Ye Jiuliang raised her hand to cling onto his shoulder, pursed her lips, and smiled silently.

For a long while, the laughter near her ear did not cease.

Ye Jiuliang, helpless, scratched his arm, "Are you so happy you’ve gone silly?"

"Our kid, ours," he kept repeating this phrase, his rare excitement revealing his feelings at the moment.

"Little rascal, our kid."

Ye Jiuliang said with an acid tone, "Right, your favorite kid."

Even the motorcycle was bought only for the kid, definitely his favorite.

"Nonsense," Li Mochan let her go, looking at her with an affectionate gaze, "No one compares to you, this little rascal."

Even their kid couldn’t compare to her.

Ye Jiuliang felt a slight sourness in her teeth, and the smile in her eyes couldn’t be concealed.

She huffed, "Who believes you, just now you said you’d only buy a motorcycle for the kid."

"I won’t buy for him, only for you," Li Mochan wisely corrected himself.

While saying this, Li Mochan never anticipated that one day in the future, their kid would be naughtier than Ye Jiuliang, and both of them together would not be able to outmatch Little Tuanzi.

Ye Jiuliang smiled satisfactorily, "That’s what you said."

Li Mochan nodded, his hand as cold as porcelain jade gently resting on her belly, his lips curving into a radiant smile.

Ye Jiuliang, watching his cautious demeanor, asked curiously, "Do you want a boy or a girl?"

He replied without hesitation, "A boy."

Knowing he wasn’t the kind of person who valued sons over daughters, Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but be curious about the reason, "Why?"

He leaned close against her belly, rarely showing a childish side, "We’ll protect you. That’s enough."

Ye Jiuliang paused at his words, then the smile on her lips gradually deepened.

She said, "Hey, I don’t like cheesy stuff."

Li Mochan raised an eyebrow, "Neither do I."

The two shared a smile, the warmth of the moment almost drowning them.

...

"Have you seen Alei?" Mo Chen rushed in from outside, sweating profusely, anxiety written all over his face.

The servant shook her head, "No."

"Where could he have gone?" Mo Chen scratched his head, annoyed.

He took out his phone and dialed Alei’s number.

Still switched off.

Mo Chen furrowed his brows, wondering where Alei could have gone.

"Mo Chen, what are you blustering about? I heard your voice from upstairs," Mo Yu came downstairs, her voice slightly cold.

Mo Chen put away his phone, looking at Mo Yu with an urgent gaze, "Mom, where did Alei go?"

"Stop looking for him," Mo Yu said.

Mo Chen felt a sudden pang of unease, a bad premonition rising inside him.

"Mom, what do you mean by that?"

"Alei was taken away by your grandfather’s people. He will come back after a while," Mo Yu said nonchalantly.

Upon hearing this, Mo Chen’s face suddenly turned ugly.

He strode forward, anger on his face, "Why did grandfather’s people take Alei away?"

Mo Yu scolded, "Mo Chen, what is this attitude? You’re talking to me with such disrespect over a servant."

"Alei is not a servant," Mo Chen retorted.

Just then, Mo Su came downstairs, her tone displeased, "Mo Chen, watch how you speak to Mom."

As the words fell, Mo Chen turned to look at her, his gaze fixed on her. In two or three steps, he was up the stairs, confronting her, "Was this your doing? Was it you who had someone take Alei away?"

Mo Su lowered her gaze and glanced at him, her eyes filled with disdain, "Move aside."

Mo Chen moved a step, blocking her path, his gaze fixed on her, "Give Alei back to me."

Mo Su scoffed, "A servant, is he really worth all this fuss?"

"Give him back to me," Mo Chen insisted.

Mo Su jumped down a step, her face turning cold, "A disobedient dog needs to be taught a lesson. Mo Chen, don’t be so naive, and stop provoking me time and again."

"Hand over Alei," Mo Chen grabbed her arm, anger rising in his chest, his tone forceful.

"Let go," Mo Su glanced sideways at the hand on her arm, commanding.

He repeated the same sentence, "Hand him over."

Seeing the atmosphere reach a standoff, Mo Yu hurried forward to mediate, reaching out to pull Mo Chen’s hand, "Mo Chen, let’s talk this over, just let go first."

Concerned about Alei’s safety, Mo Chen was not willing to step aside this time, "Give me Alei, and I can overlook the rest."

"In your dreams," Mo Su shook off his hand and pushed him.

Caught off guard, Mo Chen stumbled to the side, his lower back hitting the staircase handrail.

"Mo Chen," Mo Yu tightened with concern, reaching out to help him.

Mo Su let out a cold laugh and proceeded down the stairs.

"You stop right there," Mo Chen steadied himself, shrugged off Mo Yu’s hand, and quickly followed Mo Su.

A sudden weight pressed on her shoulder, Mo Su glanced from the corner of her eye at the hand holding her down and scoffed with disdain.

She grabbed Mo Chen’s wrist, bent down, and with ease, executed an over-the-shoulder throw.

"Thud—"

The dull sound made the nearby servants hold their breath.

Mo Chen lay on the ground, his chest aching from the impact.

"Mo Chen,"

Mo Yu jumped in fright and quickly ran to him.

"Cough cough," Mo Chen propped himself up off the ground, shakily getting to his feet.

His eyes red, he looked at Mo Su with a hoarse voice, "Give Alei back to me."

The commotion eventually drew Old Master Mo downstairs.

"What’s all this noise about?"

"Father," Mo Yu saw the old master coming downstairs and couldn’t help but sweat for Mo Chen.

Old Master Mo glanced at the pale-faced Mo Chen, then finally his gaze settled on Mo Su, "Mo Su, what’s going on?"

"He wanted Alei, I refused, then he started to get physical with me," Mo Su spoke calmly.

Old Master Mo frowned, his eyes displeased as he turned to Mo Chen, "Mo Chen, it was I who had Alei taken away. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Grandfather, Alei has done nothing wrong. Please give him back to me," Mo Chen met Old Master Mo’s gaze, stubbornness filling his eyes.

"Presumptuous," Old Master Mo’s face darkened, "Mo Chen, are you ordering me?"

Mo Chen said, "If you have any displeasure, take it out on me, please spare Alei."

After a long, steady look at him, Old Master Mo showed a cruel smile, "Very well, those are your words."

Mo Yu’s face turned ashen, and she stepped in front of Mo Chen to defend him, "Father, Mo Chen is still of a childish nature, he spoke in anger, please don’t hold it against him."

"Mo Yu, step aside," Old Master Mo commanded with an iron-blue face.

Knowing the old master’s temper, the more she pleaded for Mo Chen now, the more likely it was that he would increase Mo Chen’s punishment.

She slowly moved her feet, her gaze full of worry as she looked at Mo Chen.

Catching Old Master Mo’s look, the housekeeper brought the Rattan Whip.

Mo Su glanced at the Rattan Whip, her expression indifferent, showing no sympathy for Mo Chen.

"Execute the punishment," Old Master Mo commanded.

The housekeeper holding the Rattan Whip walked behind Mo Chen. The whip raised and fell heavily.

"Crack—"