Extra 4

After finishing breakfast, Mianmian helped Rong Shi clear the plates.

“gege, here!” Cola handed over his completely empty plate with both hands.

Rong Shi took the plate and saw him puffing out his belly, blinking his big, watery blue eyes. “Can you touch me to see if I’m full?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu flicked him on the forehead. “Don’t you know yourself whether you’re full or not?”

Cola clutched his forehead and said aggrievedly, “But the teacher said you have to touch to know.”

Song Yu casually pressed his belly. It was hard and round like a rubber ball.

“Oof—” Cola sucked in his stomach and slapped his hand away. “Be gentle.”

Song Yu: “You ate too much. You don’t need to eat for the rest of the day.”

Cola was stunned. After thinking carefully, he defended himself in a small voice, “The teacher said you can still eat even if you’re full.”

Song Yu: “Did the teacher say that, or did you?”

Meeting Song Yu’s gaze, even Cola was a little intimidated.

“Mianmian said it.”

Mianmian, who had just finished clearing the table: “…”

Song Yu: “…”

So in this kid’s heart, Mianmian’s words are even more authoritative than the teacher’s?

“Son, let’s go see your dad.” Rong Guang couldn’t wait any longer and called Rong Shi to go with him to administer the new medicine to Ji Ruo.

“What’s the hurry?” Rong Shi unhurriedly opened his terminal, preparing to send a communication to Ji Ming to learn more about the new medicine.

It wasn’t that he doubted the efficacy of the medicine, nor was he afraid of it being swapped or anything, but since it was going to be used on his dad, he had to be more cautious.

But just as his finger was hovering over the virtual screen, Rong Guang’s terminal rang.

Ji Ming’s loud voice came through the virtual screen.

“Don’t inject it yet!” Ji Ming slurped his instant noodles, his words unclear. “I’ll come over in a while. I’ll check on A-Ruo first before we decide.”

“…”

Rong Guang’s face fell with disappointment. “Does that mean there’s a possibility that it can’t be injected?”

Ji Ming: “A-Ruo’s situation is special. I suddenly thought of a new plan when I was making my instant noodles just now. It might be more effective for him.”

Rong Guang: “Then—”

“We’ll talk about the rest later. That’s all for now!” After saying that, Ji Ming hung up the communication.

Rong Guang: “…”

The Major General, who had been in high spirits just a moment ago, now curled up on the sofa in a state of withdrawal.

“Father.” Mianmian climbed up and sat cross-legged beside Rong Guang. “Don’t worry, Dad will get better.”

Rong Guang came back to his senses, looked at his son’s sincere eyes, and suddenly broke down emotionally.

He’s already this old, yet he’s being comforted by his sick four-year-old son. He’s so useless, boohoohoo—

Rong Guang held him in his arms and stroked his head. “Your illness will also be cured soon.”

Mianmian nodded. Just as he was about to say something, a small golden head suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

Cola stuck out his butt and squeezed into Rong Guang’s arms with difficulty, snuggling up to Mianmian. He imitated Rong Guang and stroked his head, saying in an old and mature tone, “He will get better.”

Mianmian: “…”

You probably didn’t even understand what we were talking about, right?

Rong Guang found it amusing and casually asked, “Little Cola, you haven’t seen your family for so long. Don’t you miss your dad and father?”

“Wait!”

Mianmian was startled and hurriedly went to cover Rong Guang’s mouth, but it was too late.

“Dad? Father?” Cola was stunned for a moment, his mouth flattened, and in the blink of an eye, golden beans fell from his eyes. He cried aggrievedly, “I miss Dad, boohoo—”

Mianmian rubbed his temples, having a headache.

Those four words were taboo in front of Cola.

Usually, nine out of ten times he cried, he was faking it. Only when his dad and father were mentioned would he really cry to the point of being inconsolable.

Why did he suddenly start crying? Rong Guang was very flustered. He patted and stroked him, saying many nice words for a long time, but he couldn’t comfort him.

Cola got annoyed listening and hid in Mianmian’s arms, covering his ears and crying.

“Dad—Father—boohoo—”

Rong Guang: “…”

Just as he was thinking about whether to ask Song Yu for the Prince Consort’s and CEO Gu’s communication numbers, the weight in his arms suddenly lightened.

Rong Shi picked up the crying Cola and placed him in the crook of his arm, then picked up Mianmian and placed him in his embrace, casually tossing a lawnmower to Rong Guang.

“I’m taking them to train. You go mow the lawn.”

Rong Guang looked at the lawnmower and refused to take it. “You don’t know how hard it was to find some grass back then—”

Rong Shi walked towards the training room, his voice cool. “If the grass is still there when I come out, I’ll order the housekeeping robot to mow it.”

Rong Guang: “…”

Isn’t he the head of the family?

The training room was on the first floor.

With two military officers in the family, although they didn’t stay at home often, they would spend at least half of their time at home in the training room.

When the house was being built, this training room was the place that the Rong father and son had designed most carefully, besides their bedrooms.

Rong Shi walked to the carpeted area and sat down, letting Mianmian get the training equipment himself. He patted Cola’s bouncy butt. “If you cry anymore, you won’t be able to watch Mianmian train.”

Cola, whose eyes were red from crying, instantly stopped, sobbed, turned his head to look, and struggled to get down.

“I want to help Mianmian carry it.”

Rong Shi let him down. “You go get your own. No helping.”

Cola’s eyes were filled with tears. He looked at him aggrievedly, then followed Mianmian into the equipment room.

Song Yu sat cross-legged beside Rong Shi and smiled. “Everyone with the surname Song is completely eaten up by you.”

The two were wearing casual shirts, a complete departure from their usual serious style in military uniforms and school uniforms.

Especially Song Yu, who never buttoned his shirt properly. The open collar revealed half of his beautiful collarbone, an absolute focal point for one’s gaze.

Rong Shi glanced at him, instantly recalling the sensation of biting his collarbone. He reached over, pulled his collar tight, and buttoned it up.

“Be careful not to catch a cold.”

Song Yu: “…”

It’s a hot day, are you serious?

A moment later, Mianmian and Cola came back, each dragging a rabbit doll.

These two were different from the first one. Rong Shi had added sandbags inside and wrapped them with layers of foam latex material, increasing the weight while ensuring the two little ones wouldn’t get hurt because it was too hard.

Rong Shi: “Old rules, 30 throws to complete. If the posture is not standard, the punishment is doubled.”

Mianmian and Cola stood side by side, first doing warm-up exercises before starting to throw the rabbits.

Song Yu turned on the floating camera, recorded a segment, and posted it on his newly created social media account. It quickly received over ten thousand comments.

【Qin Luo: What kind of divine cub is this? Let me rua (pet/squish) him!】

【Chen Chen: How much per pound? I’ll take two.】

【Liu Hong: No wonder my battle request to Boss Rong went unanswered. Turns out he was playing with the cub.】

【Bai Ting: To be personally guided by the boss, I’m so envious.】

【Third Royal Uncle: Please express my gratitude to the Rong family on my behalf. A thank-you gift will be sent at the end of the year.】

【Gu Xi (Third Aunt): When are you bringing Mianmian to my house to play?】

Song Yu closed his terminal right after posting, not caring at all about other people’s reactions.

After completing the thirty throws, Mianmian wiped his sweat and lay on the rabbit doll, panting heavily.

Beside him, Cola was about to start his thirty punishment throws.

After the training, Rong Shi took two children’s ice cream cones from the refrigerator and handed them to them.

“Good performance today, a reward.”

Cola’s eyes lit up. He took the cone with both hands and smiled brightly. “Thank you, gege!”

Mianmian also hadn’t eaten this kind of thing in a long time.

His body was weak, so he rarely ate cold things. Even at eighteen, he would still crave ice cream when he saw it.

The two of them leaned against their rabbit dolls, sitting face to face on the carpet, looking blissful.

“Where’s mine?” Song Yu pointed at the strawberry-flavored cone in Mianmian’s hand. “I want that flavor too.”

Rong Shi: “You’re on a sugar ban. You don’t get any.”

Song Yu: “…”

Although he liked to eat sugar, he had few ways to get it.

Due to his pride, he couldn’t possibly go to a store to buy sugar himself, and he hadn’t reached the point of anonymous online shopping yet. In the past, he would always ask Qin Luo to buy it for him.

After being with Rong Shi, he basically relied on Rong Shi’s charity for a little bit of sugar.

He was a prince, yet it was so difficult for him to eat some sugar?

Song Yu narrowed his eyes and snatched the cone from Cola just as he was about to tear open the packaging to eat.

Biting into empty air, Cola looked up in confusion, ran to Song Yu’s feet, and loudly protested, “The cone is mine!”

Song Yu took a bite in front of him. “What I’ve eaten is mine.”

He finally got an ice cream cone, and it was snatched away.

The more Cola thought about it, the more wronged he felt.

Gege is so mean!

It’s just a pity I can’t beat him.

“Cola.” Mianmian beckoned to him. “You can have mine.”

He couldn’t eat much anyway. A couple of bites to taste it was enough.

Cola looked at the cone that his gege had taken several bites of, then looked at Mianmian, and trotted over, his eyes glued to the cone, unable to move away.

“But this is yours.”

Mianmian handed it over. “It’s okay.”

Cola swallowed his saliva. “Then, then I’ll just have a lick.”

Mianmian: “Mm.”

Rong Shi, who was just about to get another one: “…”

Song Yu felt no guilt at all for snatching his little cousin’s ice cream cone, and even ate it very happily.

Seeing Rong Shi staring at them, he deliberately held the cone to his mouth. “Want some? I’ll let you have a lick.”

Rong Shi turned his head, his gaze falling on the upturned corners of his lips.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the other person pulled it back.

“Never mind, it’s so small, it’s not even enough for myself,” Song Yu said with a smug smile.

But before he could take a bite, the cone in his hand was snatched away.

Song Yu fought back, but Rong Shi was faster, getting up and dodging.

Whenever sugar fell into Rong Shi’s hands, it was basically gone for good.

Song Yu chased after him. “That’s mine.”

Rong Shi took a big bite. “I bought it.”

Seeing that there was only half left, Song Yu became anxious and threw a punch. “Give it back, and I’ll let you go.”

Rong Shi kept dodging to the side. “No.”

Cola enjoyed Mianmian’s feeding, licked the cream on his lips, smacked his lips, and was extremely happy.

“Look, they’re fighting again.”

Mianmian was very calm as he fed the piglet. “Children don’t need to meddle in adults’ affairs. Here, eat.”

Cola: “Oh.”

A knock on the door suddenly sounded. Rong Shi and Song Yu stopped and turned their heads to look.

Rong Guang opened the door and said to those inside, “Your maternal grandfather is here. Come and see.”

Rong Shi’s eyes flickered. He handed the cone, which had only a corner left, to Song Yu, and went out holding the two little cubs.

Song Yu, who casually took it: “…”

Sooner or later, he would achieve sugar freedom.

Just as he walked into the living room, he heard footsteps coming from above. Rong Shi looked up.

Ji Ruo, with a jacket draped over his shoulders, was being helped down by Ji Ming.

“Dad.” Rong Shi quickly went to meet them and looked at Ji Ming. “Why are you awake so soon?”

“The new medicine works fast.”

Ji Ming had a stubbly beard, and his hair was messier than Rong Guang’s. He was clearly a top-notch scientist, yet he was wearing a cheap old man’s shirt, looking not at all like an intellectual, but more like a construction worker.

Mianmian: “Dad, how are you feeling?”

Ji Ruo reached out and held him, his eyes softening.

“With your grandfather treating me, I’m much better.”

Mianmian looked at Ji Ming. “Thank you, Grandpa. You’ve worked hard.”

Oof!

Ji Ming’s heart suddenly clenched.

This was the first time he had heard someone call him Grandpa!

It felt so damn good!

Cola was very unfamiliar with Ji Ruo, not as familiar as with Rong Guang, whom he saw occasionally.

Seeing that Mianmian and Rong Shi both called him Dad, he also followed suit in a daze, “Dad.”

Ji Ruo: “…”

Mianmian: “…”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu: “…”

Ji Ruo looked at this little golden-haired cub and said with a gentle smile, “It’s Uncle.”

Cola absentmindedly corrected himself, “Uncle.”

Song Yu: “…”

Little cub, you probably have a long way to go before you can enter the Rong family’s door.

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Author’s note:

Cola: Mianmian, Dad’s smile is a little scary.

Mianmian: Call him Uncle.

Cola: Oh. [Aggrieved]

#Everyone calls him Dad, why do I have to call him Uncle?#