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.
"So, I'm Mommy and Daddy's biological child?" Rabi asked with his eyes wide open.
"Of course you are. We are brother and sister." Mili and Dot walked towards him and held him. "If Baker
dares to bully you again, we will beat him together."
"Okay." Rabi smiled through tears.
Seeing his brothers and sister hugging each other, little Dawny reached out his hands and said,
"Brothers, sister, hug. Let's hug each other."
When the children saw their younger brother, they ran happily to him and hugged him.
Looking at the children, Essie 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 and be very disadvantageous to his growth.
After that, Rabi took the cushion of the Flying Chess and played it with Mili and Dot.
Dawny could also play Flying Chess, so he climbed to the yellow seat and sat down.
Walt sat beside him and watched him play chess. His son was so smart that he would definitely be the
king of the world in the future.
Sitting next to Rabi, Essie said, "Baby, let me tell you. Even if you don't have 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 advantages. The most
important thing is to display his or her own advantages."
"Okay, Mommy." Rabi nodded. He rolled her eyes for two times and asked, "Mommy, what's my
specialty?"
"Our Rabi is good at many things. You can make delicious candy floss for 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 at playing marble. You can win a lot of marble every
time," praised Essie, stroking his little head.
"So I'm great, right?" Rabi's beautiful big eyes twinkled with bright light, as if small stars were twinkling.
He had never known that he was so good if it were for his Mommy's praise.
Dot was not good at making ice cream. It would fail every time, and Mili's marble was not as good as
his.
It seemed that as the elder brother, he had many advantages over his younger brother and sister.
"Yes, Mommy's baby is awesome." Essie thumbed up.
The four kids played Flying Chess.
Essie was feeding them fruits.
Walt looked at her from time to time. His little sun was the most beautiful, intelligent and kind-hearted
woman in the world.
She 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.
Although the baby boy was the smallest, his chess ran the fastest. He clapped his hands happily with a
complacent expression, making everyone laugh.
"Dawny, are you the reincarnation of the God of gamblers? You have thrown the dice for four times and
every time was six point." Mili smiled and pinched his pink face.
"Dawny is the best." The baby raised his eyebrows and didn't seem to realize that he was the youngest
baby.
"Indigo blue is extracted from the indigo plant, but is bluer than the plant it comes from." Dot touched
his little head and said, "You're so smart. I'm under great pressure."
"Dot, I'm not stressed. Why are you stressed?" Rabi looked at him seriously.
"That's right. You are my elder brother. I'm less stressed." Dot smiled.
"Maybe Dawny will be smarter than us when he grows up." Mili covered her mouth and giggled.
"Maybe." Dot nodded. His brother had passed the jaws of death, and he even won the fight with the
king of hell. It could be seen that his intelligence was extraordinary.
Dawny seemed to understand what they were talking about. He grinned and didn't intend to be modest
at all. Perhaps he inherited the narcissistic genes of his father.
Looking at 'his son', Walt was overjoyed. His son was destined to be different from others since he was
born.
As the elder brother, Rabi needed to show it. His mommy had praised him so many advantages just
now, and he had to show it.
His brothers and sister were all geniuses. He couldn't fall behind, lest his classmates would make fun
of him again.
After playing the Flying Chess, he went into his room and moved out the ice cream machine.
"Mili, Dot, Dawny, I'll make ice cream for you, okay?"
"Okay." The kids nodded at the same time in case their brother would be disappointed.
Rabi began to mix the milk shake and fruit.
"Mili likes strawberry 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
everyone's taste very clearly.
Rabi was indeed very talented in this aspect. He made a good milkshake, and even Mili and Dot were
not as good as him.
Soon, he made Mili's favorite strawberry ice cream.
Then he made other flavors of ice cream for his two younger brothers, mommy and uncle.
Essie knew that Rabi 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.
Therefore, she had to care more about him, give him confidence, and let him grow healthily.
As soon as Zac came back, the children happily greeted him.
"Daddy!" Dawny reached out his hand to him and asked for a hug.
Zac picked up the little baby and kissed his two little faces. "Baby, do you miss daddy?"
"Yes, I do." Dawny said in a sweet voice, "Brother made ice cream. It's delicious."
"Really? Did brother make ice cream for you again?" Zac smiled and stroked Rabi's head.
Rabi quickly made his favorite ice cream of the mix of orange and pineapple flavor.
Seeing the whole family was having a good time, it was inevitable that Walt felt a little envious. If he
had found Essie earlier, this happy family would have belonged to him. How could it be Zac's turn?
Why did Zac take away everything he liked and wanted?
The heir of the Rong family and Essie, should all be his.
Since both of them were equally powerful, why God had to make them be born to the same family?
Leila went downstairs.
At the sight of Zac, her eyes were filled with love again.
She had the same thought as Walt.
If it weren't for Essie, Zac would definitely be hers. Essie was a thief. She stole the man who should
belong to her and locked him so that she couldn't take him back.
Such a vicious woman shouldn't have lived in this world.
If one day she fell into her hands, she would let her die a horrible death.
"Walt, since you like children so much, why don't we start to plan to have our own baby?" she said with
a faint smile.
Walt was choked heavily. He glared at her and said, "I don't plan to do that this year. Let's talk about it
next year."
Leila pouted, "Why are you not in a hurry at all? I'm getting old. If I don't give birth, I'll become an
elderly pregnant woman."
"Yeah, brother, it's time for you and sister-in-law to make a plan. Don't always be so dandiacal," said
Essie in a joking tone.
"It's good to have Dawny with me now. It's too troublesome for me to give birth to a baby my own. I will
wait for a while." A look of impatience appeared on Walt's face.
Leila cast a sidelong glance at him. She really wanted to make it real with Walt so that she could save
her position as the young hostess of the Rong family.
She didn't want to leave Zac. Even if she couldn't be his wife, she had to stay with him for the rest of
her life, watching and guarding him.
She knew that even if she took revenge one day and drove away Essie from Zac, he might marry her.
Therefore, the position of the young hostess of the Rong family was very suitable.
As for Walt's thoughts, she couldn't care about them anymore. People always lived for themselves.
Walt stayed downstairs for a while and went upstairs. Leila followed him immediately.
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