Jiang Can has now offended her, but Jiang Can is not only the daughter of the Yin family, but also the person Huo Zhixing cherishes most in his heart...

He Jin looked somber, but a hint of determination flashed in his clear eyes.

"Don't worry," he muttered to himself, "As long as I'm here, I won't let you get hurt."

...

Jiang Can went to the sanatorium early in the morning to accompany Yin Wenxi, and before they knew it, it was evening.

"Actually, I'm here taking care of her, so I don't need you at all!" Yin Ruohong kept urging her to go home. "Look, your mother is much better now. She takes her medicine on time every day and is recovering very well!"

"You've been out all day, and my little grandson hasn't been looking for you?"

"It's alright," Jiang Can said with a light laugh. "We have a nanny and a postpartum caregiver at home, and there's also breast milk prepared in advance in the refrigerator, so he won't go hungry."

"That won't do either!" Yin Ruohong said sternly. "Can Can, you have to think things through before you do anything. First and foremost, you're a mother!"

Jiang Can was slightly taken aback, her eyes stinging.

She is a mother, but she is also her mother's daughter. She only regrets that she didn't spend enough time with her mother before, and now that she has a child, she is overwhelmed with other things.

She turned to look at her mother in the hospital room.

Yin Wenxi was painting, still painting fireflies. Her brushstrokes were fluid, her colors bold, and her composition exquisite. With just a few strokes, she depicted a magnificent and colorful world.

Just then, she ran out of the paint she needed and cried out like a child, "Yin Ruohong!"

"Hey, I'm here!" Yin Ruohong quickly ran over.

"How many times have I told you! White paint is the rarest! White paint! You just won't prepare it for me, is that it?"

"What do you mean we didn't prepare anything? Look what this is!"

With a smile, Yin Ruohong pulled out a large box of neatly stacked white paint from under the bed, took out a tube, and gently squeezed it onto her palette.

"Is that better now?" He affectionately patted her head. "You've got inspiration again?"

Yin Wenxi rolled her eyes reproachfully, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Grandma, your drawing is so beautiful!"

"Who are you calling an old woman?"

"Well... Princess, is that alright?"

Yin Wenxi hit him hard on the head with a paintbrush.

The elderly couple laughed and joked around, making Jiang Can extremely envious.

It seems that Mom really doesn't need her to worry anymore.

Yin Wenxi and Yin Ruohong urged her to go home early to take care of the children. Jiang Can had no choice but to hurry back.

However, when they returned to their residence, they found the front door wide open and the nanny and maid had disappeared.

Her heart tightened, and she instinctively ran upstairs quickly.

The nursery door was also open!

There seemed to be someone sitting beside the cradle, intently watching little Junyu.

But that figure from behind definitely isn't Huo Zhixing!

In an instant, news reports about desperate criminals and human traffickers stealing and selling babies began to flash through Jiang Can's mind like sparks...

She was stunned for a moment, but then, suddenly seized by a sudden surge of courage, she held her breath and tiptoed into the room.

She first secretly pressed the alarm system on the wall.

After confirming that the person was still some distance away from Xiao Junyu, she suddenly swung her bag and smashed it hard against the person's head!