Chapter 27 – Sweetheart from the Sky: The Gentle CEO’s Sweet Kiss (27)
By the time the other bookstore staff arrived, the boy had curled up under the table like a wounded little beast, refusing to come out.
He Yuchi rushed over as soon as he got the news. A large crowd had already gathered at the bookstore’s help desk area. Old Master Dan was frantic, his lips nearly worn out from persuasion, yet the boy remained unmoved—his eyes red, arms wrapped tightly around the table leg, unwilling to budge.
Xiao Bobao was consumed with guilt. If only it hadn’t arrived so late in the timeline, Mo Mo wouldn’t have been affected this deeply.
Mo Mo was never meant to suffer like this.
The scene felt eerily familiar. He Yuchi’s vision blurred for a moment as an unbearable sense of torment flared within him—like being roasted alive. He forced himself through the crowd, knelt down, and stretched his hand toward the little ferret hiding in the shadows.
“Mo Mo, it’s me, Brother Yuchi. I’ve come to take you home.”
His voice was tight with emotion. Under the dim glow of the hanging light, he could just make out the boy’s wary, bloodied lips and the madness flickering in his eyes.
Patients with severe insecurity issues—when they lose all attachment to this world, they are at high risk of…
The psychologist’s words echoed in his mind.
Suppressing the tightness in his throat, He Yuchi spoke gently, coaxingly, “Mo Mo, will you come out? Mom made your favorite dishes at home…”
“Ning Ning misses you too.”
“Look, Dad and Gege are here as well.”
“I miss you so much…”
He kept murmuring, endlessly, not knowing which sentence might reach the boy. But then—just the faintest shift in expression.
Xiao Bobao was overjoyed and immediately sprayed a mental soothing agent at Bai Mo. The alarm in his gaze softened slightly.
Encouragingly, Xiao Bobao added, “Mo Mo, see? Everyone cares about you. It’s getting late—aren’t you hungry? Let’s go home for dinner, okay?”
Now was not the time to mention those foster parents. He Yuchi was handling it well, focusing only on Mo Mo’s favorite things, evoking warm memories to help him regain clarity.
Under the gentle coaxing, Bai Mo hesitantly reached out.
The scent on this person was nice.
He probably… wasn’t a bad guy.
At his slight movement, the crowd barely contained their excitement, but no one made a sound—terrified of startling the little ferret back into hiding.
And finally, He Yuchi wrapped him in his arms.
After the boy emerged from under the table, He Yuchi finally got a clear look at Mo Mo’s condition. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips pale from being bitten too hard, and his delicate face was taut with tension. His fingers clung tightly to the hem of He Yuchi’s clothes—he was afraid, struggling to suppress his terror.
“Mo Mo, I’m here. I’m right here… relax,” He Yuchi whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the boy’s lips. As expected, the tension in Mo Mo’s body eased slightly.
Now was not the time for anyone to “compete for affection.” Dan Sihe had already prepared a car and was dispersing the crowd, intending to take Mo Mo home.
Just then, Dan Xiaowen arrived. Internally, she cursed those foster parents for being useless and ruining her plans. On the surface, however, she played the role of the concerned older sister, saying warmly, “I’m just glad you’re okay, Xiao Mo. Dad, Mom, Borther, me… your foster parents and even the neighbors were all so worried about you.”
The boy, who had only just begun to calm down, instantly froze at the mention of “foster parents.” His pupils dilated in shock. Under the artificial lighting, the lingering crowd suddenly seemed to shift—they were all grinning wickedly, whispering, You can’t escape…
“Mm—!”
He Yuchi let out a muffled groan as the boy went wild again, sinking his teeth viciously into his hand.
When a small animal bares its fangs and claws, it does so with all its strength. Blood quickly seeped from the wound on He Yuchi’s hand, yet he didn’t let go. One hand remained trapped in the boy’s bite, while the other held him tightly, restraining his desperate struggle.
Xiao Bobao frantically sprayed more mental-soothing agents on Bai Mo. Just as the effects started to kick in, Dan Xiaowen’s continuous “concern” kept triggering him, rendering the treatment useless.
“Ahhh, you wretched woman!” Xiao Bobao was fuming. She was certain of it now—Dan Xiaowen had done it on purpose. She must have been the one who brought those foster parents here.
If she could materialize, Xiao Bobao would have clawed Dan Xiaowen’s face right then and there.
“Mo Mo, what are you doing? Let go! Brother Yuchi is bleeding because of you! Brother Yuchi, you should let go too!” Dan Xiaowen played the role of a kind and considerate person to perfection. As she stepped forward, she accidentally tripped over something on the floor—falling straight toward He Yuchi.
The man took a heavy blow to his back, and as his grip loosened for a split second, the boy shot out like lightning. He shoved Dan Sihe aside and leaped out of the window. His speed was so astonishing that all the onlookers who rushed to the window could see was a fleeting blur—mere seconds later, he was already on the street.
“Ah… that hurts.” Dan Xiaowen rubbed her sore knee. Just as she was about to stand up, a large hand suddenly wrapped around her throat, forcing her head up. She was met with a pair of wild, frenzied eyes. A chill ran down her spine, and genuine fear overwhelmed her—her previously fake tears now became real.
“Brother Yuchi, let… let go of me!” Dan Xiaowen gasped for air, struggling to breathe. This man is a lunatic… a complete madman.
She frantically slapped at his arm, even pressing against the wound on his hand where the boy had bitten him—but he showed no sign of letting go.
“Yuchi!” Old Master Dan finally spoke. The suffocating grip on Dan Xiaowen’s neck disappeared instantly. She collapsed, crawling frantically to hide behind Old Master Dan. As she coughed uncontrollably, all of her previous thoughts about He Yuchi vanished into thin air.
“D-Dad…” She shrank further behind Old Master Dan when she met He Yuchi’s chilling gaze. But before she could fully hide, the old man yanked her out from behind him and delivered a resounding slap across her face.
“What the hell are you doing here, stirring up trouble?!” Old Master Dan was so furious that his chest ached. He knew that Mo Mo’s mental state wasn’t the best, but the boy had been cheerful and lively all this time. He never expected such a sudden breakdown. After all the effort to calm him down, his stepdaughter had scared him away again.
The more miserable the boy was, the more pain Old Master Dan felt in his heart. He clutched his chest, his trembling finger pointing at Dan Xiaowen. “Get out…”
“Old Sir—”
“Dad—”
Old Master Dan suddenly suffered a heart attack and had to be rushed to the hospital. With no way to be in two places at once, Dan Sihe had to stay behind to look after the old man, while He Yuchi set out to find Mo Mo.
Meanwhile, Bai Mo had escaped and was now hiding near a garbage dump. The air reeked of filth, flies buzzed chaotically around him, and in the darkness, he sat curled up with his knees drawn to his chest—like a lonely, abandoned snow ferret.
Xiao Bobao stayed by his side the entire time but didn’t dare to make a sound for fear of agitating him further. These are just the aftereffects of crossing worlds, she reminded herself. This is Mo Mo’s first mission, and the difficulty started at hell-level… He has to adapt and overcome it on his own.
…
In the latter half of the night, after sitting motionless for hours, the boy finally moved. His voice, once soft and sweet, was now unbearably hoarse. “Xiao Bobao…”
“I’m here, I’m here! Mo Mo, how are you feeling? Any better?” Xiao Bobao quickly took out a bottle of water and considerately twisted the cap open.
The cool liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, as if cleansing his clouded mind.
“It feels like I had a dream… In the dream, I even bit Brother Yuchi…” As fragments of memory surfaced, Bai Mo struggled to distinguish between reality and illusion.
“It wasn’t a dream. But don’t worry, He Yuchi was only bitten once—the injury isn’t serious,” Xiao Bobao reassured him.
“I feel like I’ve forgotten something… Xiao Bobao, let me think… I need to remember…” The boy’s voice lowered as he buried his face in his knees.
Even his beloved male lead couldn’t capture his attention—this was a serious problem. However, at least Mo Mo was now conscious. He shouldn’t be triggered just by human interaction anymore. As He Yuchi continued his search, Xiao Bobao simulated a conversation between passersby along his path.
“That garbage dump was so filthy… but that boy was really good-looking.”
“It’s such a shame—a guy that handsome, having to scavenge for a living.”
The two “passersby” gushed over the appearance of a boy in the junkyard, and every detail perfectly matched Bai Mo. He Yuchi immediately turned and ran over to ask them for more information. However, by the time he rounded the tree where the voices had come from, the two “passersby” had already vanished.
A boy… in the garbage dump… He wasn’t sure if it was Mo Mo, but as long as there was even a sliver of hope, he had to check.
He Yuchi sprinted toward the junkyard. Meanwhile, Xiao Bobao retracted the simulated passersby and slumped against the system wall, exhausted. She had used up too much energy today—redeeming over a dozen bottles of mental stabilizers, simulating conversations to guide He Yuchi—and now, she was struggling to recover. Watching the red dot on the map move closer and closer, she forced herself to stay awake. Once He Yuchi arrived, she could finally rest in peace.