One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

The sight of the laddie shrinking his shoulders had the man lifting a brow and picking up a jacket from the side to cover the boy.

The sudden noise coming from behind jolted the bodyguard, who was sitting in the passenger seat, back to reality, and he turned around just in time to witness his boss’s rare display of gentleness. He could not help gaping at the sight.

Sensing the stunned gaze of the other, the don shot his subordinate a murderous glare.

“What?”

“N-Nothing!”

The bodyguard immediately retracted his gaze and faced the front again.

A moment later, the man ordered, “Turn off the stereo.”

“Okay.”

The driver promptly turned it off as commanded.

As the car sped on the road, it was utterly quiet inside.

Baby Chu slept so comfortably and peacefully on the adult’s legs that he dreamed of a tall man gently holding his hand. Although the person’s face was vague when he studied to see his features, the imposing figure made him feel incredibly safe.

With clasped hands, the two strolled along an open field. The sun shone upon them from the pure cerulean and cloudless sky.

“Daddy…” He could not resist calling affectionately.

Gu Jinglian heard a murmur in his drowsy state; although it sounded somewhat unclear, he vaguely made out that the boy was calling someone’s name. He opened his eyes to look at the lad and even leaned over to hear what he was saying, but by then, there was not a sound from him anymore.

“We’re here, boss,” announced the driver.

He lifted his head and realized that the car had come to a stop at a police station’s entrance.

The bodyguard alighted right away and opened the back door, only to see Baby Chu lying on his boss’s lap while in deep slumber.

“Should I carry him in?”

The man lowered his gaze unto the tranquilly slumbering boy. Judging from the ghost of a smile on the lad’s lips, it appeared that he was having a pleasant dream.

The bodyguard took his boss’s silence as an acknowledgment and, thus, reached over to carry the boy. The moment he did, however, the man broke the ensuing silence. “Wait.”

Although his voice was soft and low, it held authority that allowed no objections.

The subordinate was puzzled to hear his superior say, “Can’t you see that he’s asleep?”

“…”

Yes, he’s asleep, but so what?

Didn’t he give the order to send the kiddo to the police station?

“Then… do I still carry him in?” He carefully consulted his boss, who took another long, meaningful look at the child before he finally commanded, “Let him sleep.”

The bodyguard was thrown into confusion, for he did not expect to hear such a surprising reply.

“Where… do we keep him tonight?”

“Head home.”

“Noted!”

He promptly returned to the passenger seat.

Only then did Gu Jinglian return to his senses and did he realize, with much surprise, what he had just said. His past self would have mercilessly kicked the sleeping boy off the car upon their arrival at the police station regardless of circumstances. However, he could not bear to disturb the boy when he saw his sleeping face.

How absurd.

I didn’t expect myself to make an exception for a child.

…

When Song Enya returned home, she learned from her mother that the troop her uncle had dispatched returned empty-handed as Mu Yancheng’s group had arrived first and taken away Meng Qingxue.

Her body swayed slightly and her mind became chaotic when she heard this piece of bad news.

“How did things turn out this way?”