Even though he made a decision in his heart, his limbs seemed to be out of control and he walked downstairs, taking the elevator directly to the basement.

As soon as the elevator door opened, a Bentley with a South A license plate drove past. It was Si Lijue's car, and it was very ostentatious.

The car disappeared from Si Lijue's sight in an instant.

"Bao'er..." Si Lijue's pupils shrank, and he quickly chased after her. However, he stopped after a few steps, looking at the direction where Mu Bao'er left, with a bitter smile on his face. Why did he chase after her? Was he asking for trouble?

Si Lijue took a deep breath, his eyes empty, and he couldn't help but start wondering what Mu Baoer's twin daughters would look like. Would they be as cute as her?

He could have witnessed it with his own eyes, but he retreated because of escape and missed the opportunity to learn the truth.

In the days that followed, whenever Si Lijue thought about this incident, he would think that he was a complete fool. What was wrong with having a child? The child was kidnapped and the father didn't show up. How could such an irresponsible father be compared to the tip of Si Lijue's finger?!

Another explanation for the saying "the more you care, the more confused you become" is that the deeper the love, the more fearful you become, and the more you worry about gains and losses.

Ding-ling-ling... In the empty underground garage, the cell phone rang suddenly, sharp and piercing.

"Hello?"

"Master Li Jue, do you have time now? The old man asked you to return to the old house as soon as possible. He has something urgent to discuss with you."

"...Yes, I'll be there soon."

Si Lijue responded, hung up the phone, looked up and looked deeply in the direction where Mu Baoer left, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Seeing this, Si Lijue's men who were hiding and watching on the side sighed in unison, holding their foreheads in silence, and said in unison, "There is a reason why the boss has been single for so many years."

…

Hearing that Mu Xiaoche and Mu Xiaohan were safe, Lu Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief. He released all his strength and fell onto the sofa, murmuring, "My nephew is fine, he's not injured."

My tense nerves were temporarily relieved, but I still felt a bit unreal, as if I was suspended in mid-air.

Lu Jingyi looked up at Qin Zheyuan, his eyes covered with a layer of confusion, and said, "Qin Zheyuan, did I hear correctly? Baoer said that my nephew is okay? Are they on their way home?"

Qin Zheyuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he nodded and said, "Yes, you heard it right, they have already gone back."

"That's good." Lu Jingyi, still feeling a lingering fear, took another deep breath and slowly exhaled. He supported himself on Qin Zheyuan's outstretched arm and stood up. He looked down at Si Yiming, who was almost dead, and kicked him. "Very good, now it's my turn to settle the score with you!"

Because he was worried about the safety of Mu Xiaoche and Mu Xiaohan, Lu Jingyi had not done much to Si Yiming just now. Now... he grinned, and in front of Si Yiming's horrified eyes, he stuffed all the medicine left by Mu Baoer into his mouth, forced him to swallow it, and then dragged him into the bedroom and locked the door.

"Jingyi?"

Looking at his almost crazy state, Qin Zheyuan was shocked, fearing that he would impulsively do something irreversible.

Qin Zheyuan wanted to open the door, but was stopped by Qian Fugui, who clapped his hands and said, "Don't worry, Young Master Qin. My boss knows the severity of the situation. At most, he will stay in the hospital for a few months. He won't die."

“…”

Qin Zheyuan felt that it would be better not to say anything, but he was not so nervous after all.

…

No one knew what Mu Baoer had done to Luo Chen. Not only was his whole body limp and without any strength, he was also unable to move. He could only watch Mu Xiaoche and Mu Xiaohan do whatever they wanted to him, and his resolute face became extremely cold.

"Uncle handsome, why don't you speak? Are you mute? Oh, that's not right. You spoke to me and my brother at the beginning. So you are not mute but don't want to talk. Do you not like me and my brother? Why? Is it because Xiaohan is not handsome or cute enough?"

Mu Xiaohan is a chatterbox, the kind who would suffocate if he doesn't talk for a moment. Luo Chen has a cold personality and is so annoyed that his expression becomes colder and colder.

Mu Xiaohan ignored him and kept poking and scratching here and there.

Luo Chen was unable to move, and the two children had the opportunity to take revenge. They were ready to fight and excitedly asked Mu Baoer to go to the roadside to buy him a bright red skirt. The color was like the fabric of the large flowered quilt in Northeast China, full of rich and blooming peonies, which was very visually impactful. No one knew where Mu Baoer bought it from.

Although Luo Chen is a man, he is handsome. Even when wearing this gaudy skirt, he still manages to exude some of the nobility of a royal concubine, and he looks quite good.

Mu Xiaohan smacked his lips, looking just like a little fox.

Mu Xiaoche was even more ruthless. He was happily taking pictures with his mobile phone. As for Luo Chen's murderous gaze, he didn't care at all!

Mu Baoer saw everything that happened behind her in the rearview mirror. Her eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of amusement appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she laughed sinisterly:

"Hey darlings, there's a makeup box in the trunk. Check to see if it's still there. If not, Mommy will buy you one now."

That makeup box was given to me by Linda when I was attending a banquet. She felt she wouldn't need it, so she just stuffed it into the trunk. It's been a while, and I don't know if it has been cleaned.

Hearing this, Mu Xiaohan's eyes lit up. She crawled to the trunk and pulled out a small box, which was the makeup box that Mu Baoer had mentioned.

Although small, it has everything, including foundation, lipstick, eye shadow and eyeliner. Mu Xiaohan laughed and took out a powder puff and squeezed a handful of liquid foundation to apply on Luo Chen's face.

Seeing this, Luo Chen's icy face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, cracked for the first time. He gritted his teeth and said, "What are you going to do!"

Mu Xiaohan blinked and said with a wicked smile, "Handsome uncle, didn't you see? Xiaohan is going to put some makeup on you."

Luo Chen vomited blood: "You dare?!"

Mu Xiaohan grinned, "Uncle Handsome, I know you like women's clothing, don't worry, I will make you look beautiful and gorgeous, I guarantee it will be more jaw-dropping than a four-thousand-year-old beauty!"

Seeing Mu Xiaohan handing over the powder puff, Luo Chen's cold eyes showed a rare panic. He took a deep breath and said, "If you don't move me, I can tell you a secret."

Wow, what a secret.

Mu Xiaohan paused, blinked innocently, and asked, "What secret?"

Luo Chen stopped talking again, his eyes fixed on the powder puff in Mu Xiaohan's hand, and his intention to negotiate terms was obvious.

But unexpectedly, Mu Xiaohan did not play by the rules at all. "Forget it, I'm not interested in listening."

"I know who is behind your kidnapping!" Luo Chen showed his bargaining chip.