The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Deng Shentong was slightly stunned. He did not expect that Deng Yuanbo would suddenly mention Zhang Yi at such a moment.

He pondered for a moment, then answered seriously: "Zhang Yi is a very capable person, and his performance has always been outstanding. He has helped me a lot in many situations."

Deng Yuanbo nodded, seeming satisfied with Deng Shentong's answer.

He turned around, his eyes fell on Deng Shentong again, and he said slowly: "I can see that you trust him very much. But you have to remember what I taught you."

"You are born to be a leader, and you can only be a leader. He is a sharp weapon, and he can only be a sharp weapon."

Deng Yuanbo's eyes turned sharp: "Although the sword is good, if it is not sheathed, it will cut the owner."

Deng Shentong was silent for a while, nodded, his eyes flickered for a while, and then returned to calm.

He smiled and responded: "Uncle, I understand. Please rest assured that I will do my best and live up to your expectations."

Deng Yuanbo nodded. He believed that Deng Shentong could understand his teachings. After all, he was the one who raised this child since he was a child.

He twisted the beads in his hand, sighed softly, patted Deng Shentong on the shoulder, and looked his nephew up and down.

Deng Shentong is a nobleman created by the entire Deng family. His figure, appearance, and demeanor are impeccable. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the most outstanding man in the entire Blizzard City.

Especially that handsome face, which makes countless women feel ashamed.

Especially those eyes, with slightly upturned corners and long eyelashes, they are incredibly beautiful when she smiles.

He is exactly like his mother.

Thinking of that beautiful but crazy woman, Deng Yuanbo's old face showed a complicated and nostalgic smile, and he said for no reason: "You are also thirty-one this year..."

"When I first met you, you were only this tall."

Deng Yuanbo subconsciously gestured the position of his waist downwards.

Deng Shentong's father died very early, and he grew up abroad with his mother when he was a child.

She was a charming foreign female musician with golden hair as hot and dazzling as the sun. She liked to wear a white dress and sing loudly in the rose fields.

She is an excellent woman, but not a competent mother.

She can dance with countless men at a drinking party and maneuver between them with ease, but she can even forget to cook a meal for her own children.

Deng Shentong's childhood was free-range until he was five years old, and the only attention his mother gave him was piano pieces and nursery rhymes.

Even because her new husband thought the child was troublesome, she sent Deng Shentong back to Huaxu Kingdom without hesitation.

At that time, Deng Yuanbo, the head of the Deng family, took on this responsibility.

In fact, he did not have any expectations for his nephew at the beginning. He was in his prime at the time, and although he had no heir, he was not worried about the issue of offspring.

However, the moment he saw the child, he changed his mind.

Proud and smart were his first impressions of the five-year-old Deng Shentong. Then, he was beautiful, extremely beautiful.

The little face was raised high, and a pair of eyes looked directly at the completely unfamiliar uncle, and he said in fluent English: "Hello uncle, my name is Deng Shentong."

Even though he was abandoned by his own mother and came to a country that was completely unfamiliar to him, he did not show any fear.

Deng Yuanbo felt a little dazed. This child looked too much like his mother, and his whole body exuded a sharp aura.

It is hard to imagine that a child who lacks maternal love can actually have such natural pride and nobility.

He is simply a natural born king.

From that time on, Deng Yuanbo decided to seriously cultivate Deng Shentong. It seemed as if God was forcing him to cut off his retreat, telling Deng Yuanbo that he would no longer have any offspring.

Fortunately, Deng Shentong did not disappoint him. This kid was incredibly smart and it only took him half a year to completely adapt to the domestic language environment.

Not only that, Deng Shentong is very competitive in doing anything. Not only is his academic performance among the best, he is also very good at interpersonal relationships.

Apart from his flamboyant personality which is difficult to change, he has almost no shortcomings.

However, this may not be a bad thing for the heir of the Deng family, as long as his strength matches his pride.

But when he saw the strange man named Zhang Yi today, Deng Yuanbo had a vaguely uncomfortable feeling, as if he saw Deng Shentong when he was ten years old.

At that time, Deng Yuanbo's good friend gave him a wounded wolf cub. This little beast was wild and difficult to tame, and was not likable.

When the servants were about to dispose of it, the young Deng Shentong stared at it for a long time and suddenly said:

“I want to keep it.”

Deng Yuanbo explained: "If you want to keep a dog, there are plenty of expensive ones to choose from. This is just a wild wolf."

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice. He didn't want Deng Shentong to bring him trouble because of a momentary impulse.

Deng Shentong stood up, his eyes sparkling: "But uncle, that would be more challenging, wouldn't it? I want to tame it."

Deng Yuanbo looked at Deng Shentong's determined eyes and finally agreed to his request.

But in his opinion, it was just a little bit of childish mischief. If Deng Shentong was too obedient in everything, he would not act like a ten-year-old boy.

Unexpectedly, when he saw the wild wolf again, it had learned to stay quietly in the cage and be fed.

Although it would make a vigilant growl when other servants approached, Deng Shentong could actually reach out and stroke its fur.

Deng Yuanbo felt a little unbelievable.

He realized that this child not only had the potential to be a leader, but also possessed a special charm and ability.

Deng Yuanbo began to think whether he should pay more attention to Deng Shentong's qualities and whether he should be given more opportunities to display and cultivate this ability.

The wild wolf and Deng Shentong became closer and closer, and could even walk out of the cage and move around quietly when the leash was in his hand.

Deng Shentong also spent a lot of energy on it, and judging from his expression, he loved this "pet" very much.

The friend who brought the wild wolf to Deng Yuanbo came to Deng's house. He was a loyal lover of wild animals. He was amazed by this scene and asked Deng Yuanbo for this unique wolf to take back for research.

He was very curious about the transformation of this wild wolf and hoped to conduct a deeper study on its behavior and domestication process.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly docile wolf bit Deng Yuanbo's friend fiercely.

This unexpected move shocked everyone present, and Deng Yuanbo's friend was embarrassed and angry. He had never thought that he, a zoologist, was not as good as a ten-year-old kid.

Deng Yuanbo was very disappointed. In order not to embarrass his friend, he called for someone to kill the wolf. In his opinion, the wolf had lost its value for domestication and could become a threat to human safety at any time.

But Deng Shentong actually ran over to stop him.

He stood in front of the wolf, not even as tall as the iron cage, with a pair of eyes flashing with determination, and said, "It's my friend."

Before this, Deng Yuanbo would never have thought that Deng Shentong would disobey him because of this.

Deng Yuanbo slapped Deng Shentong in extreme shock and anger.

Although he soon regretted it, he never hit Deng Shentong and rarely even scolded him.

Although he felt distressed, Deng Yuanbo would not show it for the sake of face. He said with a straight face: "What friend? This is just a beast. How can a beast be more important than a human?"

There was a hint of severity in his voice, trying to hide his guilt and discomfort.

The fair little face soon became swollen. Deng Shentong covered his face and did not cry. Instead, he said seriously: "Because I treat it as a friend, it trusts me."

Deng Yuanbo's anger surged up again, and he scolded: "Deng Shentong! I say again, you are its master, not a friend! Be friends with a beast? Who do you think you are!"

He was filled with anger and disappointment. He couldn't understand why his nephew, who had always been well-behaved, would confront him again and again for a livestock.

What made him even more furious was that the wolf was actually staring at him with those green eyes, as if it felt no guilt at all.

Just because of a beast, it caused such a commotion? If it was because of some unknown woman in the future, wouldn't the Deng family be in turmoil?

Deng Yuanbo's face turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "If what you mean by taming it is to lower yourself to the status of an animal, then you shouldn't raise it."

"What the Deng family wants is a king who looks down on everything, not some kind of saintly saint who loves all."