Best friend turned enemy? Marrying the villain, if she runs, I'll run too.

Three years later.

A sweet, childlike voice rang out from beside the bed: "Mommy, I'm going to school now."

Meng Tang turned over. She had stayed up all night watching dramas, and when she was woken up by her daughter's soft, sweet voice, she was still in a daze.

I opened one eye and glanced at the time.

Is Harry waiting outside?

With her little backpack on, Baoxin answered in her childish voice, "Harry is waiting for Baoxin."

Meng Tang skillfully pulled out a few banknotes from the drawer.

"Have you had breakfast? Your stepmother will bring you lunch."

Baoxin nodded obediently, "Aunt Chen made bags, Baoxin ate them one, two, three... three!"

Aunt Chen is a Chinese nanny hired by Meng Tang to take care of Bao Xin. She cooks different dishes for Bao Xin every day, and Bao Xin likes her very much.

After counting on her fingers, Bao Xin made another request: "Bao Xin wants some chicken wings."

Although her daughter's pronunciation wasn't perfect, Meng Tang immediately realized she wanted cola chicken wings.

"Okay, I'll make you a plate of cola chicken wings for lunch."

Bao Xin happily came over, stood on tiptoe, and gave Meng Tang a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Goodbye, mom~"

After saying goodbye to Meng Tang, Bao Xin took her short legs and ran to the room opposite.

"Mommy, Baoxin's going to school now!"

Li Su stayed up all night watching dramas with Meng Tang last night, and now she finds it hard to get up today.

Hearing the little one's voice, Li Su sat up, pulled him into her arms, and kissed him haphazardly with her eyes closed.

"Xin Xin, you must listen to your teacher at school."

Bao Xin nodded again, "Bao Xin, my four good babies."

Li Su added, "Aunt Chen, take Bao Xin to the door and watch her get into the car."

Aunt Chen said, "Don't worry, Miss Li."

Goodbye, little mom!

Since learning to dress and put on shoes by himself, the little guy has become quite independent. He doesn't need Aunt Chen's help and skillfully changed his shoes at the entrance. Then, with Aunt Chen holding his little hand, he skipped and hopped out of the villa.

On the small backpack behind her hung Baoxin's newly acquired little yellow duck, which swayed left and right as she hopped and skipped.

"Harry, my buddy~"

Harry is a food delivery driver, a blond-haired, blue-eyed Luxembourg local who was originally not very enthusiastic about his job, only making two or three deliveries a day at most.

Ever since I took on the job of taking Baoxin to school, I've been more enthusiastic than anyone else every day.

After all, who could resist a cute little glutinous rice ball who calls them "brother" in a sweet, childlike voice and always generously shares food with them?

Baoxin climbed up to her special child seat with a gurgling sound.

"Harry, drive carefully on the road."

Harry readily agreed, "Hey, Baby, are you ready?"

Bao Xin raised her little hand, "O card~"

Harry drove the little electric car, and he and Bao Xin sang a line and a line back and forth, having a wonderful time.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out not far ahead.

The crowd screamed and ran away in all directions.

Harry's expression changed instantly, and he turned the car around to drive back.

But the car on the other side lost control and rushed towards us.

Harry didn't care about anything else and picked up Bao Xin in one scoop. Just then, the car crashed into them, sending the little electric car flying.

Harry rolled around on the ground several times while holding Baoxin, and the first thing he did after finally stopping was to check on the little one in his arms.

"Is Baoxin alright?"

The little guy's eyes were round. Although he was frightened, he didn't cry and seemed okay.

She obediently shook her head, "Bao Xin is brave, don't be afraid."

The gunshots grew closer. Harry looked around, but there was nowhere to hide. What should he do?

At that moment, Harry saw a Phantom with its door half open.

Without thinking twice, Harry quickly stuffed the heart into the car and tried to get in as well.

But someone running over pushed him aside, and Harry was forced to fall to the ground.

At that moment, a group of bodyguards escorted a tall, slender man into a car.

Harry struggled to get up, but before he could, he saw the bodyguard close the car door, then step on the gas, and the Phantom sped off like lightning toward an intersection.

Harry, who had only halfway reached out his hand, cried out, "Oh no, my precious heart—!"

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inside the car.

Only after the gunshots stopped did Assistant Zhou finally wipe the cold sweat from his brow.

"I never imagined that a place hailed as one of the top ten happiest countries in the world would have such a chaotic security situation. Mr. Song, are you alright?"

Song Guanting was dressed in a sophisticated dark black suit. His brows and eyes were cold and stern, like a mountain peak, and his eyes were deep, like snow that had been there for a thousand years.

If Song Guanting was cold and aloof before, then after losing his wife three years later, he became like a lion that could go berserk at any moment.

No one can control him, and no one dares to offend him.

His slender fingers flipped through the documents, the commotion outside not affecting Song Guanting at all. He didn't even lift his eyelids, only giving a cold "hmm" as an answer.

Just then, a delicate little hand reached out from under the seat.

Like a headless fly, he touched here and there, and finally touched Song Guanting's trouser leg.

Song Guanting lowered his eyes and reached out to grab it.

When I grabbed him, I probably didn't control my strength well, because I heard a soft cry of pain.

But this sound did not elicit any sympathy from Song Guanting. He simply reached down with one hand, expressionless.

Like an eagle snatching a chick, they lifted the little one who was hiding under the seat.

Big eyes versus small eyes.

Those beautiful, large eyes, like grapes just pulled from the water, were full of curiosity, showing little fear, as they blinked.

He tilted his head and greeted her in a childish voice, "Hello, Uncle~"

The little one was like a tiny snowball, with a rosy face and big, bright, round eyes, as delicate as a Barbie doll in a shop window.

With just one glance, Song Guanting's long-calm, dark eyes surged with shock.

"who are you?"

Song Guanting's voice was cold and stiff.

Although Baoxin was much braver than other children her age, she was still frightened by the other person's tone and timidly shrank her neck.

"Uncle, you have a wicked heart."

The little guy blinked, and his eyes immediately welled up with tears; he looked so pitiful.

When Song Guanting saw the small face that resembled his young wife by seven or eight points, and heard her aggrieved accusations, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

The posture of carrying it with one hand naturally changed to placing it on the lap.

When he spoke again, Song Guanting's tone softened considerably: "I wasn't being mean to you. Your name is Baoxin? Where are your parents?"

Bao Xin seemed to have thought of something sad; her eyelids drooped, and she looked like a little rabbit, her ears drooping in dejection.

"Baoxin has no father."

Without a father, this child looks so much like his Tangtang, could it be...?

Song Guanting's heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. He asked her urgently, with a hint of fear.

"Can you tell me what your mother's name is?"