Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 179: The Prodigy in the Cradle Makes a Move!
Sun Youde’s sweat slid down his temples and dripped onto his collar.
Cold.
He felt as if his wrist was frozen by the chill from that knife.
Just half an inch forward, it might not end well.
Lin Wan Yi maintained her original stance, her gaze quietly falling on Sun Youde’s flushed face.
She spoke.
Her voice was soft, but every word was weighted with a thousand pounds.
"I’ll say it again."
"If anyone dares to touch my child, I’ll go all out with them."
The few strong men behind Sun Youde felt their steps falter.
They were here to move things, not to face such a relentless aura.
Especially from a mother who had clearly thrown away all concerns for her child.
Outside the door, Liu Meiqin, who was watching the commotion, stopped cracking her melon seeds, not even noticing the shells falling to the ground.
Sun Youde, who was used to running rampant at the office, usually intimidated others.
Today, however, he was stunned by a woman and the cries of a newborn.
Shame and anger burned his nerves like fire.
He quickly withdrew his hand, as if shocked.
Then he stepped back, pointed at Lin Wan Yi, his voice turning sharp.
"You... you dare threaten a public officer!"
"Obstructing official duty! This is compounding errors!"
He yelled, trying to bolster himself with volume.
"What are you all standing around for!"
He turned to angrily shout at his subordinates.
"She’s just a woman, can she overturn the heavens?!"
"Keep searching!"
"Even if you have to lift up the floor tiles today, find the contraband!"
The subordinates exchanged looks, none willing to be the first to act.
That woman’s eyes were too resolute.
...
City Inspection Office, temporary confinement room.
The dim light bulb swayed, illuminating the mottled table and cold iron chair.
Gu Yanshen sat upright on the chair.
His back straight.
Like an old pine tree.
Outside the door, two guards peered inside through a small observation window.
"Old Li, just leave him locked up like this? Not questioning him?" The younger guard was somewhat uneasy.
The aura of the man inside was incredibly strong.
The guard called Old Li was a veteran slacker.
He snorted.
"Question him about what? Director Sun ordered to let him sit for a day, wear down his temper."
He knocked on the iron door.
"Hey! Inside! If you want water, explain your issues first!"
This was their usual psychological tactic.
However.
Gu Yanshen’s eyelashes didn’t even flutter.
He remained with his eyes closed, fingers tapping rhythmically on his knee.
His mind wasn’t on Sun Youde’s arrogant face.
But on a massive, intricate exercise terrain map.
The view from high point A is obstructed, requiring additional observation posts.
Crossfire at area B presents a three-second coordination gap.
Logistical supply on route C is easily hindered during the rainy season; a second mobility plan must be prepared.
He was completely immersed in the world of tactical simulation.
The air in the confinement room seemed to grow heavy.
The two guards outside felt a sense of suffocating pressure as they breathed.
Clearly, they were the ones in charge.
Why did they feel as if they were the ones under scrutiny?
Sweat was already seeping through the young guard’s back.
Old Li noticed something amiss too.
He felt that behind the iron door wasn’t merely a person.
But a tiger feigning sleep.
Just then.
Gu Yanshen opened his eyes.
His gaze pierced through the solid iron door, precisely intersecting with Old Li’s line of sight.
Old Li shuddered.
What kind of eyes were those.
No anger, no impatience.
Just an unfathomable abyss.
And a kind of... serene control over everything.
Old Li subconsciously took half a step back.
...
Gu Family Courtyard.
Sun Youde’s shouting didn’t instill courage in his subordinates.
He felt he couldn’t maintain face and desperately sought a way out.
His gaze wandered around the house, searching for a new breakthrough.
Soon, he saw it.
A brown leather suitcase placed atop the tallest cabinet in the living room.
The leather was high-quality, with a delicate brass clasp.
It was obviously valuable.
Greed flashed in Sun Youde’s eyes.
"That suitcase!" He pointed.
"Looks suspicious! Must be hiding valuable items!"
"Take it down for inspection!"
This time, the subordinates had a clear target, and the position was far from Lin Wan Yi.
One reacted quickly and rushed to grab a chair.
Another stepped on the chair, stretching out his arm for the suitcase.
Everyone’s attention within the room was drawn over.
Gu Lan nervously clutched her clothes.
Wang Guihua stood guard by the cradle, refusing to budge.
Lin Wan Yi slowly stood up, her wary gaze locked onto the subordinate about to touch the suitcase.
No one noticed.
In the other cradle.
The previously quiet Gu An moved.
His small hand grasped the edge of the cradle.
Perhaps due to a talent brought from the womb, or the nourishment of spiritual spring water, this month-old child possessed a strength far beyond ordinary.
With a strong push, the cradle, along with its wheels, silently slid half a meter to the side.
The position was just right.
At that moment.
"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."
A crisp, milky laughter suddenly rang out.
Everyone paused and looked towards the sound.
They saw the previously breathless crying Gu Ning now wide-eyed like a washed grape, staring at Sun Youde.
He stopped crying, instead grinned toothlessly with a particularly bright smile.
The chubby hand reached out and made a grasping motion towards Sun Youde.
The look was innocent and pure.
This sudden change caused a crack in the tension-filled atmosphere.
Sun Youde was also taken aback.
The mother who glared at him the previous moment.
The infant smiling at him the next.
This family... why did none of them play by normal rules?
But quickly, Sun Youde considered it a manifestation of his "official power."
He squared his shoulders.
See!
Even a baby knows to curry favor with the strong!
"Hmph, at least this little one is sensible."
He relaxed slightly and impatiently waved at his subordinates.
"Hurry up! What’s taking so long!"
To free his hand to gesture, he casually tossed the briefcase tucked under his arm onto a nearby sofa.
The motion was full of disdain.
Everyone’s attention at this moment was focused on the suitcase being carefully taken down from the cabinet.
No one saw.
In the corner shadows.
A small silhouette leveraged the cradle’s edge, climbing out from within.
He landed in the pile of scattered clothes with a very faint thud, muffled by the noise around.
Gu An raised his head.
Those dark eyes, calm far beyond a baby.
He crawled, using limbs with a motion still immature but exceptionally determined, towards the sofa.
His target, crystal clear.
Was the black briefcase Sun Youde had casually tossed aside.
Using the sofa as cover, the small body was completely cloaked in shadows.
He extended that pale little hand.
Reaching the metal clasp on the briefcase.
It was an old-fashioned spring lock.
Gu An glanced at it.
His fingers, endowed with agility and strength from the spiritual spring.
Pressed firmly on the clasp.
"Click."
A barely audible crisp sound.
The lock, opened.
