At first, Xu Wei’s subordinate thought the boy was just pretending, so he didn’t take it seriously. But soon he realized something was wrong—the child’s entire body, from face to limbs, was trembling, convulsing violently. Who could fake that? This little brat might look Chinese, but after eating so much Western food, his physique was different.
Having never encountered this situation before, the subordinate didn’t dare delay. He covered the boy with clothes and ran desperately toward the rendezvous point.
When Xu Wei regained consciousness, he immediately checked the treasure beneath him—thankfully, everything was intact, though it felt different. There was no time for a thorough check; the subordinate had already brought back the “gold nugget.” Successfully getting the child there was already more than half the plan completed.
Xu Wei painfully got up but noticed something was off before speaking.
“Foreign-eating kids are different. How can he still be jumping around while unconscious?” Not being on the same wavelength as someone usually prevents you from getting along—but these two were cut from the same cloth. Xu Wei lifted the boy’s clothes to check the “prize,” and what he saw shocked him.
Wei Lingdong’s eyes rolled back, blood and vomit at the corners of his mouth, his face a frightening shade of purplish-blue—the stuff of stories describing a terrifying, demonic visage.
“Holy sh—!” Xu Wei was both angry and terrified. Ignoring any concern for his own pain, he kicked the boy forcefully.
“Are you an idiot? Did your ears grow in your ass? Didn’t I tell you he’s a gold nugget, worth ten of your miserable lives? If he dies, those cops won’t let us off! And you, you careless fool, leave him half-dead in some corner—what the hell were you thinking bringing him here? Afraid no one would see? That evidence wouldn’t point to us? You’re going to get me killed!”
The subordinate defended himself quietly, “Brother, I know he’s precious. I didn’t dare hit him, I just followed the usual method—sedatives. Who knew he’d be half-dead?”
But now wasn’t the time for arguments. Their goal was to get money, not kill someone! If Wei Lingdong died, the police would trace their involvement, and execution would be inevitable.
It was a reminder that Wei Lingdong hadn’t caught a fatal disease—just the onset of epilepsy from age five. Mild symptoms could be managed, and with proper care—preventing tongue-biting or choking on vomit, and timely sedatives to relieve convulsions—he could recover. The couple had gathered reports over the years and consulted top medical teams in the U.S., planning surgery after the New Year to give him a new lease on life.
But Xu Wei and his cronies didn’t understand. In the boy’s past life, his lackeys had used sedatives to trigger his epilepsy and didn’t provide immediate help, leaving the girl, Sang Yun, to handle the mess. The boy had suffocated for too long and died. Though mischievous, risking his life this way was too heavy a cost.
Xu Wei spun around furiously, then suddenly realized something. He shouted, “Where’s she? Where’s Sang Zhi?”
His scapegoat wasn’t there!
“I—I didn’t have time to meet her. The gold nugget got into trouble first. I—I forgot to knock her out too.”
This sent Xu Wei into a full breakdown. How could she be so stupid? So utterly stupid! He moved violently, and somewhere beneath him began to hurt.
According to the plan, his stepmother’s other niece, Sang Yun, should have appeared to help transfer the child, and then they could claim credit after the Overseas Chinese Affairs office panicked. A living person has value; a dead one only brings trouble. Not waiting for Sang Yun, he threw the little brat into an isolated spot and fled with his subordinate.
…
Meanwhile, at the guesthouse, Acai had bought the buns as fast as possible, only to find the room completely empty. No sign of the young master. At that moment, he felt like he had fallen into an abyss; his first thought was: it’s over.
If the boy could sneak onto a plane, what else couldn’t he do? The towering body trembled, but he quickly composed himself and began searching everywhere—the room, public toilets, water room, even storage sheds—but all in vain.
He hurried downstairs to ask the staff. The girl with the two braids and highland-red cheeks, shyly giggling when he approached, shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
No… no… hearing reports that a child gets abducted on average every five meters in Huaguo, could his little master have been taken? By now, fear had stripped him of his composure.
Huang Guilian had just left the welcome ceremony, her heart racing uncontrollably. The usually poised and intellectual woman now ran back without caring for appearances, sweat beading on her forehead and nose. Seeing Acai, she let out a sigh of relief—the boy was always with him; as long as he was there, the child couldn’t be far.
“Acai, where’s the young master?” she panted.
Acai’s tall frame, 1.9 meters, showed a mix of unease, shame, and fear.
“He’s… gone.”
“What?!” she raised her voice, rushing forward to see if it was a prank with her son. But seeing his terrified expression, that hope was instantly crushed.
“Search! Go find him immediately and bring him back safely!”
At first, Xu Wei’s subordinate thought the boy was just pretending, so he didn’t take it seriously. But soon he realized something was wrong—the child’s entire body, from face to limbs, was trembling, convulsing violently. Who could fake that? This little brat might look Chinese, but after eating so much Western food, his physique was different.
Having never encountered this situation before, the subordinate didn’t dare delay. He covered the boy with clothes and ran desperately toward the rendezvous point.
When Xu Wei regained consciousness, he immediately checked the treasure beneath him—thankfully, everything was intact, though it felt different. There was no time for a thorough check; the subordinate had already brought back the “gold nugget.” Successfully getting the child there was already more than half the plan completed.
Xu Wei painfully got up but noticed something was off before speaking.
“Foreign-eating kids are different. How can he still be jumping around while unconscious?” Not being on the same wavelength as someone usually prevents you from getting along—but these two were cut from the same cloth. Xu Wei lifted the boy’s clothes to check the “prize,” and what he saw shocked him.
Wei Lingdong’s eyes rolled back, blood and vomit at the corners of his mouth, his face a frightening shade of purplish-blue—the stuff of stories describing a terrifying, demonic visage.
“Holy sh—!” Xu Wei was both angry and terrified. Ignoring any concern for his own pain, he kicked the boy forcefully.
“Are you an idiot? Did your ears grow in your ass? Didn’t I tell you he’s a gold nugget, worth ten of your miserable lives? If he dies, those cops won’t let us off! And you, you careless fool, leave him half-dead in some corner—what the hell were you thinking bringing him here? Afraid no one would see? That evidence wouldn’t point to us? You’re going to get me killed!”
The subordinate defended himself quietly, “Brother, I know he’s precious. I didn’t dare hit him, I just followed the usual method—sedatives. Who knew he’d be half-dead?”
But now wasn’t the time for arguments. Their goal was to get money, not kill someone! If Wei Lingdong died, the police would trace their involvement, and execution would be inevitable.
It was a reminder that Wei Lingdong hadn’t caught a fatal disease—just the onset of epilepsy from age five. Mild symptoms could be managed, and with proper care—preventing tongue-biting or choking on vomit, and timely sedatives to relieve convulsions—he could recover. The couple had gathered reports over the years and consulted top medical teams in the U.S., planning surgery after the New Year to give him a new lease on life.
But Xu Wei and his cronies didn’t understand. In the boy’s past life, his lackeys had used sedatives to trigger his epilepsy and didn’t provide immediate help, leaving the girl, Sang Yun, to handle the mess. The boy had suffocated for too long and died. Though mischievous, risking his life this way was too heavy a cost.
Xu Wei spun around furiously, then suddenly realized something. He shouted, “Where’s she? Where’s Sang Zhi?”
His scapegoat wasn’t there!
“I—I didn’t have time to meet her. The gold nugget got into trouble first. I—I forgot to knock her out too.”
This sent Xu Wei into a full breakdown. How could she be so stupid? So utterly stupid! He moved violently, and somewhere beneath him began to hurt.
According to the plan, his stepmother’s other niece, Sang Yun, should have appeared to help transfer the child, and then they could claim credit after the Overseas Chinese Affairs office panicked. A living person has value; a dead one only brings trouble. Not waiting for Sang Yun, he threw the little brat into an isolated spot and fled with his subordinate.
…
Meanwhile, at the guesthouse, Acai had bought the buns as fast as possible, only to find the room completely empty. No sign of the young master. At that moment, he felt like he had fallen into an abyss; his first thought was: it’s over.
If the boy could sneak onto a plane, what else couldn’t he do? The towering body trembled, but he quickly composed himself and began searching everywhere—the room, public toilets, water room, even storage sheds—but all in vain.
He hurried downstairs to ask the staff. The girl with the two braids and highland-red cheeks, shyly giggling when he approached, shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
No… no… hearing reports that a child gets abducted on average every five meters in Huaguo, could his little master have been taken? By now, fear had stripped him of his composure.
Huang Guilian had just left the welcome ceremony, her heart racing uncontrollably. The usually poised and intellectual woman now ran back without caring for appearances, sweat beading on her forehead and nose. Seeing Acai, she let out a sigh of relief—the boy was always with him; as long as he was there, the child couldn’t be far.
“Acai, where’s the young master?” she panted.
Acai’s tall frame, 1.9 meters, showed a mix of unease, shame, and fear.
“He’s… gone.”
“What?!” she raised her voice, rushing forward to see if it was a prank with her son. But seeing his terrified expression, that hope was instantly crushed.
“Search! Go find him immediately and bring him back safely!”
A sense of unease washed over her, and the moment she spoke, the boy fainted. Just as Xu Wei had guessed, the disappearance of an important person sent shockwaves through the city.
The leaders didn’t voice their frustration, but inside they were cursing furiously. Who could be sabotaging their cooperation? Who dared block their path to wealth? Whoever it was, once caught, even if they didn’t die, they’d be left skinless.
The city’s police without assignments and the officials were all swarming to search for the boy. Secretly, everyone hoped it wasn’t a kidnapping—that the child had just been mischievous and had gotten distracted playing outside.
…
Right after Xu Wei and his subordinate fled, Sang Zhi and Wu Guan appeared nearby.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect my relatives to be so unreliable and waste your trip,” she said.
Any mention of relatives sending something was a lie. Her real goal was to lure someone over to serve as her “eyewitness,” keeping herself out of trouble.
“No problem,” Wu Guan said, pride lighting up his youthful face. As long as he could serve the people, he didn’t mind the effort.
Sang Zhi’s expression remained calm, though a careful observer would notice a trace of urgency in her eyes, constantly scanning the surroundings. Just now, she had ambushed Xu Wei here and confirmed this was their rendezvous point. Yet there wasn’t much around—no sign of the child at all. Had she misjudged the situation? Had the boy not been taken after all?
“Wait!” Wu Guan stopped her, noticing her aimless searching. He squatted down and saw traces of blood and drag marks. Being a soldier, he had some investigative instincts. About twenty meters away, in an abandoned land temple, lay a small child covered with a tattered mat.
Wu Guan rushed over, lifted the covering, and tremulously extended his fingers toward the boy’s nose…