The doctor said it was fine, as long as she didn't bite with the injured area, it wouldn't be a problem.
Children aren't fools; how could she possibly bite with the painful, injured side of her mouth? Please believe in a child's intelligence; she was far smarter than adults imagined.
Rong Doudou happily began eating the cotton candy.
This soft, warm thing that looked like a rainbow cloud was delicious.
It was so sweet, melting the moment it touched her tongue.
"Moo moo moo—"
Rong Doudou ate with great relish, not forgetting to offer a bite to her Daddy, "Daddy, try it, it's extremely delicious."
Rong Jingyang turned his head away, "I won't eat it, Doudou eat it."
This was something for children; how could he, a grown man, eat it?
Rong Jingyang was very resistant.
"Eat, eat, eat." Mommy and Grandma taught her that good things must be shared, so she always thought of her family when she had anything to eat.
Rong Doudou offered it to her Daddy's mouth.
But Rong Jingyang leaned back, his lips tightly shut.
Rong Doudou kept chasing, feeding him, smearing cotton candy all over Rong Jingyang's face.
The esteemed Mr. Rong: "—"
"Daddy, don't dodge, it's really delicious, just try it."
Rong Jingyang: "I..."
As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, it was stuffed full of cotton candy, leaving him: "————"
"Daddy, isn't it very delicious?" Rong Doudou's eyes crinkled with a smile.
Rong Jingyang tasted it; it was sweet, but he didn't like sweet food.
However, seeing his daughter's swollen mouth but beaming smile, his resistance melted, "Mmm, delicious."
And so, on the street, a miraculous scene unfolded—the man whose stomp could shake global economies and whose raised eyebrow could send tremors through the world, the formidable Mr. Rong, was being fed cotton candy bite by bite by his daughter.
If the media were to capture this, tomorrow's stock prices would surely see considerable fluctuations.
All sorts of speculations would emerge, such as:
Had Mr. Rong's personality softened? Would his future investment projects change? Would he no longer be decisive and ruthless? Would he become indecisive and overly compassionate?
Rong Jingyang did not take his daughter to the amusement park again.
The bodyguards investigated the incident involving Rong Doudou; she had lost her balance and fallen.
It was likely her lip was cut by her teeth?
At the time of the incident, Rong Doudou had not had any conflict with other children.
Rong Jingyang knew it was his daughter's own fault. He told the bodyguards to leave the amusement park without causing trouble for anyone.
It was already noon by then, and the father and daughter entered a high-end Chinese restaurant.
A waiter walked in with the menu.
Rong Jingyang held his daughter on his lap, and they looked through the menu together, "What does Doudou want to eat?"
Rong Doudou pointed at the minced meat with egg tofu and the glutinous rice ribs, "These two are delicious."
She flipped further down.
Pointing at a picture, she said, "Daddy likes beef fillet and dumplings."
After ordering, Doudou turned to the waiter, "That's it, we'll have these four."
The waiter replied, "Certainly, please wait a moment."
After the waiter left, Rong Jingyang, having heard his daughter's words, was stunned, "Doudou... how did you know I liked dumplings?"
Rong Doudou replied, "Mommy told me." She said with a serious expression, "Mommy said Grandma likes durian, and Grandpa likes what Grandma likes. Daddy likes dumplings, Auntie likes sweet and sour ribs, Uncle likes what Auntie likes... blah blah blah..."
Rong Jingyang was astonished by his daughter's incessant chatter.
Du Ruoxin—knew everyone in his family like the back of her hand?
What about him?
Did he know her?
Rong Jingyang realized at that moment that besides knowing she had a strong personality, a wolf in sheep's clothing, he knew nothing else.
He didn't know what she liked to wear, or what she liked to eat?
Because when she was with him, everything about her was happy and joyful.
She wasn't picky about food or anything else.
As long as it was from him, whether it was a priceless gem worth millions or a one-yuan hair tie from the roadside, she loved it dearly.
This once gave Rong Jingyang the illusion that Du Ruoxin was a woman without emotions, principles, or individuality.
The esteemed gentleman couldn't help but reflect again.
How had he lost such a woman who loved him so deeply?