A Beautiful Misunderstanding

In the Rong Mansion, a flash of hatred flashed through Leila's eyes when she saw Essie.

Now she had transferred her hatred for Zac to her, and she hated her twice.

Walt was sitting on the sofa and playing with the little baby.

The baby liked him very much. As soon as he saw him, he would stretch out his hand and call him 'Uncle'.

He thought this was the connection between father and son.

After all, the baby was his son.

Essie brought his favorite fruit paste to him.

As soon as he saw her, the baby jumped on Walt's legs happily. "Mommy, eat fruit, eat fruit!"

"Fruit is here, baby." Smiling, Essie was about to take her son over.

"Let me feed him," said Walt with a smile.

Essie nodded and handed him the fruit pulp.

The baby couldn't wait any longer. He opened his mouth wide and said, "Eat fruit. Eat fruit."

"Here comes fruit, my little glutton." Walt looked at him dotingly and fed him a spoon of fruit paste.

The kids came back from school.

Rabi lowered his head, looking very depressed.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why do you look unhappy?" asked Essie, squatting down and looking at him.

Rabi blinked his eyes, and a drop of tear fell down from his eyes. "Baker said that both my brother and sister are prodigies, but I'm a fool. I don't look like my parents. I must have been adopted, not your own child."

Hearing that, Essie trembled violently and held him tightly in her arms. "Mommy's baby, you are very smart. You can dress yourself, wash your hands, tuck yourself in, recognize many words and recite many poems. Baker is talking nonsense. Don't listen to him anymore."

"Yes, brother. Baker is nothing like you. He said that because he was jealous of you." Mili was very angry. It seemed that the bad boy Baker deserved to be beaten. How dare he bully her brother.

"But I'm not as smart as you. You're all geniuses, and so is little Dawny. Only I'm not." Rabi lowered his head, looking self-abased and depressed.

"Brother, the three of us are smart like Daddy, and you are kind of like mommy. Didn't Daddy call Mommy little muddle-headed fool?" said Dot.

"So I'm not smart because I am like Mommy?" Raising his head, Rabi looked at Essie.

"Yes, if you are all smart like Daddy, Mommy will be so lonely. Fortunately, you are like Mommy. Mommy is too happy." Essie kissed his little face.

"Yes, just because you are like Mommy, Mommy loves you the most," Mili said with a smile.

I'm Mommy and Daddy's biological child?" Rabi

you are. We are brother and sister." Mili and Dot walked towards him and held him. "If Baker dares to bully you again,

smiled through

brothers and sister hugging each other, little Dawny reached out his hands and said, "Brothers, sister, hug. Let's hug

brother, they ran

She had to tell Rabi's identity until he grew up. If

cushion of the Flying Chess and played it with Mili

he climbed to

chess. His son was so smart that he would definitely be the

Mommy. Although I am not as intelligent as Daddy, I can still be an

Mommy." Rabi nodded. He rolled her eyes for two

your brother and sister, make many flavors of ice cream. You also have a good calligraphy. And you can play table billiards. You play it better than Mili and Dot. Besides, Rabi is good

bright light, as if small stars were twinkling. He had never known that he was so good if it were

at making ice cream. It would fail every time, and Mili's marble

he had many advantages over his younger

awesome."

played

feeding them fruits.

from time to time. His little sun was the

was particularly patient and loved Rabi. Other women could only love their own children, and they would not care about other people's children, especially enemy's.

chess ran the fastest. He clapped his hands happily with a complacent expression,

have thrown the dice for four times and every time was six point." Mili smiled

eyebrows and didn't seem to realize that

indigo plant, but is bluer than the plant it comes from." Dot touched his little head and

are you stressed?" Rabi

are my elder brother. I'm less stressed."

he

won the fight with the king of hell. It could be

about. He grinned and didn't intend to be modest at all. Perhaps he inherited the narcissistic

at 'his son', Walt was overjoyed. His son was destined to be different

to show it. His mommy had praised him so

geniuses. He couldn't fall behind, lest his classmates would make fun of him again.

Chess, he went into his room

Dot, Dawny, I'll make ice cream

kids nodded at the same time in case their brother would be disappointed.

to mix the milk shake and fruit.

flavor, Dot like pineapple flavor, and Dawny likes cherry flavor. Mommy likes orange and uncle likes coconut," he murmured to himself as he added some juice. He remembered

this aspect. He made a good milkshake, and even Mili and Dot were not as good as him.

he made Mili's favorite strawberry ice cream.

other flavors of ice cream for his two younger brothers, mommy and uncle.

also very sensitive. He didn't want to disappoint his

she had to care more about him, give him confidence, and let him grow