The Enigmatic White-Haired Girl

So… who exactly is this white-haired girl?

Calming down, Mo Bai—who was sitting in the backseat hugging the girl—began to scrutinize the unfamiliar girl in his arms, analyzing various possibilities in his mind. Moonlight streamed through the car window, casting soft highlights on the girl’s pale cheeks. Her petite, aquiline nose was delicate and refined, and her lips glistened with an alluring sheen from the drugs. Most striking was her cascade of pure white hair, shimmering with a pearlescent glow under the moonlight.

She was incredibly beautiful—not in an ordinary way.

Mo Bai suddenly began to suspect that the girl in his arms might be a superhuman. After all, such perfect features were beyond the realm of ordinary humans, and coupled with her waist-length white hair, it seemed impossible for a normal person to possess such traits.

Yet, the problem was that among the superhumans he knew, there was no one who matched this white-haired girl. How could such a beautiful girl have escaped his notice?

As the heir to the Mo family, he had some familiarity with the children of other prominent families in the capital, but he had never heard of any family with a white-haired, red-eyed daughter like this.

Mo Bai’s fingertips gently brushed against the girl’s feverish cheek as he fell deep in thought.

If she truly is a superhuman, why would she be in such a chaotic place? And how did she end up drugged?

This is driving me crazy… My thoughts are all over the place…

Mo Bai suddenly realized that his usually reliable logical analysis skills were completely useless in this situation. The girl in his arms was like a thick fog—the more he probed, the more confused he became.

All the clues seemed to indicate that he didn’t know the white-haired girl in his arms, yet the inexplicable sense of familiarity he felt from her—and the way she had called him so affectionately—made it impossible for him to draw a clear conclusion.

“Who are you exactly?”

Mo Bai’s fingertips unconsciously twirled a strand of pure white hair as he murmured to himself.

As if hearing Mo Bai’s murmurs, Old Chen, who was driving, glanced at the two in the backseat through the rearview mirror. After a moment of hesitation, he finally asked, “Master, should I send someone to investigate the girl’s identity?”

With the Mo family’s influence in the capital, it would be a breeze to trace the ancestry of any ordinary person—let alone a distinctive white-haired girl. Her appearance was rare enough to be a standout feature.

However, Mo Bai in the backseat shook his head slightly, his fingers still playing with the girl’s hair.

“No need… It’s too much trouble…”

He and the girl were merely strangers who had met by chance, and he was only helping her because she seemed so pitiful. There was no need for a full investigation into her identity.

Mo Bai was just curious about the familiarity he felt from the girl—how she could call him “Brother Mo”—and…

Those who dared to lay a hand on an underage girl must be looking for trouble.

But what was even stranger was this: if his guess was correct, what would a young girl be doing in such a place? That was like sending a lamb to the wolves.

Oh, right—the girl’s phone!

Mo Bai suddenly remembered something and turned on the car’s interior light. His gaze searched the girl’s dress, which was stained with dirt and blood.

It wasn’t possible for her to be out alone at this hour without a phone, right?

If she truly didn’t have one, her family must be terribly irresponsible.

Although he wasn’t sure whether a dress would even have pockets, he observed for a while and found no visible signs of any pocket-like structures.

Should he use his hands?

But… the girl was wearing only a thin dress, and if he reached in to feel around… wouldn’t he accidentally touch something he shouldn’t?

Cough, cough…

No, no—why was he thinking such lewd thoughts? He wasn’t some thug.

Setting aside the miscellaneous杂七杂八 thoughts in his mind, Mo Bai carefully reached toward Bai Xia’s dress and felt around inside. Through the thin fabric, his fingers clearly sensed the warmth of the girl’s skin. The contact sent a shiver through Bai Xia, causing her petite body to squirm slightly in Mo Bai’s embrace.

Fortunately, the girl’s dress did have a hidden small pocket, and Mo Bai quickly found an old smartphone inside. Although the edges were chipped and faded, the screen was still intact.

“This phone must be at least seven or eight years old…”

Looking at the old smartphone in his hand, Mo Bai’s first reaction was surprise.

This isn’t even a phone anymore—it’s practically an antique. After all, such models had long been obsolete, yet this one showed signs of careful maintenance.

A worn-out phone. A beautifully cute girl.

The contrast was surprisingly striking.

But why did this phone feel oddly familiar?

Mo Bai examined the old smartphone carefully and suddenly remembered his classmate at school—the one who used a similarly ancient phone, almost as old as this girl’s and equally deserving of the title “antique.”

Thinking of this, Mo Bai’s mind drifted to the usually mischievous boy at school.

Come to think of it… could this girl be in the same situation as my roommate, who has to work to support herself?

Mo Bai knew about his classmate, who dutifully attended classes during the day and worked part-time after school to pay for rent and living expenses.

The consequence was often incomplete homework, forcing him to borrow Mo Bai’s to copy—which meant Mo Bai had to help his classmate cram before exams.

Despite all that, he admired his classmate’s grit.

Mo Bai remembered Bai Xia once mentioning that his parents had long since disappeared, leaving him with an aunt who seemed to dislike having an extra mouth to feed—so he was kicked out and had to support himself with odd jobs.

Yet even then, Bai Xia often had to borrow money from him due to lack of funds for food.

Could this girl be in a similar situation?

But if she was working at a bar, that was far too reckless for someone so young.

Mo Bai looked at the adorable girl in his arms, puzzled—until he felt around and found a wad of red bills in the other pocket of her dress.

“…?”

What… how could there be so much money?

Was this a bank robbery or something?

Looking at the out-of-place stack of red bills in his hand, Mo Bai’s brain short-circuited for a moment. He pinched the edge of a bill to confirm it was genuine, and his expression grew even more confused.

Could it be from a robbery?

Money… drugs… a girl seeking help…

Individually, none of these elements seemed unusual to Mo Bai—at most, the drugging was a bit suspicious. But combined, they painted an unsettling picture.

Could the girl be some kind of… welfare recipient?

Combined with the girl’s inexplicable scent of smoke and alcohol, Mo Bai’s mind conjured some unpleasant scenarios.

Perhaps the girl was trying to earn money by serving drinks?

Mo Bai had heard of underground bars or other dubious establishments hiring underage girls to serve drinks—though it was undoubtedly illegal.

This is just reckless…

Mo Bai sat in the backseat, his mind racing with questions. The unknown girl in his arms—her stunning appearance, the old phone, the unusual amount of cash—each clue seemed to point toward a different conclusion. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye, and the longer he pondered, the more entangled he became in the mystery surrounding her.

As the car continued through the night, Mo Bai’s thoughts swirled in confusion and curiosity. The girl’s identity, her motives, and the circumstances that had led her here all remained shrouded in uncertainty. Yet, amidst the chaos, he couldn’t help but feel a strange connection to her—a sense of familiarity he couldn’t quite place. It was as if the girl, with her mesmerizing beauty and enigmatic aura, had cast a spell over him, drawing him deeper into her world of secrets and hidden truths.