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  “Uncle will take you to find your mother, okay? She told me to pick you up.” He was still smiling, but his smile had become less warming.

  Rainy hugged her doll stubbornly. “Mommy will never lie to Rainy. She said she will come and pick me up herself. Rainy is not leaving and staying here to wait for Mommy.”


  She did not want to go with the uncle. She was obedient. Mommy told her to wait so she would wait. This uncle seemed just like the bad guy who would bully children in her mother’s stories.

  The trafficker stood up and looked around, seeing that no one was there. He reached his hand out, intending to take the child away.

  This child was difficult to deceive so this way was the easiest.

  “What are you trying to do?” A teasing voice rang out, and the man froze, his hand mid-air.

  He turned around and saw a man dressed in off-white casual clothes leaning against a car. Even though his clothes are plain and simple, but with a closer look, one would see that he was clad in designer’s clothing from top to bottom.

  The man was extremely handsome, and the corner of his lips always hung with a faint, mocking smile.

  “It is none of your business. Scram if you don’t want to die.” The trafficker warned the uninvited guest, his heart filled with hatred. If not for this unexpected guest, the child would already be his.

  “None of my business?” You’re trying to kidnap my daughter, and it’s none of my business?” The man laughed coldly, and he lied without batting an eyelid.

  He was not even married yet, not to mention having a child. Unless it popped out of a boulder.

  The trafficker’s eyes flickered and looked at the clothes on the man, and then the car behind him. At this moment, the car door opened; and an even more handsome man appeared. His cold gaze and icy expression made the small-eyed man shudder uncontrollably.

  Rainy hugged the doll and blinked her eyes. She then stood up and started to run towards the smiling man, soon hugging his leg.

  The trafficker broke out in cold sweat. No wonder this child was so good-looking. It was the genes. He had offended someone he could not afford to offend.

  “I’m sorry, it was just a joke.” He laughed dryly, backing away and then running away when no one was there—as if he was being hunted.

  After a while, he was out of sight. He had perfected the skill of escaping.

  “What a clever child.” The man’s lips curled up into a smile, and then he bent down to pick up the soft body. She was really cute and really pretty. No wonder that man wanted to kidnap her. He could relate. If he brought this child back to the queen at home, then she would not keep forcing him to get married and have a child.

  “Dong Fangjing, look at this child. Isn’t she beautiful and cute? How can one give birth to such a cute baby? Could she be fake?”


  The man who was always in front of the car walked over and put his hands in his pockets. He narrowed his eyes and saw the little girl with a pair of big eyes, a small face like an apple, and rosy red lips in his lover’s arms. He gave a brief nod. “Yes, she is really beautiful. Du Jingtang, you can’t be thinking of bringing her home?”