Chapter 1095: The Making of a Mama's Boy 2

Jian Yixin was so panicked she lost all composure; she only cried, could only cry, and could do nothing else.

Shi Youxuan received her best friend's call and immediately reminded her: "Can't Moli's watch be tracked by GPS? Have you used it?"

"Right, I forgot."

The watch was tracked, and they quickly found the location, but the result was a false alarm.

The watch was in the hands of a taxi driver, who said the child had gotten out of the car at the paternity testing center!

Because he had no money for the fare, he had used the watch as collateral.

Upon hearing this, it was as if all the blood in Jian Yixin's body had frozen.

The scene from yesterday where Moli had taken the initiative to help her trim her nails surfaced in her mind; that was it, he had doubts, he suspected he was not her biological child.

And he had even gone to a paternity testing center... She fainted straight away!

The taxi driver was in trouble; he thought it would be fine just to return the watch, but things were not that simple.

First of all, the child's watch was not the few-tens-of-dollars children's watch he had assumed it was.

It was an international luxury brand children's watch, a global limited edition, worth over seven million!

Just a watch, and one worn by a child at that, yet it was actually so valuable.

Using such a watch as collateral for a taxi fare was clearly inappropriate; because the amount was huge and the impact severe, the police wanted to take him away, and the taxi driver was so scared he fainted on the spot.

After he woke up, Shi Youxuan gave him an idea: "Help us look for the child together; if the child is found, not only will we not hold you responsible, but there will also be a reward."

Moli sat curled up in a corner with his schoolbag, watching the cars and people passing by in front of him, his eyes filled with confusion.

He was very scared, and he was hungry.

He had been running the whole time, and now he didn't know where he was.

Not far ahead was a small snack shop, and the fragrance of various foods wafting from inside made his mouth water.

But he didn't dare go over, because he had no money in his hands!

Only now did he realize that living in the outside world required money, but he didn't have a single cent on him and could do nothing.

Jian Yixin had protected her son too well, so well that he didn't know the hardships of life at all, and naturally, he couldn't tell the difference between good and bad people.

"Little friend, you're hungry, aren't you? Here, have this." A woman in her thirties stood smiling in front of him and handed him a meat sandwich.

"Thank you, I can't eat it, I don't have any money." He swallowed his saliva and lowered his head.

"Hehehehe..."

The woman laughed, and her laughter sounded like an old hen.

"What a cute child. I don't want your money; it's a gift for you to eat. Go ahead."

No money!

These three words were the best thing Moli had heard all day.

"Thank you."

After thanking her, he took the meat sandwich and ate it in big mouthfuls, finishing it clean in just a few bites.

"Cough, cough..."

He had eaten too fast and choked.

"Drink some water, drink slowly!"

The woman handed him a bottle of water, and he gulped down two big mouthfuls.

Ugh!

The taste was wrong.

There was a strange taste, and by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

The woman in front of him was still smiling, but her smile had become meaningful, and her figure began to blur, as if she had split into two...

Moli's head tilted to the side, and he fell asleep.

"Little brat, you look quite good; you'll definitely sell for a high price."

The woman easily hoisted Moli onto her shoulders and walked away swaggeringly.

When Jian Yixin woke up, she was in the hospital; she pulled out the IV needle and prepared to get out of bed.

"Chairman, please lie down; you cannot go out in your current physical condition." A nurse blocked her, and another nurse hurried out to call a doctor.

"Get out of the way, I want to go find my son."

Jian Yixin's eyes were bloodshot, and she took on a posture ready to fight anyone at any moment.

At this moment, whoever stopped her from going out to find her son was her enemy!

The nurse was caught in a dilemma.

Fortunately, the doctor soon entered, along with the hospital director, Lady Jian, and Jian Xiansheng.

Everyone tried to persuade her, all talking at once.

"Yixin, don't be willful. Ze Rong and the others are already searching; as soon as there is news of Moli, they will notify you immediately. You just need to wait here."

"Going out now is not only useless, but it will also affect the progress of others. Please, stop being willful, okay?"

"Chairman, your physical condition is very poor right now; you must stay in the hospital for observation."

It was useless no matter who spoke; Jian Yixin insisted on being discharged to find the child herself. She looked like she had gone mad, her expression frantic.

Finally, the doctor forcibly injected her with a sedative, and she collapsed onto the bed.

A low, single-story house.

The woman threw Moli into a dirty corner as if he were a sack of cloth.

"I'm exhausted; this kid doesn't look fat, but he's really heavy."

The room was thick with smoke, cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor, and the air was filled with a damp, mixed, and unpleasant odor.

In front of a table covered in grease and so dirty that its original color could no longer be distinguished, sat a man with his upper body bare.

The man was thin and small, but his face revealed a fierce glint; with two tattooed arms and his chest and back covered in tattoos, he didn't look like a good person.

He looked at Moli with a sidelong glance, curled his lip, and said with disdain, "Hong Jie, the goods in your hands are getting worse and worse; this fair-skinned one looks like a pampered young master, he's useless to me."

The woman was a human trafficker, and the man was a villain who specialized in organizing children to beg.

He was the leader of the "Beggar Sect" in this area, using over a dozen children to beg on the streets and then taking a cut of the profits.

This man was thin and small, but he was ruthless.

The woman grew anxious: "So what if he's a pampered young master? A young master hasn't suffered, so he doesn't have so many tricks up his sleeve; you can mold him however you want, isn't that better than those mischievous ones?"

It sounded like there was some truth to that.

"What's the price? Is he a local? You know me, Hong Jie, a rabbit doesn't eat the grass by its own burrow; I don't do business with locals."

Hong Jie pulled a cigarette from the man's pack, put it in her mouth, lit it, and took a deep, satisfied drag: "Business is getting harder and harder to do these days, even this kind of business is being picked over; if you, Lao San, don't dare to take this deal, I'll go find Jinmao Shi Wang, he'll definitely take it."

Lao San didn't speak, clearly somewhat hesitant.

"Jinmao Shi Wang" was his competitor, and the two were mortal enemies.

Hong Jie took two puffs, then threw the remaining large half of the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with her foot.

"Let's go, little one, we're changing places."

She walked over to carry Moli away on her back.

"Wait a second, don't be in such a hurry, Hong Jie, I was just joking with you; I'll take this one."

He pulled two stacks of banknotes from under a filthy bedsheet and slapped them on the table: "Hardship fee."

"Thanks."

The woman picked up the banknotes, put them in her bag, and left, satisfied.

The streets and alleys were already covered with missing person notices, and the electronic screens on the commercial street were continuously showing Moli's photo; the notice offered a reward of 500,000, and as long as one provided valuable clues, they could receive 500,000.

The woman got the money from Lao San and was preparing to go enjoy herself, but when she saw the notice looking for Moli on the electronic screen, she regretted it so much her guts turned green.

500,000, the 20,000 in her bag suddenly didn't seem so appealing anymore.