Wen Bai noticed that as he lifted the carriage curtain, a servant waiting by the door glanced at him upon hearing the movement.
Then, Wen Bai saw the servant’s expression turn to surprise.
The servant said something to Wen Bai. Before Wen Bai could even properly hear it, the servant turned and ran directly into the main gate, scrambling and almost falling.
The servant’s disheveled figure quickly disappeared from Wen Bai’s sight.
Wen Bai was momentarily silent.
Was this the right place?
System 001 provided a definitive answer: “Host, this is the Wen family.”
Wen Bai turned to look at Wen Jue, who was sitting opposite him.
They had arrived, and logically, Wen Jue should be more familiar with this place than him.
Yet, Wen Jue was still sitting obediently in the carriage.
His hands rested naturally on his knees, as if he hadn’t noticed the carriage had stopped and showed no reaction.
Mo Xingchen sat beside Wen Jue. His small gaze flickered from Wen Bai to Wen Jue, and then from Wen Jue to Wen Bai. His chubby little face was etched with confusion.
After a while.
Wen Bai finally stood up.
What had to be faced could not be avoided, even though he wasn’t good at handling such situations and didn’t want to deal with these direct familial relationships of the original host.
System 001 seemed to have guessed Wen Bai’s thoughts: “Host, don’t worry, the original host’s parents should be easy to get along with.”
System 001 was confident: “In the original plot, the original host died during this kidnapping, and only Wen Jue returned. Judging by Wen Jue’s interactions with the original host’s parents, they are likely not the overly enthusiastic type of people. They will be perfect for you! Trust me, I chose them specifically!”
Wen Bai responded faintly, “Mm.”
Wen Bai walked to the carriage curtain and lifted it with his small hand.
Only then did Wen Jue stand up, followed by Mo Xingchen.
None of the three little ones were as tall as the carriage interior when standing.
Wen Bai stood on the carriage shaft in front. Given his current height, it was clearly not enough to get in and out of the carriage normally. There was no one at the door, so no one brought a stool.
Wen Bai was about to jump down.
After all, this would look much better than crawling down.
Wen Bai tensed, bent his legs, and prepared to exert force…
Then, with a call of “Bao’er!” a pair of hands reached out directly towards Wen Bai…
An ambush!
Wen Bai’s small hands immediately changed direction, grabbing the larger trousers and hem of his clothes. He deftly dodged to the side, looking at the assailant with a stern expression!
Upon seeing eyes so similar to his own, he hesitated for a moment.
System 001 calmly reminded him: “Host, this is the original host’s birth mother.”
Then, in the next instant, Wen Bai was pulled into the original host’s mother’s embrace…
She even nuzzled his face.
Wen Bai: “……”
What happened to “not overly enthusiastic”?
Wen Bai was directly carried out of the carriage. Wen Mother didn’t put him down, but instead looked him over, holding him.
Wen Father also walked over, taking Wen Bai and examining him carefully from head to toe. He then pinched Wen Bai’s small hands, legs, and face. Finally, Wen Father sighed and concluded, “Bao’er has suffered. Bao’er has lost weight!”
Wen Bai felt extremely awkward, his body stiff and expressionless, like a puppet, as he passively allowed Wen Mother to nuzzle him and Wen Father to fuss over him.
Seeing this, System 001 wisely went into hiding after a few seconds of silence.
Wen Jue also emerged from the carriage and stood on the carriage shaft.
A servant immediately, and with keen observation, brought a stool and placed it beside the carriage.
Under the servants’ watchful eyes, Wen Jue stepped onto the stool and disembarked.
Mo Xingchen poked his head out, his expression strange as he looked at Wen Bai, who was being squeezed, hugged, and kissed by Wen Father and Wen Mother, appearing extremely soft and pliable.
Recalling the scene of Wen Bai killing people, Mo Xingchen involuntarily shivered. He shook his head, trying to banish those terrifying images from his young mind.
A sharp-eyed servant spotted him and led him down from the carriage, holding his small hand.
At this moment, Mo Xingchen’s eyes were fixed on this peculiar scene. He couldn’t help but marvel inwardly, realizing that no matter how capable their little ones were, they were like this in front of their parents: utterly powerless.
After showering Wen Bai with concern, Wen Mother’s gaze immediately fell upon Wen Jue and the other little one who had just disembarked and were standing obediently to the side.
Wen Mother shifted Wen Bai into Wen Father’s embrace.
Wen Bai, expressionless, remained stiffly passive, unable to get down for a long time.
Wen Mother approached, crouched down, and carefully examined Wen Jue again, speaking softly and confirming he was unharmed.
Wen Jue stood there obediently and quietly, answering Wen Mother’s questions.
Compared to Wen Mother’s reaction to Wen Bai, although she was also gentle and kind to Wen Jue, her demeanor was much more polite and distant.
Then, Wen Mother turned to Mo Xingchen and asked, “And who is this child?”
From the moment they met, Mo Xingchen had known that Wen Bai and Wen Jue were exceptionally good-looking.
But he hadn’t expected the Wen family parents to be so beautiful as well!
How could people be so different?
He had thought he was already quite good-looking, but this family was all even more… no, they were just as good-looking as him!
Wen Father was exceptionally handsome, and Wen Mother looked like a classical beauty straight out of a painting.
Mo Xingchen immediately puffed out his chest and answered eagerly, “I was also a child kidnapped by human traffickers. I escaped with Wen Bai and Wen Jue, and we drove back here ourselves!”
He was very proud, having already forgotten how many tears he had shed.
Wen Mother was first startled, then exchanged a look with Wen Father. Their eyes, initially filled with shock, then showed relief.
Wen Bai and Wen Jue had indeed been kidnapped by human traffickers!
Wen Jue’s gaze lingered for a moment on a servant who had come out behind the Wen couple, then he casually looked away.
As it was getting dark, Wen Mother led the three children into the manor, carefully instructing the kitchen to prepare a meal.
After dinner, the three little ones began to feel sleepy, especially Mo Xingchen.
After eating their fill, under Wen Mother’s gentle voice, Mo Xingchen’s eyelids felt heavy.
Throughout their journey, he had worried every day about being captured by human traffickers again. He slept fearfully during the day and was startled awake at night.
He was afraid that when he opened his eyes, strangers would be around him, and he would find himself in an unfamiliar place.
Only after arriving at the Wen family did Mo Xingchen finally relax, and with relaxation came fatigue.
Wen Mother arranged for the children to retire to their rooms to rest.
Although Wen Bai and Wen Jue were only five years old, in this era, even five-year-old children had their own rooms.
Wen Bai and Wen Jue even had their own courtyards and personal servants.
Mo Xingchen was assigned to a guest room.