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

Pei Ji, chewing on his straw, glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, pulled his car keys from his pocket, and tossed them into Duan Hetong's arms: "Ride this."

Duan Hetong knew without even looking that this was Pei Ji's motorcycle.

He, Pei Ji, and Xie Lin all belonged to the same motorcycle club. Pei Ji usually treated his motorcycles like his wives, not letting anyone touch them, but today he was unusually generous.

It's rush hour now, and with the increasing crowds of onlookers and media arriving near the company, the traffic jam is expected to be severe. Motorcycles are much more maneuverable than cars.

"Don't thank me," Pei Ji said expressionlessly. "I did it for the little princess."

Duan Hetong handed him his car keys, and the two hurried to the parking lot.

The sky before the storm was terrifyingly oppressive.

What's even more terrifying is the heavy countdown weighing on my heart.

The nanny played nursery rhymes on a stereo while she busied herself in the kitchen.

Wen Li gritted her teeth, grabbed the rabbit doll and stuffed it into her small backpack. Without even changing her shoes, she slipped out on a small stool, just like she would when opening a door for Pei Ji.

The elevator leads directly to the private garage. When Wen Li arrived, Duan Hetong had already ridden away on Pei Ji's motorcycle, but his own Maybach, which he usually drove, was still parked in the same spot.

The little kitten certainly recognized the car. With its short arms and legs, it was surprisingly agile, like a kitten holding its breath, silently crawling into the closing trunk.

She was very familiar with this place and had filled it with many of her toys, thick blankets, and a huge plush bear, making it like a temporary little home.

The little dumpling curled itself up into a tiny pine nut and buried itself tightly in the pile of toys.

She held her small backpack in one hand and covered her mouth with the other to keep herself from making a sound.

They were afraid that if the adults found out, they would be thrown down.

Pear will not cause trouble for Baba.

Pear just wanted to stay with Baba.

The car door closed, and the engine started.

It was completely dark outside; night had come early, and a strong wind was blowing.

Inside the driver's seat, the car radio was dutifully broadcasting the traffic conditions at the destination.

Pei Ji gripped the steering wheel, staring at the busy windshield wipers.

He knew nothing about the trunk; used to riding two-wheeled vehicles, he couldn't resist speeding up while barely touching the line when driving a four-wheeled vehicle.

The car in front suddenly changed lanes, and Pei Ji frowned and slammed on the brakes!

The immense inertia caused the plush bear in the trunk to fall over with a thud.

Then, a sudden, childish exclamation erupted from the pile of toys: "Ah—!"

Pei Ji opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

He ignored the apology from the car in front of him, immediately pulled his Maybach over to the side of the road, and turned to look behind him.

A small head slowly peeked out from the gap between the back seats and the toy mountain.

The nanny's long hair, which she hadn't had time to tie up, was a mess. Her face was pale, and she was clutching her backpack tightly, still shaken.

The little group of children thought they would see Baba, but instead met Uncle Pei Ji's calm and indifferent eyes.

Huh...?

While Wen Li was still in a daze, the genius geek also crashed, which was quite rare.

...Which route's bug caused this to happen?

Despite the internal turmoil, Pei Ji's face remained impassive. He unbuckled his seatbelt, went around to the trunk, and carried the little dumpling and the rabbit plushie back into the car.

Despite it being his first time, Pei Ji quickly figured out how to do it and put her in the child safety seat and secured her.

Then he stretched out his index finger and poked the little dumpling's forehead: "You shouldn't be here."

The little dumpling sniffed, half guilty and half aggrieved: "Where's the babbling...?"

"I'll go ahead first." Pei Ji turned off the air conditioning in the back seat, turned up the overall temperature, and then took off his coat to cover her up.

The little bundle of milk was wrapped up like a silkworm, blinking its eyes.

This uncle may not be very talkative, but he is very thoughtful.

Pei Ji asked, "You'll behave, won't you?"

He has absolutely no confidence in taking care of the child alone, but he can't show it.

Looks like Uncle isn't going to leave me in the car? Then I'll be able to see Baba!

The little bundle of joy nodded repeatedly: "Pear Baby is the best girl!"

Pei Ji returned to the front row and started the engine again.

This time, the car slowed down considerably.

-

In the Duan Group's garage, beneath the dome, the engines of heavy motorcycles have fallen silent.

Wearing a suit while riding a motorcycle is not a harmonious combination, but fortunately, with Duan Hetong's figure and temperament, he can handle anything.

The assistant, who had been waiting, quickly stepped forward and handed over the coat.

Duan Hetong donned a crisp black overcoat, as if he were draped in a battle flag.

As he stepped out of the elevator into the company lobby, a thunderclap ripped through the sky above Tan City, and a torrential downpour began.

The assistant held up an umbrella for Duan Hetong, and Duan Xianchen stepped forward and reported the current situation in a very fast voice: "Those two brought a dozen or so people with them, and now seven or eight media outlets have arrived, as well as many passersby who do self-media. They are all live streaming now."

"There were too many onlookers, and some people felt that causing trouble like this was wrong, but overall public opinion was still in their favor. The vulnerable group of the elderly, children, and the sick naturally had the upper hand."

Duan Hetong asked, "Have Zhou Huateng's people arrived?"

"I recognized a few familiar faces; he must have contacted the media, but he didn't show up in person." Duan Xianchen sighed heavily. "His real intention is to crush us with public opinion, not to ask for money—Mr. Duan, proceed with caution."

"Caution?" Duan Hetong's dark eyes held a storm brewing within them as he chuckled softly. "Now that the stage has been set, I have to go up and put on a show to repay his efforts."

Someone shouted, "President Duan is here!" The employees crowding at the door made way, silently watching Duan Hetong walk out of the building.

The area in front of the group's building was already crowded with people.

Even when it started raining, they just opened their umbrellas; no one seemed inclined to leave.

In the center of the crowd, Chen Xiulan sat on the ground, supported by Wen Guoliang; both of them wore sorrowful expressions.

Behind them, several dark-skinned, strong young men were holding up a banner with white lettering on a black background.

Left side of the text: [Wealthy families abuse their power and bully others, forcibly abducting young children]

The inscription on the right reads: "The Duan family oppresses the common people; give me back my family!"

Chen Xiulan completely abandoned all pretense of dignity, her hair disheveled, slapping her thighs and wailing:

"Everyone, please be the judge!"

"Our daughter, whom we raised with such care, was hit by a car and is now in a vegetative state; now our granddaughter has been kidnapped!"

"Does being rich mean you can disregard the law? Does Tan City really belong to the Duan family?"

Wen Guoliang squatted beside him, also looking haggard.

"We just want to see the child!"

"The Duan family won't even let us in the door..."

"Without our precious grandson, we two old folks can't go on living!"

The two of them sang in unison, as if they had truly suffered a great injustice.

The sound of rain mingled with the surrounding chatter:

"What do you mean? Their daughter was also hit by the Duan family?"

"No wonder they detained the child; he's an eyewitness!"

"Good heavens! What kind of major taxpayers are they? What kind of philanthropic pioneers are they? The Duan family appears glamorous on the surface, but what dirty deeds have they done behind the scenes?"

The chat rooms on various live streams were also in complete chaos:

The old man is so pitiful, having no one to rely on in his old age.

"Pitiful? Didn't you see the news that they wanted 300 million? I think they couldn't agree on the money, so they're throwing a tantrum."

How do you know? Did you see it with your own eyes?

[Hey, isn't that Duan Hetong? He finally dared to respond.]

Countless cameras turned around, and flashes went off all at once, making it as bright as day.

Chen Xiulan was the first to react. She scrambled to her feet, lunged forward, and tried to grab Duan Hetong's trouser leg.

"Mr. Duan! Mr. Duan, you've finally agreed to see us..."

The bodyguards immediately stepped forward to stop them.

Chen Xiulan immediately knelt on the ground: "We just want to see our child! You can't be so heartless..."

Wen Guoliang wiped his eyes, his face dry but soaked with rain: "Our child is connected to us by blood. If she's not doing well, we can't eat or sleep..."

Duan Hetong stood under the umbrella, his expression calm. He waited until the two finished their tearful tirade before speaking, "Are you done?"

The two froze.

"Yesterday at my house, you offered me 300 million, and I agreed," Duan Hetong said calmly. "It's only been half a day. 300 million isn't 300 yuan; there needs to be a process. Can't you wait that long?"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

"Three hundred million? Did I hear that right?"

"Didn't these two say they weren't expecting any money?"

"Damn, the Duan family is really rich. They're so willing to spend money on that kid..."

Chen Xiulan's face changed: "You...you're talking nonsense! We didn't..."

Duan Hetong smirked: "I've kept all the recordings. Now I can hand them over to our media friends—what do you think?"

Chen Xiulan fell silent, and Wen Guoliang broke out in a cold sweat.

Duan Hetong continued, "Actually, there's something I've always been confused about, and I'd like to take this opportunity to ask you two to enlighten me. Since your daughter's car accident, how many times have you visited her? How much have you paid in medical expenses, and what else have you done for her?"

The two instinctively avoided eye contact: "Our daughter...of course we're heartbroken..."

"Oh? Is that so?" Duan Hetong's voice was deep and unhurried. "I've seen many parents who, when their own child is in trouble, feel as if the sky has fallen. Some go bankrupt trying to pay for medical expenses, while others stay by the bedside without leaving for a moment. But as 'strong' as you two—"

He paused, his expression meaningful.

"Indeed rare."

The live stream chat sensed something different:

That's a bit unreasonable; what kind of parents act like that?

[But the Duan family hasn't denied that they were the ones who hit the person?]

[That can't be right, this car accident happened some time ago. If it really was the Duan family's doing, how could those two old bastards have waited until now to make a fuss?]

Don't you think Duan Hetong emphasized the word "biological"?

What does this mean? Is it an implication?

Wen Guoliang's heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, he felt that Duan Hetong's gaze was somewhat frightening.

It's as if they already know something.

...No, impossible. That matter was handled meticulously from beginning to end and would never have been leaked!

Duan Hetong's gaze swept lightly across the crowd, finally stopping in front of a certain camera.

"If someone wants to use the two elders to put on a show, I can play along, but we must also abide by social order. That's enough for today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguards began clearing the area, making the scene even more chaotic.

Not far away, a gleaming silver minivan waited quietly in the rain.

The woman looked at the noise in the distance, her hands trembling slightly.

She found a makeup remover wipe, wiped off her makeup, scratched her hair, and her clothes became disheveled.

Then she touched her pregnant belly, her expression revealing a hint of struggle.

From the shadows in the back row, a deep voice rang out: "It's your turn to step in."

The woman closed her eyes briefly, but finally opened the car door.

The heavy rain came head-on, and without even an umbrella, she staggered toward the crowd.

At the same time, Pei Ji led Wen Li out of the parking lot.

Wen Li had never been to Ba Ba's company before. When she saw the group's building soaring into the sky, like a silent giant standing in a storm, she widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Wow—!"

Wen Li took out a rabbit doll and handed the small backpack to Pei Ji.

Pei Ji: "?"

"Uncle, could you please keep these things safe for Pear Baby?" the little dumpling earnestly inquired. "There are cookies, a water bottle, paper, and also..."

It was practically a pledge of all their wealth.

The milk dumpling was relieved and looked around, searching everywhere.

Suddenly, upon catching sight of that familiar figure, his eyes lit up instantly: "Beep beep!"

She took off running, while Pei Ji was still weighing the light little backpack. In that split second, he reached out and grabbed nothing.

The milk ball wasn't particularly fast, but its small size and agility allowed it to weave through the crowd like a fish in a sea of ​​rain.

...it's over.

Pei Ji appeared expressionless, but he had already decided where to bury himself.

The company building's loudspeaker announced:

"The ground is slippery from the rain, please be careful."

A soft yet icy female voice echoed repeatedly.

The rain intensified, but the crowd remained unwilling to leave.

No one noticed that a small figure holding a rabbit doll was running towards the very center of the storm.