Mated at First Sight
Chapter 942 - 620

Chapter 942: Chapter 620

"Yueyue, let’s go. Your Auntie will take you to buy clothes, lots of beautiful clothes, and then we’ll dress you up like a little princess." Just thinking about such a scene made her feel happy, and children’s clothes were the prettiest and easiest to buy.

Holding Xiaoyue’s hand, Gong Yu felt very content. After all, she had always been the youngest at home, but now there was finally someone younger than her.

However, in the next moment, what unfolded before their eyes was hard to believe.

This was downright daylight abduction, and around them, not a single person stepped forward to help, leaving only that mother desperately and clumsily chasing after the big man, without even a pair of shoes on her feet.

She must have taken off her high heels because they were inconvenient for running.

Jing Youlan and Yang Yuebin exchanged glances, "Take care of Yueyue and the others, Yuebin!"

No sooner had they spoken than the two sprang into action like cheetahs, while Zhang Mingzhe and his companion instinctively shielded the two children, on high alert.

Gong Yu was about to rush forward as well but was pulled back by Quan Luo, "You’d better not add to the chaos." No matter what, with a person like that, Jing Youlan and the others were enough, or it should be said, they were already giving him too much credit.

"Give my child back to me..." The woman’s voice carried her cries and despair, "Give him back to me!"

At this moment, Jing Youlan had already blocked the man’s path, and Yang Yuebin had positioned himself directly to the man’s right, completely cutting off his escape route.

The man immediately stopped, intending to run backwards, but Yang Yuebin moved quickly and watched him coldly, while the mother behind was almost upon them.

"Damn it!" A curse sounded as the man turned to Jing Youlan, not knowing from where he produced a dagger and aimed it at him, "Move aside, don’t meddle in others’ business." He looked fierce.

Jing Youlan frowned, "Let the child go, and I’ll let you leave."

However, upon hearing Jing Youlan’s words, the man paid no heed, still eyeing the two of them warily, and in the next moment, he pressed the dagger against the child’s neck, "Get out of the way, or don’t blame me if we all die together."

Jing Youlan’s brows drew together even tighter, "It looks like you won’t cry until you see the coffin." His lips curved up, the arc resembling neither a smile nor a frown.

"So what if I am?" The man still displayed a foolish demeanor, as if holding the hostage made him invincible.

With a chuckle, Jing Youlan looked at Yang Yuebin, who nodded. In the next moment, before he could even react, the dagger in his hand was snatched away, and the boy, even smaller than Jing Nuo, landed in Yang Yuebin’s arms. The child was probably terrified, crying heartbrokenly, or rather, it was fear.

At that moment, the mother finally caught up and, taking her child from Yang Yuebin’s arms, bowed again and again in apology, holding her child close and showering them with kisses.

Perhaps feeling the embrace of his mother, the child’s crying gradually ceased as she soothed and kissed him.

As for the man who tried to steal the child, the dagger had fallen from his hands, and that hand was now being held in a 360-degree twist by Jing Youlan, who was squeezing it tightly, making him howl in pain.

Gone was his earlier imposing demeanor.

The "hero" had completely turned into a bear, pleading for mercy.

"Mercy, brave one, mercy..."

"Who’s the brave one, you’ve been watching too many period dramas!" Jing Youlan snorted coldly, and without any politeness, tightened his grip, causing the man’s hand to be firmly caught in his own grip, eliciting sweat from the pain.

At that time, the woman stepped forward and said to Jing Youlan, "Thank you so much. I called the police while I was chasing him; they should be here soon."

"Really, thank you so much." Clutching her child tightly, the woman bowed deeply in gratitude once more.

To be honest, she had almost despaired just now.

If the abductor had gotten outside, she might never have been able to get her son back.

She cried out so many times, and with so many people in the Mall, not a single one had offered help.

What kind of society was this?

But fortunately, when she was in despair, someone finally came to her aid. How could the woman not feel grateful?

The two men gave a small laugh and said nothing. Although they had executed many missions over the years, doing something as spontaneously heroic as this was truly a first, offering a different feeling than those missions.

The police did arrive quite promptly, and before long, the sound of sirens was already in the air.