Chapter 1146: Nothing That Can't Be Solved with a Set of Toys

"Knock, knock, knock."

The door was tapped lightly a few times.

Sheng Zihan's voice: "Brother Moli, don't cry anymore. Crying during the New Year is unlucky."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."

"I want to go home, I want to find my mom!"

Moli didn't care about whether it was lucky or not; he only had one thought in his mind right now, which was to find his mom and be with her.

Unfortunately, no one paid him any mind.

He cried until his voice was hoarse, then slumped powerlessly against the door and stopped crying—because it was useless!

At this moment, someone finally paid him mind, and it was still Zihan.

Zihan had great patience and had been guarding outside the door, putting together a toy.

Once Moli's crying stopped, he spoke again: "Brother Moli, how old are you this year?"

Moli:...

He didn't answer, not because he didn't want to, but because he had never thought about it.

How old was he?

How many years old?

If he couldn't answer such a question, it would be too embarrassing, but in reality, he really hadn't thought about it seriously.

Actually, he used to know, but later he had deliberately ignored it.

Because if he couldn't remember his age, he could refuse to grow up in his heart and be a Baobao forever.

But now that he was asked, he couldn't avoid facing the question.

Moli was smart and quickly calculated it based on his zodiac sign—he was eleven.

So he answered righteously: "I'm 11, so what?"

"Hahahaha..."

A burst of raucous laughter came from outside the door.

Sheng Zihan was laughing very arrogantly, the kind without any attempt at concealment.

After the laughter came the ruthless mockery: "Brother Moli, you're already 11 and you still need to find your mom? I'm several years younger than you, and I don't look for my mom. Mom and Dad often go out for ten days or half a month, sometimes over a month, and we don't look for Mom, let alone cry..."

People are afraid of comparisons, and children are too.

Without comparison, it is hard to discover the differences between oneself and others.

The family relationship Moli had originally adapted to was now being "challenged."

He was unconvinced and started looking for excuses: "Your family has many people and is lively, so of course you don't need to cry when your mom isn't home."

Zihan: "You're at our house now too, it's lively with many people, what are you still crying for?"

Moli: "You are a family, I am not a family with you. I want to go back to my house and find my mom." Just as he said this, tears filled his eyes again, and he was about to shed them.

Zihan: "That's not right, we are all one family. Your dad is my dad's younger brother, I call you brother, and you have to call my big brother and second brother 'brother' too, so how are we not one family?"

Moli:...

He didn't speak or cry, but fell into thought.

It seemed to make some sense?

Sheng Zihan had a natural affinity for communicating with people; with that mouth of his, he could talk the dead into living.

Soon, Moli didn't want to cry anymore; he felt that staying for a few days wasn't such a big deal!

He wanted to be with his mom at all times because he lacked a sense of security. Once he determined that the surrounding environment was not dangerous, whether his mom was by his side at every moment became less important.

"Zihan, are you willing to play with me?"

There was no answer.

The next second, the door opened, and Zihan stood before him holding a puzzle toy, his big eyes shining with excitement and hope: "Brother Moli, will you teach me how to do the puzzle? If I can beat Zirui this time, I'll give you one-tenth of my New Year money."

"I don't want your New Year money, I'll help you."

"Good, good, good, Brother Moli is the best."

The two children soon started the puzzle, and their mothers had already been left behind.

Jian Yixin's home.

"Bang!"

"Clatter—"

Jian Yixin swept everything on the coffee table onto the floor, the expensive teacups shattering into tiny pieces, but it did not relieve the anxiety in her heart!

She was still very anxious; her heart felt as if it were being roasted on a fire.

She clutched her chest, her face pale.

"Yixin, Yixin, how are you? Sit down quickly."

Seeing that something was wrong, Sheng Zerong hurried over to support his wife and ordered the servant to call a doctor immediately.

"Don't call a doctor, I'm fine." Jian Yixin stopped the servant from calling a doctor and said to her husband: "Go to your big brother's house and bring Moli back. As long as he is by my side, my illness will be cured immediately."

Sheng Zerong didn't want to agree, but seeing his wife's mournful, pleading eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse.

"Fine, I'll go get him, but you must promise me you'll see a doctor."

"Mm, you go get the child first. Once the child is brought back, I will see a doctor immediately; otherwise, even if I die at home, I won't see one."

Sheng Zerong had no choice but to agree.

He called Shi Youxuan, but was "ruthlessly" rejected.

So he had no choice but to make the trip himself.

The Sheng Family.

Sheng Zerong did not even get through the main gate; he was stopped outside by the housekeeper.

Zhang Ma said expressionlessly, "Our mistress has given instructions: you cannot take Young Master Moli back. If he goes back now, the child will become a mama's boy for the rest of his life. You wouldn't want to see that happen, would you?"

Sheng Zerong: "I know, but I have to take him back now. Yixin is sick; she refuses to even see a doctor unless she sees our son. I am very worried about her health."

Shi Youxuan appeared at the doorway and said to him, "Don't worry, you can go back. Yixin isn't physically ill; she has a sickness of the heart."

"That can't be right, can it? Her face is pale, and cold sweat keeps pouring down. How could there be nothing wrong with her body?"

Concern leads to confusion.

Sheng Zerong also knew this was the only chance to change his son from becoming a mama's boy, but he could not just watch his wife have problems, which was why he had come to his elder brother's house to take his son back.

"I will call her; you go back."

Shi Youxuan actually took out her phone and dialed Jian Yixin's number: "Hello! Jian Yixin, I heard you're sick? If you're not feeling well, then let's cancel the video call with Moli..."

It was unclear what was said on the other end, but Shi Youxuan hung up the phone and smilingly told Sheng Zerong to go back, saying the doctor would arrive soon.

He returned home.

He arrived home at almost the same time as the doctor.

Since he hadn't hired the doctor, it must have been his wife who found one herself.

After a careful examination, the doctor looked troubled: "Chairman... there is no illness." Making such a diagnosis put him in a difficult position as well.

There was indeed no illness; all the indicators were completely normal, but the Chairman was very uncomfortable and looked as if she were ill.

This examination result was the same as what Shi Youxuan had guessed.

"You're saying she's not sick? But she is clearly very uncomfortable."

The doctor: "Yes, I think the Chairman needs a psychiatrist."

Before the doctor left, he still prescribed medicine for heart disease.

Jian Yixin adamantly opposed seeing a psychiatrist, but her "symptoms" eased significantly without even taking the medicine.

Although she was "cured," she began thinking of various ways to get her son back.

Sheng Zerong carefully persuaded her from the side: "Yixin, try to look on the bright side. My sister-in-law is doing this for our own good; anyone else wouldn't bother doing such a thankless task."

"Moli is fine at my elder brother's house. My sister-in-law has raised those children to be so outstanding, so our Moli won't be any worse off there."