Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 408 I Have a Playboy CEO Dad 1

(The previous chapter has been expanded to 4,000 words)

Rong Yu had never lifted a broom before, and his hands were completely accustomed to doing any housework. Now, being asked to sweep the floor, he was momentarily stunned. "Huh?"

"Ah what?"

At this moment, the two security guards who had been waiting outside the door were very perceptive. They rushed up with brooms and mops, working hard while saying, "President, let me do it. You can rest."

"Yes, we can handle that."

Seeing the pink figurine she wanted being swept away, Zhao Zhao got excited and shouted, "Don't touch it, I want that one!"

Zhao Zhao struggled fiercely, and Grandpa Rong couldn't hold him, so Rong Yu stepped in and picked him up.

The struggling child was like a pig during the Lunar New Year, extremely difficult to hold down. Rong Yu held back for a long time before lowering his voice and whispering, "Zhao Zhao, what exactly do you want?"

Even the security guard sweeping the floor was too scared to move after Zhao Zhao's shout. So, all four adults waited cautiously for Zhao Zhao's instructions.

In the end, it was Grandpa Rong, who knew Zhao Zhao best, who went over and picked up the pink figurine. "My dear grandson, is this it?"

“Yes!” Zhao Zhao’s eyes lit up, and he reached out to hook it. He has always liked pink things, and now his collecting habit kicked in. Even though the figurine was broken like this, he didn’t mind.

While he was carefully examining the figurine, Rong Yu was also carefully observing him. Seeing his son so interested in a piece of junk, he felt a little amused but also a little sad.

"Does Zhao Zhao like figurines? Shall I take you to buy some?" Thinking about how he had just made Zhao Zhao cry again, he felt very guilty.

However, Zhao Zhao didn't like figurines; he liked pink. He glared at Rong Yu and leaned back, clearly still holding a grudge. "I don't like figurines, I like pink!!! You stinky Rong Yu, don't you know that yet?"

If he hadn't reminded him, Rong Yu might never have known about his obvious preferences in his entire life.

The more Zhao Zhao thought about it, the angrier she became, and her eyes grew redder. Seeing that she was about to cry again, Rong Yu was on high alert and handed Zhao Zhao to Old Master Rong, saying, "Dad, catch her quickly!"

Just as Zhao Zhao was being handed to someone in mid-air, all three of them were stunned for a moment. "Rong Yu, are you even human?"

Grandpa Rong was dumbfounded. Zhao Zhao was right; Rong Yu had no heart.

Actually, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhao stopped crying and instantly held back his tears. He asked his grandfather for a hug with a cold face. He was really angry and he would never forgive Rong Yu again!

"Grandpa, I want to go home."

His most beloved grandson, with tears in his eyes, pitifully asked for a hug. Grandpa Rong's heart ached instantly. He took the child without glancing at Rong Yu again and walked out. "My good grandson, you were so good today. Grandpa will give you a reward~ What do you want~"

"Waaah... pink toy..." After being comforted by her grandfather, Zhao Zhao almost cried again.

“Sigh…” Rong Yu reached out, wanting to stop them, but didn’t know what to say, and could only watch them leave.

The messy office, the once noisy space, was now filled only with the sound of the security guard sweeping. Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Rong Yu looked down at the entire city. He was alone at the top as usual, but for the first time, he felt lonely.

Zhao Zhao...

This person, who had only appeared in his life in the last two years, was gradually drawing his attention, a feeling Rong Yu disliked.

I naturally started to feel a sense of rejection, but lately, I seem to be losing control. Zhao Zhao is such a captivating child. Whether it's her temper, her crying, her likes and dislikes, or her physical condition, everything about her is so striking and unique.

"Sigh..." Rong Yu sighed again. Every time he tried to calm down, he would feel sad when he thought of Zhao Zhao's pitiful little face before she left.

"President, we're all ready."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work." The two security guards did their best to tidy up the place, making the already empty space even emptier.

Rong Yu had no desire to stay there for even a second, so he skipped work...

His father was right; he was indeed not a good leader.

Hey.

Rong Yu is only twenty-five years old this year, a time when he is young, energetic, and loves to have fun. After leaving the company, he immediately invited some friends to go racing.

He's always been popular, and those who hang out with him are almost all the same kind of people. A group of spoiled rich kids went out, each driving a cool sports car, speeding down the street and attracting a lot of attention.

Finally, they arrived at the professional mountain racing track, and a group of wealthy and influential young people in their twenties got off the cars with smiles on their faces, creating a noisy scene.

Rong Yu smiled as he looked at the lively scene outside. He parked the car at a leisurely pace, opened the door, and looked up, his gaze meeting Ye Yu's, who had been watching him intently.

"Rong Yu, I heard you dumped my sister?"

Ye Yu's angular face was covered in frost, and his all-black clothes made him appear even more aloof.

The moment Rong Yu saw him, she knew what he was going to say, and said listlessly, "Of course, if it weren't for you, I would have dumped her after the first week we were together."

He squinted at Ye Yu defiantly, even managing a smile.

"Rong Yu, what nonsense are you spouting! My sister likes you so much, and this is how you treat her!"

Seeing that Rong Yu's expression didn't change at all, Ye Yu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He rolled up his sleeves, his face darkened, and strode quickly toward Rong Yu, who was still leaning against the sports car, cursing as he spoke, "You're such a heartless person!"

Several young people who were originally going to watch the show were worried that these two people with rather short tempers would cause trouble, so they quickly stepped forward to block Rong Yu.

"Hey, hey, Brother Ye, let's talk this over, don't get agitated!" Meng Leyan, who was always Ye Yu's lackey, immediately stepped forward and pulled him back.

Meanwhile, Xie Xiao, who was not afraid of trouble, stood beside Rong Yu with her arms crossed and said, "It's not easy for everyone to get together again, let's not fight and ruin the mood."

"My mood has been ruined, can you afford to compensate me?" He smiled wickedly, standing next to Rong Yu, their auras complementing each other perfectly.

"Rong Yu, Xie Xiao, you two are birds of a feather..."

Ye Yu and Ye Changning share the same volatile temper. Rong Yu had just escaped his sister, and now he's running into his brother. This family is truly a persistent nuisance.

Seeing that Ye Yu was still going on and on with his insults, Rong Yu grew impatient and gave him a cold look, saying, "Shut up."

"Don't you know what kind of personality Ye Changning has? I heard you two have a small argument every three days and a big one every five days. You can't stand her temper yourself, but you still expect me to put up with it. What do you take me for, Rong Yu? Your family's punching bag?"

Ye Yu was speechless after being rebuked, but his face grew redder and redder.

Seeing that he was unhappy made Rong Yu happy. He chuckled, slowly opened the car door, and got in. "What are you guys still standing there for? Aren't you going to have the competition?"

She's so fussy and indecisive, lacking any of the decisiveness of a man, unlike him, who seems indifferent to everything.

"Ha, look how arrogant you are. Wait until you lose to me, then let's see if you're still so arrogant!"

Ye Yu then got into the car, and after everyone was ready, at the referee's command, the eight brightly colored luxury supercars sped off.

Since getting his driver's license, Rong Yu has been racing. During his most passionate year at twenty, he participated in countless races, experiencing even the most rugged tracks, and winning numerous awards of all sizes.

The mountain race track they chose today, although more treacherous than usual, was a piece of cake for Rong Yu.

Beating Ye Yu, that good-for-nothing who only talks but doesn't do anything, is a piece of cake.

With a smug smile on his lips and an air of absolute certainty, he deftly steered the wheel, executing a beautiful drift and overtaking on the bend.

"Tch, useless thing."

Leaving Ye Yu's car far behind, Rong Yu arrogantly declared, "Ten Ye Yus couldn't beat me."

Hahahahahaha!

Just as he was about to laugh triumphantly, his phone, with its shattered screen, suddenly started vibrating. With plenty of time to spare, Rong Yu picked up the phone and saw that it was his grandfather's phone.

He casually pressed the answer button and said in a high-spirited tone, "Hello, Dad." Another bend in the road appeared, and to avoid falling off a cliff while multitasking, Rong Yu slowed down slightly.

"Dad, what are you doing on the phone? Why aren't you saying anything?"

There was no sound from the phone. Rong Yu frowned, a bad feeling creeping over him. He tried calling out, "Zhao Zhao?"

"Hmph!" A hoarse humming sound, typical of a cub, came from the other side. Rong Yu noticed something was wrong with his voice. "Where's Grandpa Zhao Zhao? Why is your voice so hoarse? Are you running a fever again?"

"Zhaozhao, say something!"

There was no sound from the other end, and Rong Yu assumed that Zhao Zhao was still throwing a tantrum. "Dad is busy right now, let's talk later," he said, preparing to hang up.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zhao, who had been waiting for her heartless father to ask more questions, finally broke down, crying out, "You stinky Rong Yu, I'm sick, I feel awful!!!"

As for Rong Yu, it seems that as long as Zhao Zhao doesn't express her needs, he will pretend not to see or hear her and stop bothering with her.

"You're such an annoying person! Rong Yu, I'm ordering you this last time: come home and be with me!"

The roar of an engine came from the other end of the phone, while the system in his mind announced that his young and energetic father was still playing dangerous racing games.

Zhao Zhao was furious. If he wasn't worried that his father would die out there, he wouldn't have bothered to call him.

"Rong Yu! Come home!"

On the phone, his sick son's voice was hoarse and tearful as he begged him to come home. Even the strongest heart would probably waver!

Rong Yu felt a lump in his throat. Looking at the finish line that was so close at hand, he finally gritted his teeth, slammed the steering wheel, and headed down another mountain road, leaving behind clouds of exhaust fumes and a bewildered Ye Yu.

In the end, Ye Yu crossed the finish line and won first place in the race.

But instead of making him happy, he felt frustrated and disgusted by Rong Yu's act of deserting his post.

"You idiot Rong Yu, you fucking look down on me?!"

Ye Yu shouted angrily, thinking that Rong Yu disdained to compete with him.

After all, Rong Yu had already far surpassed him, and with the finish line right in front of him, there was no need for him to turn away.

At that moment, he felt an urge to kill Rong Yu.

......

Rong Yu drove his supercar straight home, without even having time to change his clothes.

The racetrack was quite far from the Rong family villa, and it took him more than two hours to get back. During that time, his phone, with its cracked screen, ran out of battery, causing Rong Yu to drive at high speed all the way, which made him very anxious.

Zhao Zhao's aggrieved voice calling him home kept echoing in his mind, making him feel a rare pang of guilt.

Once a heartless person develops feelings, those feelings will become uncontrollable.

For Rong Yu, the past is often like fleeting clouds, gone and gone.

He never dwells on people or things from the past, but for this adopted son with only two years of memories, Rong Yu found himself reminiscing about their past.

But after racking his brains for a long time, he couldn't think of much about Zhao Zhao. Rong Yu started to panic. He began to wonder if he was being too indifferent to this son he had finally gotten.

The sun had set and night had fallen, but the Rong family villa area remained brightly lit. The roar of Rong Yu's supercar engine pierced the quiet atmosphere of the Rong family compound. Old Master Rong, who had been waiting in the hall, came out to greet his good son, carrying a stick he had prepared beforehand...

After making that phone call, Zhao Zhao slept the whole time, but in her dreams she always felt that something scary was staring at her.

"grandfather!"

He was covered in sweat and woke up with a shout. He opened his eyes instantly and saw Rong Yu's hesitant face peeking out from his bedside.

Startled awake, Zhao Zhao saw him and immediately burst into tears, crying, "Waaah... Where's Grandpa? I want Grandpa!"

Zhao Zhao is still young, and she always feels most insecure after waking up. She always subconsciously seeks out the people closest to her. When Rong Yu came to hug her, she pushed him away without hesitation, saying, "I don't want you! I want Grandpa!"

Instantly, another thunderous cry erupted.

"Ouch." Rong Yu stumbled as Zhao Zhao pushed him. His father had hit his legs a few times when he came back, and they still hurt.

However, he couldn't care less about his leg now. His son cried as soon as he saw him, and not only did he cry louder, but he also refused to let him get close. Rong Yu was forced to stand far away and dared not make any rash moves.

"Zhao Zhao." He called softly, but Zhao Zhao's crying, which had been about to stop, grew even louder and showed no signs of ending anytime soon.

Rong Yu had a terrible headache. Zhao Zhao had been sick for the past few days, her health had been poor, she had a fever from time to time, and she kept crying. Whenever she saw him, it was like seeing a plague god.

"Didn't Zhao Zhao want his dad to come back on the phone? Dad's back now, so please don't cry, okay?" Rong Yu's voice was stern as she coaxed and pleaded with him to stop crying. "Crying too much isn't good for your health. Come here, I'll take you to find Grandpa~"

Rong Yu tried to reach out and hold his hand, but Zhao Zhao refused to come closer. He even stood at the head of the bed, holding a pink doll that was taller than himself and guarding it in front of him.

"I... I didn't... want you to come back, I was just... worried you were dead." Zhao Zhao sobbed, her softest voice uttering the most heartless words. Rong Yu's initial enthusiasm for rushing home seemed to have cooled, and his heart was broken.

"You...you said you were afraid I'd die?"

"Racing, of course people can die!" Zhao Zhao accused, her eyes bloodshot. "That annoying Rong Yu, everything he likes is so hateful!"

Another devastating blow. Rong Yu couldn't even manage a smile anymore, while Zhao Zhao continued to cry, leaving him utterly speechless.

This time, he wasn't thinking about how his father would punish him for making Zhao Zhao cry; he was genuinely worried about Zhao Zhao's health.

He was tough and resilient, so nothing could bother him, but his fragile son was a different story. He was so weak that he even started to worry that his son might die while he was raising him.