[GB] Boss Ruan, your husband doesn't want you anymore.

Xiangxiang had already come out of the incubator and was lying on the big bed, struggling to turn over. With her short arms and legs, it was very difficult for her to turn over.

Even so, she was having a great time, lifting her chubby little feet and reaching out her little hands to grab them, giggling happily.

Huo Jingmo sat on the edge of the bed, resting his chin on his hand and smiling as he looked at her. Although he was happy, the four months of tireless care for Xiangxiang had left him with dark circles under his eyes.

He lay down on the bed and pulled Xiangxiang into his arms, saying, "You little rascal."

Xiangxiang let out a loud "Ah!" with her big eyes full of confusion, then clapped her hands and laughed in Huo Jingmo's arms.

Huo Jingmo gently blew on Xiangxiang's hands, feet, and stomach, making a "dududu" sound.

Xiangxiang laughed even more heartily, and for a moment the room was filled with the baby's laughter.

Chi Xiao pushed open the door and came in. The tray on the tray held the medicine. He gently closed the door, as if he couldn't bear to break this warm scene.

Huo Jingmo got out of bed and saw the object in Chi Xiao's hand; his smile vanished.

Chi Xiao skillfully mixed the medicine into the baby bottle, shook it a few times, and handed it to Huo Jingmo.

Huo Jingmo gently picked up Xiangxiang and put the pacifier into Xiangxiang's mouth.

She made loud "ah ah ah" sounds, only stopping when the pacifier went into her mouth, and then sucked on it with a satisfied look on her face.

Huo Jingmo asked, "Has Ruan Qian'an not been found yet?"

Chi Xiao stood to the side, smiling as he looked at Xiang Xiang: "No."

Huo Jingmo: "Could she have survived without Ruan Qian'an?"

Chi Xiao said with a heavy heart, "No."

Huo Jingmo silently finished feeding Xiangxiang and put her on the bed.

Completely oblivious to the somber atmosphere, Xiangxiang on the bed reached for a toy beside her and began playing happily.

Huo Jingmo said, "I'll go with you to look for it."

Chi Xiao rejected the idea without hesitation: "No, it's too dangerous."

Huo Jingmo: "I don't need your permission."

Chi Xiao pressed his temples, looking troubled, and said, "Don't go and cause trouble."

Huo Jingmo couldn't help but cross his arms and say sarcastically, "You haven't found anyone in four months, how am I just making things worse?"

"Besides, Xiangxiang is in imminent danger, I can't just sit here and wait to die!"

Chi Xiao was speechless for a moment and could only say, "Alright, then you can only stay by my side in case anything unexpected happens. Don't make too much of a fuss so that Dr. Li doesn't find out."

Huo Jingmo: "Okay, I will."

At this moment, 07 came in from outside, holding a model gun in his hand. This toy was not hard, but very soft, and had no strange smell.

She placed it next to Xiangxiang, and Xiangxiang instantly fell in love with it, reaching out and grabbing it, tightly hugging the gun, which was almost as big as her. She couldn't put it down.

07 smiled slightly and very carefully poked Xiangxiang's cheek.

Xiangxiang seemed to dislike being touched by strangers, and she pouted and burst into tears.

07 was momentarily at a loss, glancing at Huo Jingmo and Chi Xiao.

The two just watched with amusement as Xiangxiang cried and 07 looked on, bewildered.

07, at a loss, unsure whether to touch it or not, said in a loud, hard voice, "Don't cry, don't cry."

Xiangxiang continued to cry and fuss, and 07 fumbled in his pockets, trying to find something to cheer her up.

He pulled a small pendant from his pocket; it was butterfly-shaped, with some openwork on the wings, one of which was damaged. But as 07 moved, the butterfly displayed extraordinary tenacity, as if it were about to take flight.

The pendant swayed in front of Xiangxiang, and she was quickly drawn to it, her eyes following the movement of the necklace. She reached out and grabbed it.

Seeing Xiangxiang not crying, Huo Jingmo breathed a slight sigh of relief and poked Xiangxiang, saying, "You little rascal."

Xiangxiang's cheeks twitched as she giggled, as if a soft spot had been poked.

The sight brought smiles to everyone's faces, and they couldn't help but smile.

07's heart suddenly softened, and seeing this scene made her feel somewhat dazed and reluctant to leave.

Looking at Xiangxiang, her eyes gained a human touch, making her seem more vibrant.

But the broken pendant in front of her made her realize that she was still a monster.

Thinking of people like her tearing apart Ruan Qian'an, doesn't it make you wonder if someone who has been transformed like her can really become a normal person?

In that instant, her gaze darkened and she smiled, a smile tinged with bitterness.

Suddenly, she put down what she was holding and picked up a toy to tease Xiangxiang. She had been too hasty and had actually taken out something like this to tease Xiangxiang.

Neither Huo Jingmo nor Chi Xiao noticed 07's actions and habits.

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07 received a message from Wu Ying: "Darling, when are you going to make your move?"

07 sneered, "Do you think I still need to bring the child with me? She's doing just fine here."

Wu Ying smiled, but her tone carried a hint of threat: "If I were to tell Dr. Li that you are not Ruan Qian'an, would the child be alright staying there?"

Wu Ying said lazily, "This child will be safe with me. Think it over carefully."

07 heard someone come in from the other end, and then Wu Ying hurriedly hung up the phone.

Wu Ying put away her phone and looked at the person who came in with displeasure, saying, "You didn't even knock on the door. Have you lost all basic human decency these days?"

Bu Zhou said nonchalantly, "When will you bring that child?"

Bu Zhou leaned against the table, one hand supporting himself on it, the other twirling a pen: "It's been long enough, how long do you intend to keep protecting that spy?"

Wu Ying's gaze was deep. She glanced at Bu Zhou, walked to the chair in front of the table, sat down, and said, "07 is not entirely at my disposal. It seems I have to go there myself."

Bu Zhou turned around, placed his hands on the table, and said, "I want to go too."

Wu Ying looked Bu Zhou up and down, then suddenly laughed and said, "You finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

Bu Zhou smiled and said, "Of course. I can't wait."

Wu Ying: "Why do I hear a hint of gritted teeth in your voice?"

Bu Zhou chuckled: "Originally, I was the one who was wrong, but it turns out it was all your doing."

Wu Ying slowly curled her lips and said, "Why deceive yourself? It can't be you."

"You know, nobody will be nice to you except me."

Bu Zhou pursed his lips tightly: "You're talking nonsense. She clearly likes me, but you erased her memory and made her forget me."

Bu Zhou said, somewhat devastated, "I wish I could kill them all. It's all their fault."

Looking at the man who had been calm and collected but was now breaking down, Wu Ying couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh.

She stood up, turned the man's face towards her, and said, "If she really cared about you, she would have come looking for you the moment she regained her memories, just like me. She doesn't care about you at all!"

"Only I will be good to you. You just need to know this fact."

Across the table, Wu Ying pulled Bu Zhou into her arms and said, "Only I will be good to you, only I will protect you. She abandoned you, she doesn't deserve you."

As Bu Zhou's agitated emotions gradually calmed down, he recounted Wu Ying's words: "Only if you are good to me, are you the one who is good to me."

Bu Zhou looked up at Wu Ying's face and murmured, "Sister, you can't abandon me again."

Suddenly he shoved Wu Ying away and said, "No! That's not right, you're not her! You're not her! Get away!"

Caught off guard, Wu Ying stumbled from the push. Her anger grew, and she slapped Bu Zhou across the face, saying, "Have you made enough trouble?"

Bu Zhou's long hair was disheveled, obscuring his face, and he stood there stunned.

Wu Ying hugged Bu Zhou again to comfort him, saying, "You can only trust me now. Only I am good to you. No one else can be trusted."

Bu Zhou, nestled in Wu Ying's arms, nodded. His subordinates had long been mangled and bloodied by his own grip.