Rong Lingyan’s eyes widened when she heard her Mommy’s glare, and she knew she was in trouble. Oh no, Mommy was angry and was going to hit her.
She quickly ran behind her uncle to hide. “Uncle, save me.”
Cristiano chuckled, glancing at the woman with mismatched eyes, and said dotingly, “Alright, Doudou knows she was wrong.”
It wasn’t a big deal, why was she angry?
Doudou was a beloved, lively, and cheerful little princess. He couldn’t dote on her enough.
Du Ruoxin: “——”
She had a premonition that her elder brother would be a stumbling block in her daughter’s education.
Winking at her own brother, she forced a smile and said, “How about you go have some tea on the side?”
Cristiano could tell Xin’er was trying to get rid of him, but Doudou was too well-behaved, and it wasn’t a major issue that warranted excessive fuss. He returned her smile, “Are you sure? I might just take Doudou away.”
Du Ruoxin’s face fell.
Fine, forget it. Considering her brother needed to establish his authority as a “protector” for his daughter, which would be beneficial for their future uncle-niece relationship, she would tolerate it.
No one would properly talk to Doudou later!
Du Ruoxin surrendered to them. “How can we take photos if you take her away?” She glanced at the clothes rack. “Hurry up and take your precious, well-behaved niece to pick out clothes!”
Cristiano chuckled again. “Let’s go pick out clothes.”
Rong Doudou was also very happy. “Mm.”
Uncle was amazing, even more amazing than Daddy. He could protect her like Grandma, hehehe.
Thus, the fearsome head of the Rothschild family, who struck fear into the hearts of men and ghosts alike, transformed into the most loving man in the world, carefully attending to his little princess.
“How about this one?” Cristiano acted as a human clothes rack, taking out one item after another for Rong Doudou to see.
“Not pretty,” Rong Doudou said dismissively.
“This one?”
“Still not pretty.”
“This one?”
“No.”
“This one?”
“Still no.”
They had almost finished picking out clothes, and Rong Doudou hadn’t liked any of them.
Cristiano’s initial joy gradually faded from his face. When he carelessly took out a sexy little outfit that was off-the-shoulder and exposed the entire back, he didn’t have time to dismiss it.
Rong Doudou’s eyes lit up. “This one is okay.”
Mommy and Grandma had never allowed her to wear clothes with so little fabric, but she thought it looked good.
She wanted to try it on.
“No!” Du Ruoxin and Cristiano said in unison.
Cristiano, in particular, had a stern face that exuded a primal fear. “Doudou is a little princess, not a shameless person.”
“Remember, the girls of my Rothschild family never need to rely on suggestive attire to gain attention.”
Cristiano tore up the revealing outfit.
He never denied being a hypocrite. He found it visually pleasing when other women wore bikinis, lace, or other daring, seductive clothing, but his own girls were not allowed.
Even if Rong Doudou wanted to wear it, she could only wear it for her future husband.
Beyond that, anyone who dared to look, he would gouge their eyes out!
Rong Doudou was startled by the strong reaction from her Mommy and uncle. Her lips quivered, her nose felt sore, and tears began to stream down her face.
Cristiano was completely at a loss and could only look to Du Ruoxin for help.
Du Ruoxin was stone-hearted. Her daughter’s tears could not move her on such a matter of principle. “You can’t wear it, and that’s final. Mommy said you are a little princess and must have princess-like composure.”
Composure was a gene embedded in a girl’s bones, and she hoped her daughter would always retain it.
“Dry your tears, quickly!” Du Ruoxin said with a serious expression. “I’ll count to three. One, two…”
Rong Doudou looked at her uncle with tear-filled eyes, seeking help again.
Cristiano had learned his lesson this time. He stood behind Du Ruoxin.
Rong Doudou’s lips pouted – she really wanted to cry her heart out, but she also knew that crying was useless.
She had no choice but to sniffle and, before her Mommy could count to “three,” quickly wipe away her tears.
Her appearance made all the aunts and uncles nearby want to laugh and feel sympathetic.
Children nowadays were so shrewd!
At only three years old, she was already so good at reading people’s expressions?
Du Ruoxin walked over to the mobile clothes rack, looked through all the clothes, and decisively picked out four outfits for her daughter.
Although Rong Doudou didn’t like them, her resistance was futile, and she had to accept her mother’s arrangements.
During the photoshoot, the little girl refused to smile.
Because she had been crying and still felt wronged, she couldn’t really smile.
Du Ruoxin didn’t bother to coax her daughter into happiness. Instead, the photography assistant and Caroline on the side tried their best to make Doudou happy.
“Doudou, smile.”
“Auntie will buy you toys, lots and lots of dolls.”
“Look here, smile…”
Unfortunately, no one could make little Rong Doudou happy.
Du Ruoxin whispered a few words to the photographer, who immediately captured the moment.
“Doudou, look at the ground.” The little girl’s tears hung on her thick, long eyelashes, making her look so pitiable.
“Doudou, look at the deer.” Big teardrops clung to the corners of her eyes, making one feel reluctant to look away.
“Doudou, reach out…” She portrayed the pain of “parting from loved ones” with utmost realism.
With one command from Du Ruoxin and one action from Rong Doudou, the photographer clicked away, and this “Parting” series was successfully completed.
It could also be used for a related photo album or picture book promoting animal protection.
This was Du Ruoxin’s well-considered plan.
For the second outfit, Rong Doudou didn’t need to maintain a “sad” expression, and Du Ruoxin immediately cheered her daughter up.
“Doudou, how about Mommy makes you cola chicken wings later?”
Upon hearing about the delicious food, Rong Doudou’s eyelids perked up, and she smiled. “Okay, okay.”
Her professional smile had an arc comparable to that of a trained child actor.
Caroline: “——”
So, the little princess of the Rong family was a foodie? If she had known that food could make her happy, why waste so much effort?