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The little boy froze, his head tilted slightly upward, his exquisite little face unable to hide his shock.
He knew that leaving through the front door would definitely get him caught, so he deliberately hid in the yard, waiting for everyone to think he had already left the villa. When they anxiously went out to look for him, he could take this opportunity to sneak away unnoticed.
Unexpectedly...
The little boy hadn't recovered from the shock of seeing Qin Nanyu when Qin Nanyu's next wave of mockery promptly arrived, "Qin Morui, is this the extent of your abilities? Leaving home by acting like a dog?"
"..." The little guy said nothing, but his face turned red, as if he also felt embarrassed.
He pressed his lips together and turned his head, wanting to run.
Just as he stepped out with his little short legs, Qin Nanyu had already reached out, grabbed his collar, and picked him up.
Like carrying a little chick, he marched back inside.
The little guy couldn't accept his failure and kicked his little legs in struggle.
"Put me down, I don't want to go back, I don't like Dad, I want to find Mom—"
Qin Nanyu ignored his protests, directly taking him back to the villa and throwing him into his own room.
He shut the door.
Turning around, he immediately saw the butler standing behind him, looking worried, "Young Master Yu, is it okay to lock the young master in like this?"
"Why wouldn't it be? His failure to run away shows his lack of intelligence, he should reflect," Qin Nanyu left a statement, turned to leave, and had just reached the landing when he suddenly heard a bout of crying.
The immature cries were heart-wrenching, as tragic as they could be.
Qin Nanyu felt a tightening in his chest!
It wasn't out of pity, but from a foreboding feeling creeping up his spine.
He had been a father for four years, and he could count on one hand the number of times he heard his son cry.
Recalling his early days as a novice, facing a little life flowing with his own blood, he was still moved, until later—
Qin Nanyu recalled something, turned back towards Qin Morui's room. As he approached the door, he heard complaints from inside.
"Great-Grandpa, Dad hit me with a cane..."
"He hit me everywhere..."
"He won't let me eat or sleep, locking me in the dark room..."
"He won't let me go out..."
Qin Nanyu's nerves tensed, swiftly pushing open the door to see the little guy lying on the bed, holding a phone and fake crying. His temples throbbed.
Just as he was stepping forward to snatch the phone, his own phone rang.
Qin Nanyu answered it, and a robust voice of rage shot straight to his eardrums, "Qin Nanyu, are you really abusing my great-grandson, do you want to anger this old man to death?!"
Qin Nanyu held the phone farther away, lowering his voice, "Grandpa, don't listen to his nonsense, I admit I asked the butler to buy a cane, but I never touched a hair on him, he insisted on grabbing the cane himself and hitting..."
Qin Nanyu's explanation was interrupted.
The old man, concerned about his great-grandson, couldn't believe a word he said, his face full of heartache.
"I'm old, but I'm not senile. You don't let my treasure eat, sleep, or go out... Nanyu, that's your own son, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Qin Nanyu: "..."
The old man made a firm decision, "I've decided that Ruirui won't go to kindergarten for the time being, starting tomorrow, wherever you go, take him with you, cultivate your father-son relationship well!"
Qin Nanyu had a headache, "Grandpa, I still have to go to the lab tomorrow."
"You can take my great-grandson with you, get a female secretary to help take care of him!"
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