Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

On a drizzly night, on an empty street, Mo Xuanbai squatted alone on the curb, his eyes fixed on the wheels of passing vehicles, silently counting them in his heart.

Black, 102.

Red, 125.

White, 150.

Not long after, a little girl passing by held a very beautiful stone with colorful paintings in her hand, instantly capturing his entire attention.

Mo Xuanbai stared blankly at the stone, his heart churning with conflicting emotions.

I wanted to take it, but my brother said I shouldn't just take other people's things.

But I really want it.

If I steal it, my brother will definitely criticize Xuanbai.

I really want it.

But my brother will be angry.

I must get it!

He gritted his teeth and quietly followed behind the little girl, comforting himself that he was just going to check on her and his brother wouldn't blame him.

He followed Wen Bao'er into the residential area, and stopped just as the little girl was about to go into her apartment building to go home.

My brother had warned me not to break into strangers' homes.

But then she thought about it again, and realized that her brother had ultimately entrusted her to the care of outsiders, and a feeling of grievance welled up in her heart.

Mo Xuanbai strode forward, grabbed the little girl's wrist, his face tense and his expression somewhat fierce.

With her hair styled in double buns, Wen Bao'er had a round face and was very brave. She showed no fear at all and instead gave a sweet smile: "Big brother, I want to go home now."

Mo Xuanbai remained silent, his gaze fixed on the stone in her palm, holding her hand tightly and refusing to let go.

He can't let her go back; he has to get the stone.

Wen Bao'er had a good impression of the clean-cut and handsome Mo Xuanbai, and gently tugged at his sleeve: "Big brother, it's so late, aren't you going home?"

"I'm going back now."

Mo Xuanbai pointed at the stone, his tone stiff and domineering: "Give it to me."

Wen Bao'er immediately hugged the stone tightly to her chest and shook her head in refusal: "No, you're a grown-up now, you can't play with small stones. I drew a pattern on this stone, it's a gift I'm preparing for Mom."

With his obsession dashed, Mo Xuanbai's inner turmoil finally erupted, and he reached out to snatch the stone.

With the force of the pull, Wen Bao'er's nose tingled, and she burst into tears on the spot, feeling wronged.

The child's cries startled Wen Nuan, who was about to go downstairs to pick someone up. She rushed over, hugged her daughter tightly, and looked at Mo Xuanbai with wary eyes.

"Who are you"

"What are you going to do to my daughter!"

Even as the little girl cried her heart out, Mo Xuanbai did not let go, stubbornly holding onto the stone and repeating, "Give it to me."

Seeing the man's erratic behavior, Wen Nuan worried that her daughter might be harmed, so she immediately took out her phone and dialed the police.

When the group arrived at the police station, they immediately saw Mo Xuanbai squatting alone in the corner of the interrogation room, head down, repeatedly biting his wrist to calm his inner anxiety.

On the other side, Wen Nuan, dressed in loose home clothes and with a delicate and gentle appearance, was holding Wen Bao'er, who was still sobbing, and gently stroking the child's back to comfort her.

The on-duty police officer looked at Jin Si Nian, Fu Ting, and Nan Zhi who had arrived, pointed to Mo Xuan Bai in the corner, and asked, "Which of you is his guardian?"

None of the three could be considered legal guardians. Jin Si Nian and his wife looked at Fu Ting.

It can only be him!

Fu Ting quickly stepped forward and carefully explained to the police that Mo Xuanbai suffered from autism, had gone missing alone, and had also fully explained the misunderstanding that had just occurred.

Nan Zhi's gaze remained fixed on Mo Xuanbai, filled with doubt, wondering what he was so focused on as he stared at the ground.

Jin Si Nian, standing to the side, had his gaze fixed on the little girl in his arms, whose crying had gradually subsided. He quietly took Nan Zhi's hand and whispered dreamily, "Zhi Zhi, when we have a little daughter in the future, I'll braid her hair myself."

Nan Zhi gently shook her head: "Let's talk about it after it's born... once it's born."

He doesn't know how to braid pigtails.

Jin Nian placed his palm on her pregnant belly, his voice full of anticipation: "We'll see the little ones soon."

He would be content if one of his two children was a daughter.

After the police had sorted out the whole story, Wen Nuan, holding the still somewhat aggrieved Wen Bao'er, said, "Officer Zhang, it's getting late, I'll take the child home first."

Officer Zhang nodded in agreement, but as soon as the mother and daughter stepped out of the duty room, Mo Xuanbai, who had been hiding in the corner, suddenly rushed out, grabbed Wen Bao'er without saying a word, and insisted on taking the stone from her hand.

The little girl burst into tears again, feeling wronged.

"Wow……"

Fu Ting hurriedly stepped forward and pulled, "Xuanbai, let go!"

Mo Xuanbai was so engrossed in his own obsession that he wouldn't listen to any advice. Jin Si Nian immediately stepped forward and, together with Fu Ting, separated him and patiently calmed the restless Mo Xuanbai.

Nan Zhi saw everything and knew that Mo Xuanbai never intended to harm the child; all he wanted was the stone with the pattern drawn on it.

Seeing that the mother and daughter were unable to leave for the time being, Nan Zhi turned around and instructed Jin Si Nian to find a stone.

Jin Nian was full of doubts, but he still obeyed and went outside the police station, picking out a smooth pebble.

"Child, what do you need the stone for?"

Nan Zhi explained: "He wanted...he wanted the stone in the girl's hand."

"Brother just... simply wants that stone in your hand, he didn't mean any harm." Nan Zhi walked up to Wen Nuan and her daughter with the pebble and explained softly.

After saying that, she gently patted Wen Bao'er's head and asked tentatively, "Could you... help this brother repaint a picture on the new stone?"

Wen Bao'er looked down at the stone she treasured in her hand, then glanced at Mo Xuanbai, who was looking dejected, and nodded softly, "Y-yes, that's fine."

Officer Zhang brought over a set of oil paintbrushes. Wen Bao'er looked up at Wen Nuan beside her and sweetly invited, "Mom, shall we paint together?"

Jin Si Nian reached out and pulled Nan Zhiwen into his arms, praising her softly, "Zhiwen is so thoughtful. It's a good thing I brought you here, otherwise this matter would not have been able to be resolved properly."

Nan Zhi looked up at him with a hint of resentment in her eyes: "You, you said before... that I would only come and cause trouble."

Jin Si Nian smiled, took her hand, lowered his head and gently kissed her fingertips, sincerely admitting his mistake: "I misspoke. Zhi Zhi has been a great help this time. No one else has Zhi Zhi's insight."

Nan Zhi then thought of Mo Xuanbai's older brother and asked softly, "Has his brother...has he come back?"

Jin Si Nian gently rested his head on Nan Zhi's shoulder, his tone flat: "I don't know. Fu Ting called Brother Mo, so we can only wait here."

On the other side, Wen Bao'er had already drawn a pattern on the pebbles. She held the stone up to Mo Xuanbai and generously handed it to him, saying, "Big brother, this is for you."

Mo Xuanbai took the stone. On the stone surface were two figures, one tall and one short, with the tall figure holding the hand of a small child. The scene was gentle and simple.

Holding the stone, he calmed down completely, no longer agitating or pulling at anyone.

Wen Nuan was holding her daughter Wen Bao'er, preparing to finish the formalities and leave the police station, when the police station door was pushed open and a figure soaking wet rushed in.

The man's hair was disheveled, and he was soaked to the bone by the cold rain. He entered the room without bothering to wipe the water off himself, his eyes darting anxiously across the hall as he called out hoarsely, "Xuanbai!"

Upon seeing the newcomer's face, Wen Nuan's eyes widened instantly, and she exclaimed in surprise, "President Mo!"

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