Chapter 8 – Sweetheart from the Sky: The Gentle CEO’s Sweet Kiss (8)
“Mommy… Brother Mo…”
He Yuning, still shaken, realized that his impatience had nearly caused an accident. His voice softened into a timid, apologetic whisper.
“Madam He,” Bai Mo greeted politely.
He wasn’t familiar with Mother He—even the original Bai Mo had never met Father He or Mother He before.
Gently, he gave He Yuning’s little bottom a light pat—this mischievous little troublemaker had nearly caused big trouble. But he was still young—he could be taught.
“When you make a mistake, what should you do?” Bai Mo prompted.
With a soft, childish voice, He Yuning murmured, “Mommy… I’m sorry~”
Mother He, who adored her youngest son beyond measure, could never bring herself to scold him. Instead, she simply smiled and pulled him back into her arms.
“Ning Ning has grown up. You’ve learned good manners,” she praised warmly.
Then, she turned her gaze to Bai Mo—her eyes filled with kindness and gratitude.
“So, you’re Mo Mo… Thank you for everything.”
Before the truth was uncovered, Mother He had resented Bai Mo.
Stealing confidential company documents was one thing, but to collude with her eldest son and an outsider to kidnap her youngest son?
But after the real events were revealed—after they captured the disgusting man Bai Mo had knocked unconscious—Mother He finally understood everything.
And in that moment of realization, she had been consumed by an overwhelming wave of fear.
She had misunderstood Bai Mo—and now, she felt a deep mix of guilt and gratitude.
When she thought about it…
It was their family that had dragged Bai Mo into this mess.
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing! Protecting young ones is everyone’s responsibility,” Bai Mo quickly waved his hands dismissively, his delicate brows arching as his eyes sparkled like shattered stardust, an otherworldly beauty that seemed almost unreal.
Even Mother He, who was accustomed to seeing beautiful people, couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned.
This child is simply too stunning.
And with such a tragic background, it was no wonder he had been trafficked abroad.
…
The police took this case very seriously—it wasn’t just a corporate crime but also involved human trafficking, making it an especially heinous offense.
He Yuning, however, was reluctant to speak in front of strangers, especially when it came to recalling the kidnapping. His resistance was so strong that even Mother He couldn’t console him.
After Bai Mo had finished giving his statement, a female officer hurriedly approached the recording room and asked if he could try comforting the child.
Bai Mo agreed without hesitation.
The moment the little boy saw Bai Mo, he reached out his arms, demanding to be held.
His tiny lotus-root arms wrapped around the teenager’s neck, his vigilant eyes filled with wariness.
At this moment, it felt as though they had been transported back to that red telephone booth—back to the moment when he had been terrified and vulnerable.
Like a wounded little beast, the child trusted no one but Bai Mo—not even his own mother.
…
Everyone present took note of He Yuning’s behavior, their hatred for the traffickers deepening.
Each of them treaded carefully, afraid of further distressing the child.
Only Bai Mo acted as though nothing was wrong.
Holding the small boy securely, he spoke to him softly yet firmly:
“Ning Ning is the bravest! If you answer the uncles’ and aunties’ questions, we can catch the bad guys even faster~”
“If it weren’t for Ning Ning, we wouldn’t have made it home yet.”
“And once the bad guys are caught, Ning Ning will be a little hero…”
…
A young cub needs reassurance.
With his pure and delicate face, Bai Mo had no trouble showering the child with praise, making him feel as though he were the most important piece of the puzzle—that without his testimony, the case couldn’t be solved.
He Yuning was coaxed into grinning from ear to ear, puffing out his small chest with pride.
That’s right! He was going to help catch the bad guys who hurt Brother Mo!
Although young children usually have poor memory, the He family’s genes were exceptional. He Yuning’s intelligence and recall were far above average. With his cooperation, the police were able to piece together the details of the kidnapping more clearly.
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After leaving the police station, Bai Mo found himself unable to turn down Mother He’s enthusiastic invitation, especially given He Yuning’s reliance on him.
Before he knew it, he had somehow ended up at the He residence.
It wasn’t until he spotted He Yuchi that he suddenly realized his mistake.
What the hell was he doing here?!
Now that the truth was out, shouldn’t he be staying far away from the male lead?!
…
Ever since they returned home, He Yuchi had struggled to keep Bai Mo by his side.
But now, seeing Bai Mo appear, his dark eyes lit up with a smile, his face unknowingly soft with affection.
“Mo Mo, you must be tired. Come, sit down.”
He beckoned the teenager over.
…
As the living embodiment of Bai Mo’s aesthetic ideal, He Yuchi was impossible to ignore.
No matter how many times Bai Mo saw him, he still found himself involuntarily drawn to him.
It wasn’t until Xiao Bobao frantically reminded him that he managed to drag his gaze downward—only for his eyes to land on those perfectly sculpted collarbones.
Instinctively, he swallowed.
If even his collarbones are this perfect… what about his abs…?
…
Seeing Bai Mo’s lustful little expression, Xiao Bobao wailed in despair: “Mo Mo, wake up! Don’t get close to the male lead—you’ll be doomed!”