He was still very young, and if the outside world knew that he had several billion in wealth at such a young age, I guessed his personal safety would have been at great risk.
Besides, there was no need to announce it to the public; the Rong Family’s internal matters shouldn’t become entertainment for others during their leisure time.
The inheritance hadn’t fallen into Rong Mingyan’s hands, which put Mother Rong at ease. Now, without any worries, she spent all day with Xiaocong, never leaving his side for a moment.
She treated him as if he were a precious gem that might shatter if dropped, or a sweet that might melt in the mouth.
Her affection for him had reached the point of being overbearing. Even when Xinlan wanted to play with the child for a while, she wouldn’t allow it and would find an excuse to send her away.
Throughout the whole day, Xiaocong and his mother hadn’t exchanged more than ten sentences.
Finally, at night, when Xiaocong said he was sleepy and wanted to go to bed, Mother Rong allowed Xinlan to carry him back to his room to rest.
After bathing him and changing him into pajamas, Xinlan placed him in bed and told him to rest.
However, he lay there, eyes wide open and completely devoid of sleepiness.
"Aren’t you sleepy? Close your eyes and go to sleep," she cooed, patting his body gently, but Xiaocong quickly scrambled up, seeking refuge in her embrace, his little arms wrapped around her neck and his small face rubbing affectionately against her chest.
"Hmm? What’s wrong?" Xinlan cradled his little backside with one hand and softly stroked his head with the other.
Xiaocong didn’t say anything else, just kept calling her, and she responded to him without a hint of irritation.
It was only after he had finished his cuddling that he lifted his head, his unfocused eyes trying hard to look at her face.
Biting his tiny lips, with long, curly lashes drooping down, he asked in a soft voice, "Mommy, will Xiaocong live here forever from now on?"
"Yes, do you like it here? It’s Daddy’s home."
"Then will you live here with Xiaocong?" he countered without answering.
Xinlan didn’t know what was on his mind, she could only respond to his questions, "Mm-hm, Mommy will live here with you."
Unexpectedly, instead of being happy, he bit his lip tightly, and his mood seemed somewhat downcast.
"What about Grandma? Will Grandma live here with us too?"
Xinlan smiled, "Missing Grandma?"
"After a while, Mommy will bring Grandma over, and then we can always be together."
When the time came, she would discuss it with Mother Rong. If she gave her permission, she would let her own mother move in with them.
If not permitted, she would rent an apartment outside to properly settle her mother.
Yet, after hearing her words, he still didn’t seem happy.
His eyelids slightly lowered, shadowing his pale little face with his long lashes, looking a bit forlorn and wronged, an utterly pitiable sight.
Xinlan cradled his face, focusing on his expression, and asked with concern, "Xiaocong, what’s wrong? Are you not happy?"
"Why? What happened?" she asked in surprise.
Her child had always been cheerful and blissfully simple; such a look of desolation shouldn’t appear on his innocent face.
"Mommy..." He raised his eyes, clearly lacking the self-restraint due to his young age; he couldn’t help but voice the doubt in his heart.
"My dad is Rong Shaoze, right?"
Xinlan was slightly taken aback; he had actually noticed that. Indeed, they had mentioned Rong Shaoze in front of him, not once or twice.