Domineering CEO Is My Son

"Cluck, cluck, cluck—cluck, cluck, cluck—" The half-grown chicken was still alive. It was a rooster, and it started crowing.

Mr. Kang, a city man, had never seen such a scene before. He didn't even dare to touch the rooster.

As a standard upper-class person, his first reaction was to find a veterinarian? Maybe it could still be saved.

Mr. Kang immediately dialed the phone—

"Find a veterinarian to come over."

On the other side, the eagle and owl couldn't stand it anymore.

Eagle: "Coo-coo-coo?"

Owl: "Coo-coo!"

"Coo-coo-coo?"

"Coo!"

Mr. Kang looked at the two raptors. What were they talking about in their encrypted communication language?

The eagle flapped its wings at the owl and cooed twice.

Mr. Kang was dumbfounded. He wasn't mistaken just now, was he? Did the eagle really hit the owl?

Could it be that their cooing was actually an argument?

The eagle quickly flew in.

Mr. Kang took two steps back. It just hit the owl, it wouldn't hit him too, would it?

As expected, the eagle walked towards him. Yes, it walked over.

Such a ferocious raptor, it looked funny when it walked.

The eagle walked up to Mr. Kang, looked at his shoes, then turned its head and walked towards the chicken.

Mr. Kang had a faint sense of foreboding.

A minute later, Mr. Kang turned around and dialed the phone again—

"No need to find a veterinarian."

Mr. Kang looked at the two raptors that had completed their task and flown away.

He…had to go find Kangkang and talk to him about this.

Yue Qin was in a daze, feeling as if something was crawling onto the bed?

Yue Qin opened his eyes and saw his youngest son in pajamas: "Baby? What's wrong?"

The bed at home was a bit high, and the blanket was slippery. The little boy had been climbing for a while but couldn't get up. He hugged his small pillow and asked in a small voice, "Dad, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Yue Qin scooped him up and tucked him into the quilt: "Of course you can."

He pulled out the small pillow and placed it under the child's head.

His little son looked at him with watery eyes.

Yue Qin's drowsiness dissipated a little. He touched his little son's head: "Is there something you want to tell Dad?"

The little son hummed, covered his mouth with his small hand, and whispered, "Dad, why doesn't Brother Boss sleep at home? Is it because my bed is too small for him?"

Little Kangkang didn't quite understand. Didn't his brother say he would come back after he went back? Why didn't he come to listen to the sound of the vat?

Every time his brother held the vat and listened to the sound, although it was a bit silly, he was very happy.

Today, when his brother came, he wasn't happy at all. He originally wanted to take him to listen to the sound of the vat. This morning, when his brother wasn't there, he even listened to it for him. The sound inside was louder than before.

"Dad, why doesn't brother live with us?"

Yue Qin looked at his little son. They looked exactly alike, but now he found them easy to tell apart.

Yue Qin was in a dilemma. He suddenly understood why so many parents liked to tell their children, "You'll understand when you grow up."

Because it was really hard to explain.

"Dad?"

Xia Sheng, who was next to him, also woke up and said, "Because he's grown up. Children grow into adults, and adults have a lot to do and don't have time to go home."

As she spoke, Xia Sheng gently patted the child's quilt rhythmically. This was a special skill she had developed.

Sure enough, the little son fell asleep.

Xia Sheng looked at the person next to her and couldn't help but laugh. She whispered, "This is the first time I've seen you at a loss when it comes to raising children."

Xia Sheng thought she was very bad at raising children. Sometimes, she was worried that she would become like her own mother.

Yue Qin, on the other hand, was very resourceful. She always admired him.

Finally, she found that she seemed to have a knack for handling such things.

Yue Qin sighed, "I thought I wouldn't have to worry about this for another ten years."

He couldn't just tell his little son that that wasn't his brother. His little son had invested too much emotion in this brother.

Saying that directly would be too cruel to the child.

Xia Sheng said, "Do you want to hear what I think?"

Yue Qin immediately looked at his wife.

Xia Sheng: "We can totally be friends. We've apologized for what happened before. Although I still want to hit him when I see his face, I think I can control myself."

"He probably also wants us to stay friends."

"He did say one thing right. He and I have very similar personalities. People like us, if we don't want to have anything to do with each other, we'll run away from anything that makes us uncomfortable."

"He was able to endure the awkwardness, which means he still wants to build a connection. Before, he had to endure it because he didn't have a choice. But now, with this level of awkwardness, he still chooses to endure it, which means he really doesn't want the other party to leave his world."

As Xia Sheng spoke, she was actually talking about herself.

When she was a child, when she was in school, she had to get along with some people she didn't like because of objective reasons. She couldn't choose the people around her.

But once people grew up, they had more rights, and Xia Sheng really took this right to the extreme.

There was not a single person she didn't like around her. All the people who made her uncomfortable disappeared from her life.

The world was so big, as long as one was willing, then this life would be the last time they saw each other.

Xia Sheng said, "He endured the awkwardness and came. Judging by his appearance, it wasn't for the company's public relations."

"He just doesn't know how to get along."

"So what? Just treat it as your son growing up." Xia Sheng couldn't help but say, "Say what needs to be said, and scold what needs to be scolded."

"There's no need for that. He's an adult now, and he has his own judgment."

The biggest difference between adults and children was that most children would think they had done something wrong when they were criticized, but adults would only feel attacked when they were criticized.

Yue Qin said, "If we really have to get along in the future, we should try our best to respect his ideas."

Xia Sheng puffed up her cheeks: "Okay."

The doorbell rang early the next morning.

Little Kangkang's eyes lit up. He put down his bowl and ran over—

"It's brother here for breakfast—" Brother ate a lot every morning.

Little Kangkang stood on tiptoe and opened the door. The master stood with his hands behind his back and smiled at him: "Kangkang, good morning."

Little Kangkang instantly drooped his head and walked inside.

Yue Qin touched his little son's head.

As soon as the master entered the door, he smelled the aroma of noodles.

— "You're all having breakfast so early? I haven't eaten yet."

Yue Qin said, "If you…"

Before he could finish his sentence, another person appeared at the door—

The other person pulled the master out: "You haven't had breakfast yet? I haven't either. I'll treat you to breakfast outside!"

Yue Qin: "…" Yes, yes, this was his familiar eldest son's style.

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