Chapter 4 Bro, the baby has been found

The sight of Little Baozi in such distress made Ye Weiwei's heart ache involuntarily. She reached out to touch Little Baozi but then saw the paint on the back of her hand.

Oops, she forgot that she was still dressed as the Zombie Bride. No wonder Little Baozi was scared.

Ye Weiwei turned around, grabbed the gray wedding dress and smeared it wildly over her face to ensure that all the red was gone before she turned back. In a coaxing tone, with tenderness, she said: "Baby, don't be afraid, auntie is a person, not a zombie. You see, are auntie's eyes pretty? They are full of you. Zombies and bad people can't have people in their eyes."

The previously frightened Little Baozi, upon hearing Ye Weiwei's words, smiled inexplicably. He slowly began to speak in his babyish voice: "Xiao Yiran."

Hearing Little Baozi's name, Ye Weiwei let out a sigh of relief and reached to ruffle his fluffy little head. With a smile, she said: "Well then... Xiao Yiran, how about auntie unties you now and takes you out to find your daddy and mommy, okay?"

"I don't have a mommy. My daddy doesn't want me." Little Baozi looked down as he spoke, his tears falling down like raindrops.

Seeing the little guy in tears, Ye Weiwei's heart twisted in pain, her chest felt tight. As she swiftly untied Little Baozi, she said, "Most daddies and mommies in this world love their babies dearly. You have to believe in your daddy, he might just be joking with you. He won't not want you."

Ye Weiwei's voice was very soft, creating ripples in the small pond of Little Baozi's heart, one after another.

Little Baozi stared into Ye Weiwei's eyes and suddenly burrowed into her embrace, hugging her tightly, choking out the word, "Mommy."

Ye Weiwei gently stroked the little guy's back and, once his emotions had somewhat stabilized, picked him up and walked outside with him.

It wasn't easy getting out of the haunted house. Ye Weiwei wanted to borrow a phone but no sooner had she taken a step than she was met with a host of Police and bodyguards in black suits.

The leading Police officer, baton in hand, yelled at Ye Weiwei, "Put the child down and put your hands on your head, now!"

Having been trained in prison for five years, Ye Weiwei subconsciously complied with police commands.

Thus, it took her less than five seconds to complete the hands-on-head gesture.

The stunned Little Baozi wanted to ask why Ye Weiwei did this when a bodyguard bearing the Xiao Family crest rushed up, quickly scooped up Little Baozi, and retreated swiftly, getting into an armored vehicle under the Police's watchful eye.

As for Ye Weiwei, her raised hands were secured by two Police officers, who cuffed her wrists with silver handcuffs, one on each side.

Half an hour later, at the Xiao Mansion in North City Haodui Golden Bottle Villa District.

In front of a floor-to-ceiling window, Xiao Jinghan's fingers, distinct in their joints, pinched a half-smoked cigarette, his face as always hard and icy, like a figure carved out of a centuries-old Icy Mountain, exuding a bone-chilling, heart-wrenching coldness that lowered the temperature of the entire villa drastically. So cold that no one could utter a word.

"Brother, the baby has been found. He's entered the villa district," Xiao Lingyun came trembling to his elder brother's side, covering his chest and letting out a quiet sigh of relief.

In the morning, the baby wanted his mommy and had a fight with her brother. Before noontime, the kindergarten sent news of the little guy's disappearance. The Xiao Family Guard Team was dispatched in full force, finally finding the tiny terror of their family at this hour.

"Brother, don't be so harsh on the baby in the future. He's not one of your employees, just a four-year-old child. It's normal for him to want his mommy." Seeing his brother's body move slightly, Xiao Lingyun mustered the courage, testing the waters as he preached.