In the time before Ji Baby was around the age of two, his presence in Ji Rui's heart was nearly zero.
Before turning two, Ji Baby was merely a guarantee for Ji Rui to confidently take on the position of president of the Ji Family. Ji Rui would only visit the mansion once a week to check that he was safely at home, and then he could leave without worry.
He can't remember when he started to care about the baby.
Was it when the baby, calling out "Daddy, Daddy," ran toward him with chubby little hands wanting a hug?
Or was it when the baby cried with tears and insisted on wanting Mommy?
Or perhaps, was it when his chubby little hands hugged his neck and soft lips kissed his face?
He only knows that from the time he started planning every Friday what to do with the baby on Saturday, he actually began missing that noisy little fellow. Alone in a cold bed, he would long for the baby who would sleep like a little heater in his embrace.
Missing means caring.
