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

"Unless Zhizhi tells me herself, I'll take them all with me."

Nan Zhi was so embarrassed by him that she buried her face in his chest, not daring to look up, her ears turning so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She couldn't bring herself to say it, so she could only weakly punch his chest, whispering as softly as a mosquito's buzz: "You bad...you rascal..."

Jin Si Nian took the opportunity to hug her tightly as she went limp, exploiting her soft heart, and bargained gently yet stubbornly: "Then how about I bring two fewer items?"

The little dumpling in his arms was so weak from his teasing that she couldn't resist him at all. In the end, she could only sullenly snuggle in his arms and silently consent to his actions.

After finishing the high-level meeting, Mo Xuanze pushed open the door and stepped into the empty and deserted president's office.

My gaze swept across the entire sofa and the corner windowsill, but I couldn't see Mo Xuanbai anywhere.

His heart suddenly felt empty, and a strong sense of panic instantly gripped his chest.

"Xuanbai?"

He called out in a deep voice, but the office remained deathly silent, without any response.

Mo Xuanze frowned deeply, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

He must be angry, angry that he lost the stone and couldn't find an identical one.

He immediately took out his phone and dialed his assistant's number, his voice cold and piercing, carrying the oppressive chill of a superior: "Li Han, access the company's entire surveillance footage. My brother is missing."

Li Han on the other end of the phone froze instantly, his heart filled with shock.

Mr. Mo's younger brother is missing; this is no small matter.

Mo Xuanze then dialed Mo Xuanbai's cell phone number, but all he heard was a monotonous busy tone.

Sure enough, Xuanbai would never answer his calls when he was sulking.

Within minutes, Li Han had sent over the surveillance footage from the entrance of the president's office.

Mo Xuanze opened the video, and the entire process was clearly recorded.

Mo Xuanbai, who was usually withdrawn and aloof and never took the initiative to get close to anyone, actually picked up a soft, cuddly little dumpling.

Leaving along the corridor, without taking the main employee elevator or the pedestrian staircase, I finally turned into the freight elevator shaft, which was not covered by surveillance cameras, and left the Mo's Building for good.

His eyes suddenly turned frosty, and the pressure around him was frighteningly low.

The freight elevators and back-of-house passageways are all blind spots for surveillance, making it impossible to track their whereabouts.

As he was deep in thought, trying to figure out where to start, a faint, panicked commotion suddenly came from outside the door, followed by a suppressed sob that rang out intermittently.

It was a warm voice.

She searched frantically, floor by floor, through the office area, her voice choked with sobs, her eyes red and swollen with worry, tears streaming down her face: "Bao'er... my Bao'er, where are you...?"

Her precious baby is lost.

It was lost at the company. Does that mean there are kidnappers in the company?

Hearing the heart-wrenching cries, Mo Xuanze felt an even more chilling aura emanating from him. He coldly said to the door, "Bring her in."

At this moment, Wen Nuan was in a state of utter confusion, her mind filled with thoughts of her missing daughter, and she had no time to care about her boss.

But with the 200,000 yuan surgery fee still looming overhead, this high-paying job is her and Bao'er's only support.

She could only hastily wipe away the tears on her face, her fingertips trembling as she knocked on the door, her voice heavy with sobs: "Mr. Mo, you wanted to see me?"

Mo Xuanze looked up at her, immediately noticing her reddened eyes and lingering tear tracks. He asked in a calm yet precise tone, "You have a daughter?"

"Your daughter is missing?"

Wen Nuan was startled and looked up in surprise: "How did you know? Could it be that you...?"

"Stop." Mo Xuanze interrupted her questioning, his tone cold and demanding, "Who gave you permission to bring the child to the company?"

Wen Nuan bit her lower lip, her nose stinging, feeling wronged but unable to defend herself: "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, there's no one to look after the child at home right now, I really had no choice but to bring Bao'er to the company."

"She was always well-behaved and sensible, and never ran away... I don't know how she suddenly disappeared."

Mo Xuanze turned the computer screen towards her, pointing his finger at the monitor screen and then at the little girl being held in Mo Xuanbai's arms: "This, is this your daughter?"

Wen Nuan looked closely and saw the familiar twin ponytails and pink jacket. She trembled instantly, tears welling up in her eyes again. She nodded vigorously, "Yes...yes, that's my darling."

"How could she have run off with someone else..."

Her warm gaze trembled, her eyes churning with a mixture of anger and self-reproach.

It seems Bao'er still didn't listen to what she said.

He just followed someone else—no, not someone else, but someone who was mentally unstable.

Isn't she afraid that he might be a bad person?

Warmth's fingertips grew cold as she anxiously looked at the man beside her: "Mr. Mo, where could they have gone?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than her phone suddenly chimed, a notification from the home security monitoring system.

[Ding—Your precious daughter has been detected and returned home an hour ago.]

She almost trembled as she clicked on the monitor screen, and a clear view of the living room came into view.

The TV was on and showing "Boonie Bears," and it just so happened to be on the episode where Xiong Er wanted to roast his older brother Xiong Da.

Wen Bao'er crossed her legs and leaned lazily against Mo Xuanbai's shoulder, intently watching her older brother play the game.

Mo Xuanbai sat upright in the center of the fabric sofa, tapping the tablet screen with his fingertips, quietly interacting with the child.

Wen Nuan turned her head and exchanged a glance with Mo Xuanze.

She had clearly told Bao'er that she shouldn't bring strangers home so easily.

He had clearly taught Xuanbai that it was impolite to casually enter a stranger's home.

"Mr. Mo, I need to take half a day off today." Wen Nuan didn't have time to hesitate, grabbed her bag from her workstation, and ran out.

Mo Xuanze frowned and immediately ordered the person outside, "Li Han, prepare the carriage."

Downstairs, Wen Nuan's small white electric scooter was parked prominently on the roadside.

She turned to look at Mo Xuanze, who was following closely behind, and tossed him a pink and white children's helmet with a rabbit pattern, saying quickly, "Mr. Mo, take my car."

"At least there's no traffic jam."

Mo Xuanze glanced at the congested traffic, paused for two seconds, and then reached out to take the small cartoon helmet.

A cool and sophisticated custom-made black haute couture suit paired with a children's helmet printed with cute bunny ears creates an overwhelming sense of incongruity.

He bent his long legs and sat on the back of the electric scooter. His tall figure filled the small back seat completely, leaving his long legs nowhere to go. He could only slightly bend his knees and lift them up to barely avoid the ground and reduce wind resistance.

The next second, with a soft hum, the electric scooter smoothly drove out of the parking space.

At the exit of the underground parking garage, Li Han had just driven his black Maybach out slowly when he looked up and witnessed a scene he would never forget—

The CEO of the Mo Corporation, a man with a cold and intimidating aura, was wearing a comical rabbit children's helmet with a WiFi feature on it, and sitting on the back of his assistant's mini electric scooter.

I dared not open my eyes, hoping it was just my imagination.

He must have mushroom poisoning.