Dad has never remembered them, and Xiaocong is very anxious.
He doesn’t like his cold attitude toward them either, and hopes their relationship can improve soon.
"Mom, let’s think of a way to make Dad like us," Xiaocong said softly to Lin Xinlan while Rong Shaoze was not back yet.
Lin Xinlan looked at him and asked seriously, "Do you have any ideas?"
Xiaocong tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "We can be very nice to him. As long as we are nice to him, he will be nice to us."
This rule might work well on others.
But with Rong Shaoze, it might not be so effective.
He isn’t the type to reciprocate just because you’re nice to him. He treats those he wants to treat well.
"Alright, we might as well give it a try," Lin Xinlan nodded in agreement.
After all, to Rong Shaoze, they weren’t just random people. If they treated him well, he would probably be moved.
His mom agreed to his suggestion, and Xiaocong was very happy.
When it was time for dinner, Rong Shaoze arrived back on time.
Today, he felt the atmosphere at home was a bit unusual. Xiaocong sat on his left, and Lin Xinlan sat on his right. They were both too close to him.
"Dad, eat this. It’s your favorite," Xiaocong said with an adorable smile, enthusiastically serving him food.
Seeing him holding his chopsticks motionless, Lin Xinlan asked with concern, "Why aren’t you eating? Are you feeling unwell?"
"...No," Rong Shaoze shook his head and then started eating.
He ate quietly and gracefully, yet he ate very quickly.
Before long, he was finished.
He put down his chopsticks, got up, and said, "Take your time eating. I’ll go upstairs to work."
Xiaocong immediately hugged his leg and pleaded, "Dad, I want to play a game later. Will you play with me? You used to play with me before."
Rong Shaoze hesitated for a moment and then nodded slightly. Xiaocong cheered with excitement.
Lin Xinlan thought that letting him get close to the child first was a good idea.
As long as he liked the child and acknowledged their relationship, he wouldn’t reject her as much.
Father and son, one big and one small, sat on the living room carpet, playing with the remote control cars.
Xiaocong was having a great time, and Rong Shaoze gradually got into it as well.
Humans are naturally playful. Once they start having fun, their childlike nature emerges.
"Yay, I won, Dad, you lost!" Xiaocong jumped up excitedly and made a victory gesture.
Rong Shaoze didn’t even remember how to play this game; he was just getting familiar with it.
"Let’s go again." He said calmly, but his words carried a hint of unwillingness to concede.
Xiaocong raised his chin proudly, "Fine, bring it on! I’m not afraid of you!"
Father and son started playing again.
Lin Xinlan, holding a few-months-old Xiaotian, went over and sat down. Xiaotian watched them play happily, eyes fixed on the game screen, babbling excitedly.
In the second round, Xiaocong lost.
He was also unwilling to accept defeat and asked to play again.
Rong Shaoze smiled lightly, "Alright, one more time, then you go to sleep, and I’ll go to work."
"Okay," Xiaocong had to agree.
In the third round, Rong Shaoze won again.
Lin Xinlan smiled, this man learns things quickly. He had mastered the game after just one round and won every time. She couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of him.
After the game ended, Xiaocong obediently went to sleep.
Rong Shaoze turned around and saw Lin Xinlan sitting behind him.