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 asked

towards him and held

Rabi smiled through

brothers and sister hugging each other, little Dawny reached out

the children saw their younger brother, they ran happily to

breathed a sigh of relief. She had to tell Rabi's identity until he grew up. If she told him too early, it would cast a shadow in his heart

of the Flying Chess and played it with

climbed to the

him and watched him play chess. His son was so smart that he would definitely be the king of the

a high score of intelligence, that doesn't mean you are not smart. Look at Mommy. Although I am not as intelligent as Daddy, I can still be an excellent fashion designer. Everyone has his or her own

Mommy." Rabi nodded. He rolled her eyes for

many flavors of ice cream. You also have a good calligraphy. And you can play table billiards.

twinkled with bright light, as if small stars were twinkling.

ice cream. It would fail every

seemed that as the elder brother, he had many advantages over his younger brother and sister.

Mommy's baby is awesome." Essie

four kids played Flying Chess.

was feeding them fruits.

time. His little sun was the most beautiful, intelligent and kind-hearted woman in the world.

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

the baby boy was the smallest, his chess ran the fastest. He clapped his hands happily with

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

The baby raised his eyebrows and didn't seem to realize

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

stressed. Why are you stressed?" Rabi looked

my elder brother.

us when he grows

and he even won the fight with the king of hell. It

to be modest at all. Perhaps he inherited the narcissistic genes of his father.

overjoyed. His son was destined to be

brother, Rabi needed to show it. His mommy had praised

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

went into his room and moved out the ice cream

make ice cream for

The kids nodded at the same time in case their brother would

the milk shake and fruit.

flavor. Mommy likes orange and uncle likes coconut," he murmured to himself

very talented in this aspect. He made a good milkshake, and even Mili and Dot

he made Mili's favorite strawberry ice cream.

cream for his two younger brothers,

was a very considerate child, He was also very sensitive. He didn't want to disappoint his parents or be looked down upon by his brother and sister.

about him, give him confidence, and let him grow