Mommy, don't be afraid, I'll bring you blind boxes and scam you out of a wealthy family to

The ward of the First Hospital of Tan City was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

Three-and-a-half-year-old Wenli tiptoed and gently wiped her mother's face with a towel.

"Mommy, Pear was good today too." The little dumpling rubbed her face against her mother's hand. "Stepfather made Pear wash the dishes, the water was so cold, but Pear finished washing them; Aunt Bai called Pear a jinx, but Pear didn't talk back; they didn't give Pear any food, but Pear didn't cry either."

She spoke very seriously, as if she were reporting something worthy of praise.

The woman in the hospital bed had been asleep for nearly a year. She had long eyelashes and a beautiful but pale face.

She can't hear and won't respond.

Wen Li buried her face in her mother's hands and whispered, "Mommy, I miss you so much."

She remembered overhearing the nurses' conversation in the hallway—

"That guy surnamed Wen is a week behind on his medical bills. If he doesn't pay by the day after tomorrow, the bed will be given to someone else."

"Her husband said he wouldn't pay, so who would care about a person in a vegetative state?"

The little dumpling didn't understand what "vegetative state" meant, but she knew that without money, her mother wouldn't even have this bed.

Before leaving, Wen Li kissed the woman's cheek: "An'an, Mommy, let's think of another way."

It started raining when I left the hospital.

Wenli had no umbrella and stood under the eaves to avoid the rain.

She didn't know where to go tonight; she didn't dare go back to the house where her stepfather and Aunt Bai lived.

"Little friend, why are you all alone?"

Wen Li turned her head and saw two unfamiliar uncles, one tall and one short, smiling strangely.

The shorter man crouched down: "Do you want to save your mother? We have medicine that can wake her up. But you have to do us a favor, okay?"

"Can it save Mommy?" Wen Li's eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded vigorously.

The tall man patted her head: "Come with us."

The milk dumpling followed the stranger into an alley. The rain was getting heavier, and the alley was dark, like a monster with its mouth wide open.

Little Wenli was a little scared and stopped in her tracks: "Uncle, where is the medicine?"

The tall man turned around, his smile turning sour: "Medicine? Little darling—you are the medicine!"

Wen Li was so frightened that she kept backing away, but the short man grabbed her and said, "You two have struck gold today. Sell it in the mountains for at least this much."

They grinned maliciously and reached out to grab her.

"No... let go of Li Bao!" Wen Li struggled, but she was too small and had injuries from her stepfather's beatings, so she couldn't fight back.

Just as the tall man was about to cover her mouth, a voice suddenly rang in Wen Li's mind:

[Chirp! The Blind Box Shop is now active. New player privilege: Open 1 free blind box!]

A golden ball of light spun around in the depths of consciousness, eventually revealing a small gray box.

Xiao Wenli subconsciously tapped the box, which popped open from thin air, and a green blade of grass fell out.

[N·Itchy Foxtail Grass]

The grass swayed, and a tuft of downy hairs drifted down.

A fluffy hair fell into the tall man's nose, making him incredibly itchy. He couldn't help but sneeze and had to let go.

Wen Li took the opportunity to break free, but after running only a few steps, she stepped into a puddle and fell down with a splash.

"You dare run? I'll kill you!"

The short man caught up, and Wen Li was terrified. Then she heard the system notification again:

[Chirp! Host's survival in grave danger detected, triggering a hidden blind box. Opening...]

The box this time featured a simple stick figure drawing. Wen Li recognized it as the one she had drawn at kindergarten a few days ago—her imagined father.

[SSR - Super Powerful Guardian Dad] Pulled out!

Wen Li didn't understand what this meant.

Suddenly, a blinding white light pierced the rain, illuminating the dark alley.

The tall man covered his eyes with his hand: "Damn it, who's blind enough to dare shake me like that!"

The roar of the engine stopped abruptly, and a black heavy motorcycle came to a stop.

A man nearly 1.9 meters tall straddled the motorcycle, his upright posture and dark motorcycle suit making him look like an emperor reigning over the night, exuding arrogance and unruliness from the inside out.

The man took off his helmet and casually held it in his hands, revealing his chiseled, handsome face.

Those eyes were especially wild, looking down at us from above.

The shorter man was taken aback, then recognized him first: "Tong...Master Tong?"

Duan Hetong is the head of the Duan family, a top-tier wealthy family in Tan City. He has connections across the legal, illegal, and criminal worlds, and his influence extends far and wide.

Everyone in Tan City knows that he is not greedy for money or power, nor does he get close to women; his only passion is motorcycles, and he also enjoys racing in the rain.

Duan Hetong glanced at the trembling little girl and frowned: "You did this to her injuries?"

"No, no! I just reacted like this when I saw her!"

Through the misty rain, Xiao Wenli saw the tall man standing in the dazzling white light, like a god who had saved her.

She remembered the blind box from earlier, which was called "Awesome Dad".

Pear Baby, you got Dad! The system is amazing!

"Papa..." Little Wenli opened her arms to the man, her childish voice tinged with a weak sob, "Papa, it hurts so much, hug me, little Wenli..."

Duan Hetong looked down at the milk balls on the ground.

Her soaked clothes clung to her body, her arms were pitifully thin, and she was trembling with fear, but she still tried to look up at him.

Duan Hetong had seen many kinds of gazes—greedy, fearful, calculating—everyone wanted to get something from him.

But those eyes are so pure; all they want is a hug.

Rain dripped down his jawline as Duan Hetong got out of the car and reached out to scoop up a milk ball.

...It's so light.

It's like a cloud; it would break if you applied too much force.

The moment the little dumpling was picked up, he froze for a moment, then seemed to have found a safe haven, wrapping his little arms around his neck and burying his face in the crook of his neck.

He felt a liquid that was warmer than rain.

"...Don't cry." Duan Hetong didn't know how to comfort a child.

Xiao Wenli didn't say anything, but just hugged him tighter.

Duan Hetong held her in one arm and looked at the two people. His eyes were no longer lazy as before, but sharp like a black panther that had just awakened.

"I'll give you two choices," he said coldly. "First, get out of here now and never show your face in front of me again; second, I'll send you on your way, though the journey might be a bit bumpy."

The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "First! We choose the first one!"

Not daring to linger for even half a second, he scrambled away.

Duan Hetong withdrew his gaze and lowered his head.

The little baby in his arms looked up at him with its wet eyes, like a lost fawn.

"What are you looking at?" Duan Hetong asked.

Wen Li sniffed: "Wow, that's amazing."

Duan Hetong: "...I'm not your father."

The little dumpling wouldn't listen, buried its face back, and mumbled a soft "Ba ba."

Duan Hetong opened his mouth, wanting to correct her way of addressing her, but then felt there was no need to argue with a three-year-old.

Wen Li clutched Duan Hetong's clothes with her little hands, thinking, "This is the father I brought into this world. I, Li Bao, will definitely cherish him!"