Domineering CEO Is My Son

"Dad, you and Mom shouldn't be so naive in the future," Kangkang, unable to hold back, said, "You can't just disregard gains and losses just because someone says a few nice words."

The child, with his chubby cheeks flushed, already looked quite amusing, and his words only added to the humor.

Yue Qin grew curious: "Baby, what kind of environment did you grow up in? How do you know so many profound truths?"

The child had no parents; this much could be felt from the way he interacted with others.

But some of the child's remarks puzzled Yue Qin.

Mr. Kang, who had been feeling lighthearted, was pulled back to reality by this sentence. He realized that he shouldn't have said what he did. What if the other party guessed his identity?

How could he explain it? Not now! Now was not a good time.

"Did you intern at a labor union before?" Big Dad suddenly asked, looking at him.

"I heard from your teacher that back in kindergarten, you fought for better benefits, wages, and rest time for Teacher Little Parrot, and you even advocated for equal pay for equal work."

Coupled with the hatred for capitalists, he was definitely an elite labor union member.

Mr. Kang was stunned. Was this the image Big Dad had of him? Didn't he tell them that his family was very wealthy? He had a butler, a cook, bodyguards, gardeners... There were more than twenty people working for him at home.

"My family is very rich!" The child couldn't bear it any longer.

Yue Qin had never really considered this question because since the child came to their home, he hadn't displayed any signs of wealth and ate everything.

"I almost forgot about that." Yue Qin recalled, mainly because people tend to believe what they see.

"It's just that since you've been at our house, I've never seen you picky about food." From sukiyaki to rice balls and fried foods, as long as it was edible, the child ate it with gusto.

Even the fermented glutinous rice in the kitchen, the child would grab a spoon and eat it by himself.

He seemed like he had gone through a famine, not at all like a child raised in a wealthy family.

Therefore, even though they knew he came from a wealthy background, subconsciously, they still treated him as a poor child without parents.

Mr. Kang felt his pride was hurt: "How am I not picky about food? I never eat that snail noodle of yours!"

"You guys are really scary, how can you eat something that stinks so bad!"

Big Dad looked at the child and asked a fatal question: "Have you ever considered that even though we find it smelly, we still enjoy eating it, and so many people love it? Doesn't that mean it must be delicious?"

Big Dad watched with satisfaction as his son was stunned for two seconds before swallowing hard.

While dancing on stage, Mr. Kang was still thinking about this question. So many people liked to eat it, and they also found it smelly, but everyone who had tried it said it was delicious.

What did this mean?

It meant that it was an irreplaceable delicacy. If there were other flavors that could replace it, people would definitely not endure the stink.

No, no, there were so many delicious foods in the world, there was no need, absolutely no need.

Weren't glutinous rice balls fragrant enough? Wasn't hot pot delicious?

The kindergarten's art performance ended at 3 p.m., and it could be said to be a complete success. The parents' phones were filled with photos and videos.

Needless to say, most of these photos and videos would become the children's embarrassing childhood memories.

But it was different for Mr. Kang. Those weren't embarrassing for him because, after all, when he grew up, this body would belong to Teacher Little Parrot.

What did Yue Kang wearing a little dress and blush, bouncing around on stage, have to do with him, Kang Yue?

Mr. Kang could imagine that the WeChat Moments of those children's parents were probably flooded with photos and videos.

However, a mother is always a mother.

Mr. Kang watched as his violent mother rushed home and the first thing she did was sit in front of the computer and start editing photos --

Mom! That's my real mom!

Dad and Little Parrot went to the kitchen to cook, and Mr. Kang stood behind his mother, watching as she opened Photoshop and began a series of operations --

"This makeup isn't done well."

"Baby, you're actually very pretty, but your eyes are a bit swollen today. Mommy will help you get rid of the swelling."

"Let's add a filter first, and some lighting."

Other mothers had their own built-in motherly filters; his mother added them manually.

As she edited the photos, she patted his head and whispered, "Even if we're wearing girls' clothes, we have to be pretty girls."

Mr. Kang: "..." She made a good point, and he couldn't argue with that.

Brother Little Parrot, come quickly and thank Mom! Mr. Kang watched as his mother transformed a photo of a monkey butt, swollen eyes, and dark, dry skin due to lighting issues into a flower fairy.

It was like magic, bit by bit, transforming into a little flower fairy. The child's eyes were big and round, sparkling with life.

From any angle, it was a beautiful little girl.

Mr. Kang and his violent mother admired the photo together. It had to be said that the manually added motherly filter was really something else.

Just then, his violent mother's phone rang. Mr. Kang watched as she answered the phone with one hand while continuing to edit photos with the other.

Mr. Kang witnessed the birth of a human flower fairy and couldn't help but admire himself. He had been this cute and good-looking when he was a child too.

He should have worn more dresses back then and left behind more photos like this.

Mr. Kang wasn't a crossdresser; he just suddenly understood the mentality of adults who liked to dress cute little boys in pretty dresses.

Anyway, as a 24-year-old, 1.8-meter-tall man, he would never wear a dress because it would be too horrifying.

His violent mother next to him said, "Critically ill? I still hope he can wake up, at least give me a chance."

Xia Sheng really hated that Mr. Kang. She would hold grudges for a lifetime and it was better to vent them out.

The originally self-admiring macho Mr. Kang froze.

As soon as his mother hung up the phone, the child couldn't help but ask in a small voice, "Mom, who is critically ill?"

His tone was innocent and curious.

Xia Sheng said, "A bad person."

"Does Mommy hate that bad person a lot?"

"Not particularly."

Mr. Kang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't tell your dad, baby. It's not hate, it's wanting the other person to understand that some things shouldn't be said in this world."

Mr. Kang swallowed hard, no longer interested in the human flower fairy, and said in a small voice, "Mom, Dad is frying dough twists. I'll bring you a plate."

In the kitchen, Yue Qin was surprised to hear his son's words --

"Do I have anyone I hate?"

Mr. Kang nodded: "Mom has someone she hates, but now that person is critically ill." But he would definitely be saved. After all, he was rich, and no one wanted him dead.

Once he died, half of his company's shares would be donated to the country, and the other half to the Children's Foundation.

Mr. Kang had never told anyone that he had made a notarized will a few years ago.

But now, quite a few people probably knew.

So, everyone would try their best to save his life. Mr. Kang wasn't worried about his life at all.

And now, Mr. Kang really wanted to know what his dad thought of him. He hadn't dared to face it before, but now he had the courage.

"Someone I hate..." Yue Qin thought for a moment and said, "No."

"Dad, it's not good to lie." He must be one of the people his dad hated.

Yue Qin put the dough twists into the hot oil, slowly flipping them over. He really couldn't lie to a child.

Yue Qin was only a year older than his brother, which meant that they had been fighting since they were young. There was no such thing as one giving in to the other or one being respectful to the other.

"Dad, don't you hate your old boss? Mom said your old boss is critically ill."

Yue Qin said nonchalantly, "What's there to hate?"

Mr. Kang felt a surge of joy. As expected, Little Parrot was right. His image in his dad's mind wasn't that bad.

Yue Qin continued, "He's just a rich second generation who can't see the bigger picture. I bet he doesn't even know what the purpose of his actions is."

Mr. Kang's face flushed a little: "Dad, that's not necessarily true. You haven't spent much time with him and don't know him well. He's actually..."

The child struggled to find a good word to describe himself but couldn't come up with anything positive.

Yue Qin: "What's he actually like?"

Yue Qin's gaze turned surprised, as if he couldn't understand why the child suddenly brought up this person.

Meeting his gaze, alarm bells went off in the child's head. He sighed and said, "Dad, if you knew him well enough, you'd know that he's actually a stupid capitalist."

That night, the little boy patted his full tummy, while Little Parrot chirped and chattered with his two brothers.

Mr. Kang sighed. With the current situation, he really shouldn't let his parents know his true identity.

He couldn't imagine their expressions if they found out.

Especially his violent mother, she really hated him.

"It's what I deserve." Mr. Kang sighed and rubbed his stomach. He would definitely gain weight if he kept eating like this. His mom had even edited out his double chin in the photos earlier.

He wondered what was happening to him, lying in the hospital bed right now.

It was just an ordinary day. Yue Qin was half asleep when he heard someone calling him, along with a beeping sound.

Yue Qin opened his eyes to Little Parrot's voice.

As soon as he opened the door, his son threw himself into his arms: "Little brother is sick!"

Every night, Little Parrot would wait until his brother fell asleep before sneaking onto his pillow. Tonight, when he lay on his brother's pillow, he found his brother's face was burning hot.

He remembered that when he was little, he had a fever and felt terrible. That meant he was sick.

Yue Qin picked up his son, whose hand was pressed against his stomach, his forehead burning hot: "Baby? Baby?"

The child opened his eyes drowsily: "Dad?"

Xia Sheng also woke up and hurriedly said, "I'll go get the car."

Yue Qin nodded and quickly grabbed their IDs, bank cards, and medical insurance cards before heading out.

Mr. Kang saw his dad's face, or maybe it was the wrinkled face of his butler. The person seemed to be gripping him tightly --

"You can't die! What are we going to do if you die?"

Those eyes were filled with a desire for money.

Then it seemed to be his dad's face again, his dad anxiously asking, "Where does it hurt, baby? Tell Dad where it hurts."

"My heart hurts."

"Besides your heart?" Yue Qin was used to taking his children to the doctor and would always ask about their symptoms in detail to help the doctor make a diagnosis.

"My tummy hurts."

Yue Qin frowned, slightly regretting letting him eat so many dough twists at night.

The child started to cry.

Little Parrot, perched on his dad's shoulder, also tried to comfort him: "Don't be scared, little brother. Dad is taking you to the hospital."

"There's a doctor uncle at the hospital. He'll give you a shot and it won't hurt anymore."

Little Parrot was very experienced.

Mr. Kang was dazed and only felt himself being carried away, but he could always feel a large hand on his forehead, the dry palm, and the worried tone of the person carrying him.

His stomach hurt, his mind was fuzzy, and for a moment, he saw a white light. It felt like he was back in his own body. The pain in his stomach was gone, and he felt extremely irritable.

In that instant, he felt a pang of regret.

Big Dad never knew who he was and only treated him as a stranger, a child without parents.

When Mr. Kang opened his eyes, he seemed to be in the hospital again. Big Dad was holding him and they were waiting in line.

He never had to wait in line when he was sick before, but then again, no one had ever carried him in line when he was sick before either.

He suddenly felt scared, scared of death, scared of returning to his own body.

But in the next second, he lost consciousness again.

When he woke up again, he was still being held. He could vaguely sense they were in a large hall, probably getting an IV drip.

The back of his hand ached, and he could feel fluid flowing into his veins.

He was still uncomfortable. His left hand, which wasn't hooked up to the IV, unconsciously clutched the edge of his dad's coat. He whispered, "Dad, there's something I want to tell you."

"Dad... can you promise me you won't tell Mom for now?"

The person holding him lowered their head slightly. Mr. Kang could smell the faint scent of tobacco.

"I... I've never dared to tell you who I am. I only dared to let you think I'm someone else's child, a child without parents."

"Actually, my name is indeed Yue Kang, but you have to reverse the characters."

Mr. Kang closed his eyes, gathering his courage, and poured out everything he wanted to say.

He didn't know why, but this secret, which had been like a guillotine hanging over his head, felt like a weight lifted once it was out in the open.

"What secrets are you two whispering about? Have some water, honey." Yue Qin returned from buying bottled water and saw his wife, draped in his coat, bowing her head and listening to their son.

Mr. Kang turned his head and saw his dad, wearing only a black sleeping gown, standing not far away with a bottle of water in his hand, illuminated by the lights of the infusion room.

Big Dad walked over and gently took his son. He noticed his wife's strange expression.

"Honey?"

At that moment, the child who had been lying quietly suddenly sat up and tried to pull out his IV needle.

"Baby? What are you doing?" Yue Qin quickly stopped him.

"I need to go buy something!"

"What is it? Tell Dad, I'll buy it for you."

"Sacks, as many as possible," the child mumbled, his head lowered.

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