The Little Villain Fell Asleep in His Arms

Wen Zhaoyan was in a genuinely good mood today. For the first time, he took the
initiative to stay and play with Mo Bai’s toys.

He was determined to take care of Mo Li’s little nephew in the most thorough way
possible. After all, they would be family in the future, and Mo Li cared so much
about the little brat. Building a good relationship with the little brat in
advance couldn’t possibly be a bad thing.

Mo Bai was just wondering how to get rid of Wen Zhaoyan. But then the man didn’t
leave—instead, he opened a box of building blocks and prepared to play with him.

Mo Bai was silent for a moment, then said with some reluctance, “Is this really
necessary?”

Wen Zhaoyan flipped open the instruction manual and pointed it out to him.

—Children approximately 6 to 12 years old should play under the supervision of a
parent, guardian, or nanny robot.

Mo Bai: “…”

But to be honest, these building blocks weren’t as difficult as the Legos back
on Earth. The pieces were large, and there weren’t many of them. Playing with
them really wasn’t challenging at all.

Mo Bai stacked a beautiful castle in just ten minutes.

Wen Zhaoyan didn’t hold back his praise. “Very good.”

He didn’t know exactly what illness little Mo Bai had suffered from before that
had left him dull and simple. But since he had recovered, Wen Zhaoyan had felt
that the little brat’s intelligence was significantly above that of other
children his age.

Wen Zhaoyan then opened a model of an assembled battleship.

This time, Mo Bai finished in just five minutes. He even yawned to emphasize how
bored he was.

But Wen Zhaoyan keenly sensed that the little brat’s intelligence was probably
even higher than he had imagined.

He thought about it. Apparently, children liked to be praised—it boosted their
confidence and self-esteem.

He hesitated for only two seconds before continuing to praise. “Little brat is
great.”

Mo Bai: “…”

So, could we please stop playing with such childish toys?

He was about to die of boredom.

Wen Zhaoyan couldn’t hear Mo Bai’s inner thoughts.

The Crown Prince, experiencing the joy of looking after a child for the first
time, quickly opened another mecha simulation assembly kit.

This time, Mo Bai finished in three minutes.

Wen Zhaoyan inexplicably felt a surge of pride—’we have a little genius at
home.’

No wonder, as Mo Li’s nephew.

They said nephews resembled their uncles. It was true. Mo Li was also incredibly
capable.

Now interested, Wen Zhaoyan picked up a slightly more complex mecha model.

This mecha model was a complete replica of a basic mecha, with all parts
reproduced at a 1:1 scale.

He planned to teach Mo Bai how to assemble a mecha.

Although it was a bit difficult, he inexplicably had confidence in Mo Bai.

However, if it had been a real mecha, Mo Bai might have been interested. But it
was just a model, so he had no interest whatsoever.

Therefore, while Wen Zhaoyan was still reading the instructions to him, Mo Bai
finally fell asleep out of boredom.

The little brat’s head tilted and landed on Wen Zhaoyan’s shoulder.

Wen Zhaoyan stiffened slightly. He looked down and saw that the little brat had
slipped from his shoulder into his lap.

Wen Zhaoyan immediately stopped moving.

A child’s body was so soft, so pale and tender. It seemed that even a little too
much force might accidentally hurt the little brat’s hand.

The child’s breathing was also very light. The little brat asleep was just as
cute as when he was awake.

Unlike when he was awake, you couldn’t see the little brat’s big, black and
white eyes. His peaceful sleeping face made people naturally calm down and want
to carefully protect him.

Wen Zhaoyan had heard before that children had the purest hearts. When they
trusted you completely, you became their entire source of sense of security, so
they would be completely unguarded in front of you.

They liked what they liked and disliked what they didn’t, without understanding
or engaging in adult scheming.

Looking at the little brat’s defenseless sleeping face in his arms, Wen Zhaoyan
felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

To avoid disturbing the sleeping little brat, Wen Zhaoyan’s body was very stiff.

He tried to relax his muscles as much as possible, carefully adjusting his hold
so the little brat lay across his lap, making him more comfortable.

The moment he moved, the little brat seemed to sense it and furrowed his little
brows slightly.

Wen Zhaoyan immediately stopped, maintaining that stiff posture.

Only when the little brat’s brows relaxed again did he breathe a relief and
gently cuddle the little brat closer.

Perhaps because Wen Zhaoyan’s chest was very warm, Mo Bai unconsciously nuzzled
against him, then pressed his cheek against it.

He sat like that for four hours. Mrs. Mo and Mo Xiangtian came home from work.

Wen Zhaoyan had held the same position for four full hours. His body was a
little stiff.

But his physical fitness was excellent. When he had been on the front lines,
lying in wait for the enemy, he had held still for a full day and night.

When the couple walked in and saw Wen Zhaoyan, they paused in surprise, then
noticed little Mo Bai in his arms.

Mo Xiangtian’s eyes widened. “Is the baby asleep?”

Wen Zhaoyan nodded.

Mo Xiangtian felt a pang of jealousy.

Ever since the baby had recovered, he wouldn’t even let his father hold him to
sleep.

Now he was letting Wen Zhaoyan hold him to sleep.

So it really was because he hadn’t given enough gifts?

Mo Xiangtian glared at Wen Zhaoyan sourly, clearly regarding him as someone who
schemed to take other people’s sons.

Mrs. Mo stepped forward, intending to take Mo Bai from Wen Zhaoyan’s arms.

At her movement, Mo Bai immediately woke up.

Mo Bai had slept very comfortably. When he woke up and found himself not in his
bed, he was a bit confused.

He shifted his gaze and met Wen Zhaoyan’s eyes above him.

Wen Zhaoyan said, “Awake?”

Mo Bai said, “…Mm?”

Wen Zhaoyan put Mo Bai down.

The sudden emptiness in his arms, lacking the little brat who had been like a
little heater, felt inexplicably odd.

He hid that feeling well, stood up expressionlessly, and said, “I’ll go back
now. Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, good night.”

Mo Xiangtian said sourly, “Good night.”

He wished it were ‘good riddance.’

Only after Wen Zhaoyan left did Mo Bai wake up a bit more. He realized belatedly
that he had fallen asleep in Wen Zhaoyan’s arms.

Mo Xiangtian said jealously, “Baby never lets Daddy hold him to sleep.”

Mo Bai said, “…Oh.”

Mo Xiangtian asked like a spouse catching their partner cheating, “Isn’t Baby
going to explain why? Why let someone else hold you, but not Daddy?”

Mo Bai was silent for a moment.

Then he found himself a reason.

Mo Bai said, “Wen Zhaoyan isn’t a stranger. He’s my future uncle-in-law.”

Yes. He must have subconsciously regarded Wen Zhaoyan as his little uncle’s
partner, as an elder. That was why he had fallen asleep in his arms.

Mo Xiangtian: “.”

He had nothing to say.

He wanted to say, wasn’t Dad closer than an uncle-in-law?

But his wife was right there. And his wife cared a lot about her missing little
brother. If he said that, his wife would definitely scold him.

So Mo Xiangtian smacked his lips and said nothing.

Only Mrs. Mo, whenever Li Chaoci was mentioned, still felt complicated. “Chaoci
hasn’t even come back to ancestral recognition…”

He hadn’t even come home yet.

She hadn’t even seen her brother, whom she hadn’t seen in over twenty years,
with her own eyes. And suddenly she was told that he had already privately
committed to each other for life with someone else.

It was inevitably complicated.

Mo Bai patted her shoulder and comforted her. “Children have their own
blessings. You need to be open-minded.”

Mrs. Mo: “…”

Mrs. Mo removed her son’s chubby little hand.

For a moment, she wondered if she was talking to a six-year-old child or a
little old man.

Mrs. Mo said expressionlessly, “What TV shows have you been watching recently?”

It wasn’t her imagination. Baibai really was sounding more and more precocious.

Mo Bai clasped his little hands behind his back and, with measured little steps,
said calmly, “Well, you two are busy. I’ll go to my room now.”

With that, he walked away with his hands behind his back.

As he passed the slide, he paused, then, under Mr. and Mrs. Mo’s watchful eyes,
detoured to the slide and zoomed down.

Then he calmly went back to his room.

Mr. and Mrs. Mo: “…”

At night.

The Mo family guards gave their routine report.

When the guard mentioned that Wen Zhaoyan had sent Mo Bai another pile of gifts,
and that Mo Bai had slept in Wen Zhaoyan’s arms for an entire afternoon, Li
Chaoci lost his composure.

Li Chaoci said, “He sent the baby gifts, the baby was very happy, and then he
slept in his arms for an afternoon?”

The guard said, “…Yes.”

Li Chaoci said, “Ha.”

The guards didn’t dare speak.

They could keenly sense the strong sense of danger emanating from their master.

But fortunately, Li Chaoci didn’t take his anger out on them. After instructing
them to continue protecting the Mo family, he ended the call.

The monster asked Li Chaoci, “Sir, you’re getting impatient.”

Li Chaoci narrowed his eyes. “Someone is impersonating me, getting close to Wen
Zhaoyan. And Wen Zhaoyan is using that impostor to get close to the little brat.
How can I not be angry?”

What did this mean?

It meant that the person the little brat should be close to was him.

Not that fake little uncle, and certainly not Wen Zhaoyan.

The more Li Chaoci thought about it, the angrier he got.

He abruptly stood up and said coldly, “Prepare the spaceship.”

The monster immediately began waving his two tentacles, deliberately asking,
“Where to?”

He didn’t remind him.

Last time, he had said he couldn’t face the Mo family. Now, hearing that the
little brat liked an impostor, he couldn’t hold back.

The monster was also looking forward to seeing the little baby. The little baby
was so adorable. He wanted to hold him with all four of his arms. He must be so
soft!

Li Chaoci said in a low voice, “To the sanatorium planet.”