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

Negative news, stock price fluctuations, and her father's hospitalization—a series of major events have piled up, leaving Duan Hetong barely sleeping for two days.

Young Wenli couldn't comprehend the upheavals in the adult world, but she could sense Baba's despondency.

The study door remained closed, and the lights were off. The servants brought the meals up on time and then brought them back down untouched.

Baba locked herself up and refused to see anyone.

"Bipolar disorder" is too complicated for Xiao Wenli, but she doesn't want to see Baba so exhausted.

In the afternoon, a low-profile black sedan parked in front of the Duan family's old house.

Uncle Xie Lin got out of the car, bringing a stranger with him.

The uncle was wearing a dark gray trench coat and silver-rimmed glasses; he had a cool and aloof demeanor, like a lake covered in snow.

"Dr. Wen, this way please."

Xie Lin led the man inside and said to the butler who came to greet him, "Didn't Brother Tong dismiss that psychologist from before? This is Wen Suning, a top expert in the field of psychology, whom I specially invited from abroad."

Wen Suning glanced at the milk ball on the sofa, hesitated for a moment, but said nothing, then looked away and went upstairs.

The little dumpling hugged her doll and waited obediently outside, praying in her heart: "Baba, get well soon."

After an unknown amount of time, the study door finally opened.

Xie Lin immediately went to greet him: "How is it?"

"He's under too much pressure. It's best to reduce his workload for now. I've prescribed some medication. Keep a close eye on him these next few days and don't let him be alone for too long."

"Thank you, I will pass it on to his family."

Wen Suning's gaze fell on Wen Li again: "She is...?"

Even foreign elites have heard the recent rumors.

Xie Lin curled up the corners of his mouth: "Little Pear, from President Duan's family."

"Li Bao," Wen Su Ning repeated, her tone very gentle.

Wen Li didn't know that this uncle happened to share the same surname as her, but one was an orphan girl with no one to rely on and who was bullied, while the other came from a mysterious and powerful overseas Chinese family. They had the same surname but different fates.

Her little face was full of worry: "Uncle, is it... very uncomfortable?"

"He's sick, but he'll get better after taking the medicine." Wen Suning looked down at her, and after a long while, she reached out and gently touched the top of the baby's head.

"A long time ago... I also had a younger sister."

Then what?

Wen Li blinked.

But Wen Suning did not continue speaking.

When Xie Lin returned after seeing off the guests, he saw Wen Li still staring longingly at the study and sighed.

He squatted down in front of Wen Li and lowered his voice: "Little Li, Uncle has a secret to tell you. Your dad used to hate children the most."

He gestured towards the study, saying, "From childhood to adulthood, he's found even his own younger siblings annoying. When Xiao Chen was little, he clung to him and wanted him to hold him, but he pushed him away and said 'dirty.'"

Wen Li opened her eyes wide.

She also likes to be hugged by Baba, but Baba always agrees, right?

"So, for you, he made a huge exception." Xie Lin pinched his little cheek. "When we first met, our jaws almost dropped."

The milk ball subconsciously touched its chin, hoping it wouldn't fall off; then it felt sweet inside, as if it had drunk hot chocolate.

It turns out that Baba doesn't like all children; the only one Baba likes is Libao.

In 26 days, Pear will surely become Baba's daughter, right?

-

"boom--"

Duan Hetong slammed his fist on the center console, and as Maybach screamed in pain, blood seeped from his knuckles.

Duan Xianchen, his driver, and his bodyguard stood five meters away, none of them daring to approach.

Just now at the company, when the CFO said a few unnecessary words, Duan Hetong slammed his coffee cup against the wall, and the conference room fell silent instantly.

Someone urgently called Duan Xianchen to come and bring the matter to a close.

The expensive interior of the car was smashed to pieces by Duan Hetong. Duan Xianchen, who was kicked out of the car, felt heartbroken. Several of the items were auctioned off at great expense, but he dared not say anything.

Duan Hetong's voice was hoarse: "Everyone, leave."

The bodyguard looked at Duan Xianchen, who waved helplessly and left together.

Duan Hetong slumped over the steering wheel, his shoulders heaving violently. Blood dripped onto the wool floor mats, leaving a dark red stain.

His mind was filled with the old man's rebukes, the shareholders' questions, and the onlookers' mockery... They were like shards of glass, making it hard for him to breathe.

Until a small hand touched his knee.

Duan Hetong suddenly turned his head.

The little dumpling looked up, its dark eyes filled with fear, but even more so with worry.

Duan Hetong subconsciously put his hands behind his back, not wanting her to see him like this, his hands covered in blood, his eyes red, looking like a madman.

But Wen Li wasn't frightened. Instead, as if afraid of startling him, she quietly called out, "Ba ba..."

Such a simple and plain word, yet it was like a switch, closing the roaring prison of pain for Duan Hetong.

Little Wenli obediently picked up all the things that had fallen on the ground and put them back one by one; those she didn't know where to put, she piled on Baba's lap.

Then, she took out a rabbit-print disinfectant wipe, stood on tiptoe, and tried to reach Duan Hetong's bleeding hand.

She wasn't in a hurry even though she couldn't reach him; she just quietly held up her handkerchief and waited, as if she was certain that he would lower his head.

Duan Hetong looked at her, suppressing all the anxiety and anger surging in his chest.

He thought he understood his condition, that each attack lasted at least several hours, leaving him either exhausted or forced to take medication, and that he could never calm down on his own.

But Pear Blossom is here.

The world is flat, regular, and warm.

Duan Hetong slowly extended his hand.

Little Wenli was very familiar with injuries and bleeding, so she carefully wiped his wound and even puffed out her cheeks to blow on it: "Bob, blow on it, it hurts~ Feifei~"

Then, with a hint of anticipation, she looked up at him and asked, "Plop, doesn't it hurt?"

"...Hmm, it doesn't hurt anymore." Duan Hetong brushed aside the clutter, picked up the little baby, placed him on his lap, and examined him with a complex expression. "Little Pear, do you have magic?"

I feel that many incredible miracles have happened since I found this child.

Wen Li tilted her head, thought for a moment, then raised her index finger and put it to her lips: "Shh..."

It's a secret.

Duan Hetong pulled the milk ball into his arms and closed his eyes.

The little girl patted his back gently, acting like a little adult, and comforted him in return.

"I used to think that someone like me would never have children in my life," Duan Hetong said softly, "but you... are different."

Wen Li asked cautiously, "Then, from now on, can Li Bao really be Baba's Li Bao?"

"Don't you believe me?"

Wen Li blinked, a little nervously: "Li Bao doesn't want a stepfather, doesn't want Aunt Bai... Li Bao wants to live with Ba Ba forever..."

For a three-year-old, "law" is a difficult word to understand, but "forever" is easy to grasp.

Duan Hetong pinched her little cheek: "You keep your word."

The child nestled comfortably in the adult's arms, and the garage fell silent.

The storm has passed.

-

The rumors about the "Duan family's illegitimate daughter" were spreading more and more intensely. Duan Xianchen stared at the screen full of public opinion data, his face looking very bad.

A report from the group's technical department shows that the addresses of the online troll servers all point to the same source: Huateng Group.

As long-time rivals of the Duan family, the two sides were the final two contenders in the recent bidding for government projects.

Now that this negative news has broken, Duan's reputation and stock price have been damaged. It's obvious who benefits the most.

However, Hua Teng was cautious in its work and its finances were spotless, leaving no loopholes that Duan Xianchen could find to retaliate.

He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

The online flame war continues, while on the other side of Tan City, someone is typing away on a keyboard with a smug smile on their face.

The tough nut to crack, the Duan family, is finally about to be cracked.