It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

The van stopped at the service area for about ten minutes. The big man threw down two beverage bottles, got back in the van, and continued driving.

He restarted the car and followed the bread truck.

With the map of offspring, they can't escape.

After another hour's drive, we exited the highway and turned onto a provincial road.

The road is getting more and more remote.

On both sides are vast sugarcane fields and eucalyptus forests, with sparse villages and fewer and fewer streetlights.

Finally, in the middle of nowhere, the sirens blared.

Three police cars simultaneously surrounded the area from both the front and rear.

The bread truck panicked and tried to turn around, but the road was too narrow, and the rear of the truck got stuck in the roadside ditch just as it swung through.

The police car doors were flung open, and several police officers rushed out and surrounded the bread truck.

"Get off the bus! Everyone get off the bus! Hands behind your heads!"

The three people—the burly man with a scarred face driving the car, the tall, thin man in the passenger seat, and the woman in a floral shirt in the back seat—were dragged out.

The woman was holding a swaddled baby in her arms.

The baby's voice was hoarse from crying; it was unclear how long he had been crying.

Chen Mo's car was parked outside the police cordon.

He pushed open the car door and walked over quickly.

A police officer stopped him. "Sir, please step back."

"That child belongs to my friend," Chen Mo said, pointing to the swaddled baby in the woman's arms. "I followed them all the way from Ningcheng, and I was the one who called the police just now."

The police officer glanced at him, checked the information over the walkie-talkie, nodded, and let him come over.

The scarred man was pinned to the hood of the police car, his hands cuffed behind his back.

When he saw Chen Mo, his eyes widened in surprise.

"It's you!"

Chen Mo ignored him.

He walked up to the woman in the floral shirt.

The woman, holding her child, took a step back, trying to remain calm.

"What are you doing? This is my grandson! My daughter-in-law gave birth to him, and I'm taking him back to my hometown!"

Chen Mo suddenly stepped forward.

The muscle memory gained from combat proficiency is automatically activated at this moment.

He grabbed the woman's wrist with his left hand and twisted it outwards, while simultaneously supporting the swaddled baby with his right hand. The whole action took less than a second, and the child was already safely in his arms.

The woman screamed, "You're taking my child! Officer, he's taking my child!"

Several police officers looked at Chen Mo at the same time.

"Ha, you brought your newborn baby back to your hometown late at night?"

Chen Mo held the swaddled baby and looked down at the infant's face.

The child's face turned purple, his voice was hoarse, and he could only hear breathy sounds. He was furious.

"I just attended the baby's one-month celebration. The baby's mother's name is Zhao Siman, and she lives in Xiangsi Lake Residence."

"The child's mother may have been taken into custody, or even imprisoned."

"Don't let these people make those calls. Trust me, we're going back to Ningcheng right away, to the child's house."

The police officers exchanged glances, and their expressions changed.

The lead police officer, surnamed Liu, was a veteran policeman in his forties with deep wrinkles on his face.

He stared at Chen Mo, then looked at the three people, and realized that their panic was no longer concealed.

Scarface suddenly struggled and tried to dart into the sugarcane field next to him, but was immediately pinned to the ground by two police officers.

The tall, thin guy tried to run, but he was caught and brought back after only a couple of steps.

The woman in the floral shirt slumped to the side of the road and burst into tears.

Officer Liu glanced at her and walked up to Chen Mo.

"Do as Mr. Chen says. Get in the car and head back to Ningcheng."

He arranged for two police officers to escort everyone in the van into the police car, and then had a young policewoman sit with Chen Mo in the back seat, holding the child.

One of the police officers was driving Chen Mo's car.

On the way back, the baby cried until he was exhausted and finally fell asleep in Chen Mo's arms.

Two hours later, the convoy returned to Ningcheng.

Following the address given by Chen Mo, three police cars quietly drove into Xiangsi Lake Residence without turning on their lights or sounding their sirens.

The security guard was startled by the scene. Officer Liu showed his badge and told him not to make a fuss.

The group took the elevator to the floor where Wang Sicheng lived.

Chen Mo held the child and stood behind Officer Liu.

Two other police officers stood guard at the fire escape entrance to prevent anyone from escaping.

Officer Liu knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang.

No one answered.

I typed it again.

A muffled voice, reeking of alcohol, came from inside: "Who the hell is it, so late at night!"

The door opened a crack.

Wang Sicheng's face was flushed, his hair was a mess, and he was shirtless, wearing only a pair of wrinkled trousers. He saw a group of policemen standing at the door, paused for a moment, and then saw Chen Mo, and the child in Chen Mo's arms.

His expression changed instantly.

Officer Liu held the door frame with one hand, preventing him from closing the door.

"Wang Sicheng, right? Someone reported that your child was abducted. We intercepted three suspects on the highway and have brought them in. Now we need your cooperation. Turn on the lights and let us in."

Wang Sicheng's lips were trembling.

He glanced at the child in Chen Mo's arms, then at Officer Liu, and suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Chen Mo handed the child to the policewoman next to him, went inside, and turned on the light.

The living room was a complete mess.

The wine bottle lay on the floor, and the paternity test report lay spread out on the coffee table, black and white with a red stamp.

He pushed open the bedroom door.

Zhao Siman was tied to a bedpost, her mouth stuffed with a rag, her hair disheveled, and her face covered in dried tear stains.

The moment she saw Chen Mo, her eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of hope and complex emotions welling up within them.

Chen Mo walked over and untied the gag from her mouth.

Zhao Siman was panting heavily.

"My child..." her voice was hoarse, "my child..."

"It's safe outside," Chen Mo said.

Zhao Siman's tears welled up instantly.

The police officers came in, untied the ropes binding her hands, and helped her stand up.

She staggered, and Chen Mo reached out to support her.

"Where is the child...?"

"Outside, a policewoman is holding him."

Zhao Siman walked out, took the child from the policewoman, held him in her arms, pressed her face against the child's, and tears dripped onto the swaddling clothes.

The child woke up and burst into tears.

Officer Liu watched this scene, turned around, walked to Wang Sicheng, and squatted down.

"Wang Sicheng, those three people have confessed. You paid them to control your wife, Zhao Siman, and then gave your child to your relatives to take back to the countryside. You are suspected of child trafficking and illegal detention. Come with us."

Wang Sicheng sat on the ground, head down.

Then he looked up at Chen Mo.

"Chen Mo, the child is indeed yours. You've been watching me all along. You've won."

"Yes, yes, you're right." Chen's words were loaded with meaning. "Heh, Wang Sicheng, your thing down there is no good, and you've become a pervert."

"Although Zhao Siman was my first love, I haven't seen her for many years. If Brother Nan hadn't told me, I wouldn't even have known that she married you."

"And you, because of my appearance, doubted her and even tried to harm her, not even sparing her newborn child. You are a beast."

"If I hadn't been downstairs the whole time, you would have really succeeded."

Chen Mo gave him a long, quiet look, and spoke in a tone that was both sarcastic and somewhat earnest and meaningful.

"Wang Sicheng, it's your honor that Siman has been with you for several years. Does it really matter whether the child is yours or not? If Siman is willing, I can treat this child as my own."

After Chen Mo told this truth, he almost laughed at himself.

Yes, the child is my biological child.

But the other police officers stared at him in disbelief.

Is this guy the ultimate simp?

Hearing these words, Wang Sicheng felt utterly humiliated and flew into a rage. He picked up a piece of glass and slashed it at Chen Mo's foot.

Chen Mo immediately dodged.

Wang Sicheng was taken into custody by the police.

The police collected evidence, took photos, and asked them to go to the station to make a statement.

Chen Mo helped Zhao Siman catch up.

Zhao Siman looked at him with extremely complicated eyes, her heart also in turmoil.

He was downstairs the whole time, and he was even willing to treat the child as his own. He loves me so much, sob sob, I can't believe I missed out on such a wonderful person back then.

Chen Mo read Zhao Siman's inner thoughts and thought to himself, "Love you my foot! If it weren't for the fact that you're a mother and so curvaceous..."