoff. "Go ahead and complain," he thought to himself, since the old man had already been tricked into going abroad anyway.

The departure of the only person in his family who could control him made him unusually calm.

He casually straightened his disheveled clothes and said coldly, "Anything else to say? If not, I'm going to the company. Don't bother me unless it's important."

At the same time, Zhao Zhao's mind-reading ability came into play, and she heard his thoughts: "Raising kids is such a hassle, dating is much more enjoyable."

Rong Yu wants to abandon him and go on dates with other people.

Zhao Zhao stopped crying, sat down on the ground and looked at him sadly. When he turned around and was really about to leave, she raised her hand and grabbed his trouser leg tightly and refused to let go. "Bad Rong Yu, you lied to me, I hate you!"

"Oh? You hate me?" Rong Yu chuckled, his amorous peach blossom eyes looking precious to everyone, but upon closer inspection, one would find that there was not a ripple in the depths of his eyes.

Playing with Zhao Zhao is no different from playing with a dog normally; there's nothing special about it.

Seeing the cub's red eyes staring stubbornly at him, Rong Yu lowered his eyes and asked in a flat voice, "Does a little brat know what it means to be annoying?"

"Of course, hating means disliking, I don't like Rong Yu!" Zhao Zhao repeated again, this time the answer was even louder than his crying. Obviously, such a young child already understood what it meant to hate and like, and it was also clear that Zhao Zhao did not seem to like him.

As far as I can remember, Zhao Zhao has never called me "Dad".

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't like Zhaozhao either, so he doesn't have any strong feelings about it.

He lived a free and unrestrained life, smoking, drinking, racing, enjoying extreme sports, liking beautiful women, changing lovers faster than changing clothes, and craving freedom, novelty, and excitement.

He was destined not to want to be trapped by his children for the rest of his life.

"Aunt Wang." Rong Yu dialed the phone, "Come to the second floor to pick up Zhao Zhao." After hanging up, she directly pulled Zhao Zhao's hand away.

"Rong Yu!"

The child started crying again, taking tiny steps in the long corridor on the second floor of the mansion, trying to keep up with his own pace.

The cries were so pitiful that even the hard-hearted Rong Yu couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his swollen chest, and then he walked even faster.

If Zhao Zhao catches him, he won't be able to leave. That kid is domineering and stubborn, like a leech.

If an adult really wanted to leave, the cub couldn't catch up no matter how fast it ran. Before long, the pink figure disappeared at the end of the long corridor.

Zhao Zhao paused in his crying, then gradually his sobs grew softer and softer. By the time Aunt Wang found him, he had completely stopped crying.

"Young Master, why are you sitting here? The ground is cold, get up quickly." Aunt Wang hurriedly picked up Zhao Zhao, touched his unusually red face, and asked worriedly, "Why are you crying?"

The young master is in poor health and is extremely prone to illness when his emotions fluctuate greatly.

Zhao Zhao just frowned, pouted, and turned her head away. "I didn't cry!" she said angrily, looking at the end of the corridor. Then, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Aunt Wang, where's my grandpa? Did he go home?"

Rong Zhaoran had just spoken to his grandfather, who was about to go on a trip, and heard that he couldn't sleep. The old man, who was about to board the plane, felt extremely sorry for him and immediately changed his mind and went home. He was probably almost home by now.

"He's home. The old gentleman is reading the newspaper in the lobby now."

Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up; it was much faster than she had imagined, and she immediately became excited.

With his grandfather around, Rong Yu is doomed.

As Aunt Wang carried Rong Yu downstairs, they could hear his grandfather's loud, reprimanding voice from afar, clearly indicating that Rong Yu's escape plan had failed.

"Dad, didn't you go on a trip? How come you're back in just one day?" Plans never go as expected. Rong Yu had finally managed to lure his father to travel abroad, but who knew he would see him at the Rong family mansion today.

"Ha, Zhao Zhao has been having trouble sleeping lately, how can I be in the mood for travel? You good-for-nothing, you don't care about your son's serious problem of insomnia, but you're thinking of running away. I think you're tired of living." The nearly sixty-year-old Mr. Rong was full of energy, picked up an orange from the side and threw it at him.

"Grandpa~" After smashing the oranges, the sweet voice of the little one came from the side. Zhao Zhao was being carried downstairs by her aunt and was looking at them with shining eyes.

"Oh, my precious grandson~"

Grandpa Rong's expression changed instantly. He turned around, stood up, and strode over to pick up Zhao Zhao and hugged her. He looked her up and down and immediately exclaimed, "Why are Zhao Zhao's eyes so red? And why does she look so tired?" He touched Zhao Zhao's forehead with practiced ease and found that she didn't have a fever.

After letting out a sigh of relief, she immediately turned her head and stared directly at Rong Yu, "Did you bully Zhao Zhao again? You're a father now, can't you be a little more composed?"

"No." Rong Yu casually lay down on the sofa behind him, peeling an orange carelessly, the sour smell instantly filling the entire space.

"Rong Yu is such a bad guy, it smells awful!" Zhao Zhao covered her nose, wrinkled her brows, and said with disgust.

"Oh." Rong Yu's indifferent eyes remained calm. Suddenly, a shoe flew towards him, and he barely dodged it to avoid being hit.

"You brat! Didn't you hear Zhao Zhao say she doesn't like this taste? If you want to eat it, go outside and eat it!"

Rong Yu only heard the words "get out," and the joy that burst onto Yan Shijun's face in an instant was very similar to Zhao Zhao's surprised expression.

"Get out of here right now~"

Just as he reached the door, Zhao Zhao's voice came from behind him again, "Grandpa, Rong Yu is being rebellious and disobedient. He's going out to find a girlfriend again."

Zhao Zhao laughed, then secretly glanced at Rong Yu's actions. However, he wasn't slandering him, because that was exactly what he was thinking. Ever since Zhao Zhao saw him, he had never stopped wanting to go out and find a girlfriend.