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

Mo Xuanze looked at his stubborn and temperamental younger brother, his brows furrowed with difficulty.

Just as he was pondering how to appease her, the office door was gently pushed open, and the secretary whispered a reminder: "Mr. Mo, it's time for the morning meeting."

Mo Xuanze snapped out of his thoughts, rubbed his temples, looked at Mo Xuanbai, and softly instructed, "Stay here obediently for a while, your brother will come back to be with you after the meeting."

After saying that, he turned around, closed the half-closed door, and went straight to the conference room.

In the large, empty CEO's office, only Mo Xuanbai remained.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the rows of replica painted stones in the wooden box, his fingertips twitching and curling up as he touched the ground.

Xuanbai doesn't want that stone that isn't his!

Meanwhile, in the office area...

Wen Bao'er squatted behind the workstation partition for a long time. Her mother had said that "once the scary people are gone, you can come out for some fresh air," so she obediently crawled out from under the table.

She saw from afar that the CEO's office door was ajar, and inside sat the strange older brother she had met before.

The little boy ran over, peeked inside, pushed open the door, and immediately saw Mo Xuanbai standing alone by the table.

The little one's eyes lit up, and she pounced on him, hugging his legs tightly with her little arms. Her soft little face tilted up, and she smiled sweetly: "Brother~"

The sudden entanglement made Mo Xuanbai's body stiffen instantly. He looked down at the soft, milky-white little dumpling hanging on his leg, his tone filled with instinctive rejection and indifference: "Let go."

Who is this child?

Wen Bao'er not only didn't let go, but also playfully rubbed her face against his trouser leg, clinging to him like a little pendant and refusing to move.

Mo Xuanbai had no choice but to drag the little dumpling on his leg to the sofa and squat down.

"Brother, don't you remember me?" Wen Bao'er blinked her big, wet eyes and looked up at him with a pitiful expression.

"I don't remember." Mo Xuanbai's face was expressionless, his eyebrows and eyes distant, a typical example of autistic indifference.

These words made the little dumpling's eyes droop instantly, and her little mouth pursed: "I'm Bao'er... Last time at the flower bed downstairs, brother even snatched Bao'er's stone."

The word "stone" acted like a switch, instantly striking Mo Xuanbai's thoughts.

His hazy memories cleared instantly, and he gripped Bao'er's delicate little hand tightly, his grip force both urgent and obsessive: "Stone! My stone!"

The pressure from the fingertips was a bit too strong, and Wen Bao'er winced in pain, whimpering softly, "Ugh... it hurts, brother."

"Stone Baby didn't bring it with her today."

Mo Xuanbai's eyes dimmed instantly, and he pursed his lips anxiously.

Seeing this, Wen Bao'er quickly suggested in a soft voice, "Brother, do you want to come home with me to get it? That stone has been sitting at Bao'er's house all this time."

Mo Xuanbai's dark eyes suddenly lit up, and without the slightest hesitation, he nodded emphatically: "Okay."

Wen Bao'er nimbly climbed onto his arm and into his lap, whispering in his ear, "Brother, let's sneak away, okay? We can't let Mommy find out~"

Mo Xuanbai repeated, his tone rigid and serious: "We can't let my brother find out either."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and steadily picked up the little dumpling in his arms.

It felt heavy in his hand, far exceeding his expectations; it was actually solid. He paused for a moment, then asked bluntly in a low voice, "What did you eat to grow up like this?"

Holding this solid little dumpling, his arms were slightly sore and he was struggling a bit.

Wen Bao'er nestled in his arms, swinging her short legs as she earnestly answered, "Bao'er grew up eating milk powder, cookies, and Mommy's cooking!"

Holding the soft, heavy little one in his arms, Mo Xuanbai, relying on his vague memory, avoided the main entrance surveillance cameras and followed the employee-only delivery passage, leading Wen Bao'er out of the Mo Group building.

The two walked to the bottom of the Cuiyuan residential complex. Wen Bao'er held Mo Xuanbai's hand tightly and tilted her little face up, saying, "Brother, we're here! That building in front is my home~"

Mo Xuan's white feet suddenly stopped, his body stiffening at the entrance of the building, refusing to move forward even half a step no matter what.

Wen Bao'er stopped and looked up at her with her round little face full of confusion: "Brother, why aren't you leaving?"

The boy had long eyelashes drooping, and his voice was rigid and stubborn, adhering to rules ingrained in his bones: "I can't go into other people's houses."

My brother said that you should never step into an unfamiliar house or a space that doesn't belong to you.

"Why?" Wen Bao'er tilted her head, puzzled, and tugged at his finger forcefully. "Brother, you're already here, and no one's home. Mom's still at work. It's okay!"

She used all her strength to pull and tug at him, using both gentle persuasion and force, and finally brought the stubborn Mo Xuanbai to the entrance of the building.

The front door requires facial recognition to unlock. Wen Bao'er stood on tiptoe and stretched her little body upwards. Her fingertips barely touched the recognition screen, but she couldn't get her face in front of the camera no matter what she did.

She anxiously turned around in circles, but couldn't find the small stool she usually used to stand on. Her little face puffed out in frustration.

Mo Xuanbai looked down at her as she tried to reach the top on tiptoe, but couldn't reach it no matter what, and a slight pang of sadness swept through his heart.

He silently bent down, picked up the heavy little dumpling with one hand, and precisely positioned her face in the recognition area.

With a soft beep, the access control unlocked, and the door swung open.

"Thank you, brother!" Wen Bao'er happily slid down from his arms, skipped and hopped into the entryway, then peeked back out and waved, "Brother, come in quickly, Bao'er has some cookies for you."

The interior is small, a single-parent apartment with cute cartoon stickers on the walls and soft plush toys on the sofa. Everything is clean, tidy, and warm, a stark contrast to the spacious and cold Mo family villa.

Without saying a word, Wen Bao'er grabbed Mo Xuanbai's wrist and pulled him to sit on the soft fabric sofa.

The little girl's short legs skipped over to the snack cabinet, pulled out a bag of milky-flavored puffed cookies, and shoved it into his arms, her eyes sparkling: "Brother, eat this! It's super delicious!"

Mo Xuanbai lowered his eyes and looked at the colorful snack packaging bags in his arms.

His diet and daily routine were strictly controlled from a young age, and he never ate these kinds of oily and salty puffed snacks. His fingertips subconsciously wanted to push them away.

He was preoccupied with only one thing, and looking up at me directly, he asked, "Where's the stone?"

"Don't rush, brother." Wen Bao'er sat down next to him, skillfully turned on the TV on the wall, and then stuffed her pink-framed tablet into his hands. "Let's watch TV for a while, and brother can play some games in a bit~"

The tablet doesn't have a lock screen password set; opening it takes you directly to the home screen.

Mo Xuanbai looked down and saw that the screen was full of girly dress-up games and princess outfits, with lace skirts and sparkly accessories covering the entire page.

What a miracle! My Angela and Barbie dress-up diary

……

His fingertips froze on the screen, and his expression grew even colder.

He's a boy, so he doesn't play the games that girls like to play.