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

A sudden stop was made, a piercing screech of brakes filled the air, and the car lurched forward violently due to inertia.

Caught off guard, Mo Xuanze in the back seat stumbled forward, his tall figure suddenly bumping into a warm, soft back.

He was instantly thrown into disarray, his aura of nobility shattered completely. His long, slender fingers gripped the thin lever at the rear of the car tightly, and his jaw tightened as he hissed, "Do you know how much the insurance company will have to pay out if something happens to me?"

The wind whistled past my ears, the noise drowning out most of my voice.

Wen Nuan completely misunderstood, turning around in surprise: "What? You're going to give me money?!"

Mo Xuanze: "..."

A vein throbbed on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth, emphasizing his words, "I said—drive slower!"

The wind made her ears ring, and Wen Nuan, having misheard again, replied energetically, "Oh, okay, you want me to drive faster, right!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she twisted the throttle sharply, and the electric scooter shot forward instantly, its speed soaring as it sped ahead against the wind.

Mo Xuanze's pupils contracted slightly, and he was thrown backward by the inertia, his heart pounding in his chest.

As it approached the downhill curve, the warm and nimble electric vehicle made a sharp turn, causing its center of gravity to shift and the vehicle to tilt violently to the side, almost tipping over.

Mo Xuanze tensed up instantly, his voice trembling with tension: "Slow down!!"

"Received, hurry up!"

Completely oblivious to the despair of the passenger on the back, Wen Nuan accelerated downhill, the electric scooter speeding towards the neighborhood.

After a bumpy and high-speed journey, Mo Xuanze arrived at the Cuiyuan residential complex. The moment his long legs touched the ground, his body swayed.

The usually calm, collected, and all-encompassing CEO of the Mo Corporation was deathly pale, his brows furrowed, and his stomach churning—he had actually gotten dizzy from an electric scooter.

"Mr. Mo, are you alright?" Wen Nuan parked the car and turned to look at him with concern.

Mo Xuanze took several seconds to suppress the dizziness. His face was tense, and his tone was cold and hard, as if he were settling scores: "Assistant Wen, you've lost your performance bonus this month."

"Also, I suggest you get your ears checked!"

He developed otitis media at a young age.

He reached up and took off the cute and comical helmet from his head, then casually tossed it back into her bicycle basket.

Wen Nuan froze instantly and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Mr. Mo, please give me a reason for deducting my pay."

"The company explicitly prohibits employees from bringing children into the office area, and you violated the rules first." Mo Xuanze said sternly, citing the company's regulations.

These words hit the nail on the head, leaving Wen Nuan speechless and unable to refute them.

The two thousand yuan performance bonus was a significant portion of her savings for Bao'er's surgery. Her eyes reddened with anxiety, and she pleaded in a low voice, "Mr. Mo, I can do the work for you, please don't deduct it from my performance bonus?"

Mo Xuanze followed her towards the apartment building, his tone indifferent and aloof: "The company hired you to perform your duties; we don't need you to do anything extra for me."

He glanced up at the old, dilapidated stairwell and casually asked, "Which floor do you live on?"

"Fifth floor," Wen Nuan replied in a hoarse voice.

Mo Xuanze's brows furrowed suddenly.

The hallway walls are yellowed and peeling, the steps are uneven, the pipes are exposed, the facilities are old and rudimentary, and most importantly, there is no elevator in the entire building.

Why isn't there an elevator?

"This is an old-style resettlement community. It was built a long time ago and there are no elevators installed," Wen Nuan explained softly, pushing open the unit door and taking the lead into the narrow stairwell.

Although the place is old, it's not cheap either.

The rent is 4,000, not including utilities.

There's nothing we can do about it; this is S City, where land is incredibly valuable, and this place isn't close to the company. It takes two hours to commute to and from work.

It was already the best she could rent within her budget.

Good locations often have long commutes and are expensive.

The inexpensive ones are around two thousand, all located in the suburbs, with long commutes.

She simply couldn't afford to rent a nice place that was also close by.

You can only have two; you can't have both.

Behind him, Mo Xuanze, who had just been dizzy from the electric scooter and was physically and mentally exhausted, looked at the winding five-story staircase and his face darkened even more.

"The company pays you a decent salary, why don't you move to a better place to live?"

He remembered clearly that the secretary's assistant's base salary was 12,000 yuan, not including performance bonuses. The salary was already above average in the city, enough to rent a fully furnished apartment with an elevator.

Wen Nuan paused, lowered her eyes silently, and said in a soft but sore voice, "I still have a daughter to raise, and I need to save money for Bao'er's ear correction surgery. Every penny must be saved."

Mo Xuanze fell silent upon hearing this and did not press the matter further.

We walked silently to the fifth-floor door, where Wen Nuan raised her hand and unlocked the door using facial recognition.

With a soft tinkling sound, the door popped open.

Hearing the commotion, Wen Bao'er in the living room immediately jumped up from the small sofa, deftly breaking free from Mo Xuanbai's side, and called out in a clear voice, "Big brother, my mom is back!"

Mo Xuan's white eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly put down the tablet in his hand.

A glimmer of anticipation appeared in his eyes as he silently planned: once he got the stone, he would go home.

The little girl ran over, and instead of rushing to her mother, Wen Bao'er hugged Mo Xuanze's leg as he entered the room.

A small, soft lump hung on his leg, heavy and substantial.

Mo Xuanze lifted his foot; it was quite heavy…

It appears to be solid.

Wen Nuan was startled when she saw this, and quickly reached out to pull her daughter back from his lap, saying helplessly, "Baby, you've got the wrong person. Mommy's here."

Nestled in Wen Nuan's arms, Wen Bao'er tilted her little head and sized up the aloof Mo Xuanze, innocently asking, "Mommy, who is this man?"

"Can he be my dad?"

Warmth's heart tightened suddenly, and she hurriedly raised her hand to cover her small mouth, whispering urgently, "Don't talk nonsense, no, your biological father is no longer here."

Wen Bao'er was already used to this answer. She blinked her big eyes, pulled her hand away from her mother's, and said seriously, "I know!"

"Then he can be my second father."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xuanze looked coldly at the baby in his arms, his tone calm yet tinged with inquiry: "Then who is your big daddy?"

Warm eyes widened in shock. Before she could stop him, Wen Bao'er in her arms blurted out without thinking, "Big Daddy is the doctor daddy who lives across the street!"

The air fell silent instantly.

Wen Nuan was so embarrassed that she scratched her toes on the ground. She hurriedly waved her hands at Mo Xuanze and explained, "No, no, Mr. Mo, it's just a child's innocent talk. Please don't take it seriously!"

In a moment of panic, she gently patted Bao'er's little bottom.

Wen Bao'er covered her bottom and shrank back, crying out in a pitiful voice, "Ouch! Mommy, why did you spank Bao'er's little bottom?"

Mo Xuanze completely ignored the mother and daughter struggling awkwardly beside him, his gaze passing over them and landing directly on the boy sitting quietly on the sofa. His tone was calm: "Xuanbai, come home with your brother."

Mo Xuanbai stood with his back straight, his fingertips gripping the edge of the tablet, his body motionless, showing no intention of getting up.

Mo Xuanze sighed helplessly, and, mindful of propriety, turned back to look at Wen Nuan first, and only after obtaining her consent did he step into the house.

He knelt down in front of Mo Xuanbai and gently instructed him in a low voice: "Didn't your brother tell you that you shouldn't go into a stranger's house?"

"That's impolite."

Mo Xuanbai looked up at him, his eyes stubborn and straightforward, repeating the only thought in his mind: "Stone, come find Stone."

"You don't like any of the batch in the office?" Mo Xuanze frowned slightly and asked softly.

Mo Xuanbai shook his head vigorously, his tone rigid and resolute: "No, I don't like it."

Mo Xuanze straightened up, turned to look at Wen Nuan, who was still holding Bao'er and looked embarrassed, and said in a formal and polite tone, "Assistant Wen, could you please make another stone exactly the same as the one last time for my younger brother?"

Fearing she might worry about time and cost, and also considering her urgent need to save money for her child's surgery, he immediately set the fee without hesitation: "The labor fee is ten thousand."

Wen Nuan was suddenly startled, her pupils dilating slightly.

A painted stone, worth ten thousand.

This money was almost equivalent to more than half a month's salary for her, and it was a crucial source of income for Bao'er's surgery.

She instinctively tightened her grip on her daughter, her heart pounding faster.

Wen Bao'er, standing nearby, also widened her eyes and clapped her hands in surprise, exclaiming, "Wow...so much money!"