"What should I do? That little **** has a high fever and fainted without taking two steps. No one is willing to buy her!"
"Is it useless to take the anti-fever medicine?"
"It's useless, I've been sleeping all the time, it's really bad luck. I thought I came across a cash cow that could sell for a good price, but who knows it's a loser!"
Miaomiao was lying on the old bed, covered with a thin quilt, and a cooling sticker on her forehead. Her cute little face was reddened from the fever, and her small hands grasped the thin quilt on her body, breathing a bit heavy.
"Mom..." she murmured, her brows frowned slightly.
"Miaomiao? Miaomiao?"
"Who is it?" When Miaomiao was sleeping, she heard an unfamiliar voice calling herself. She wanted to speak with some doubts, but couldn't make a sound.
"I am your system. I can communicate with you in my heart. You don't need to speak when you are sick. Just think in your heart."
"Sister System, Miaomiao is so uncomfortable, so scared, Miaomiao wants to go home." Miaomiao's little hand gripped the quilt tightly, and said aggrievedly in her heart: "Miaomiao was taken away by the bad guy, so I miss my parents."
"Don't worry, you will be home soon."
...
Miaomiao didn't know how long she slept, she just felt dizzy and didn't want to open her eyes.
Until the moment she woke up, she looked at the white ceiling, and she was still confused in her big innocent eyes.
"Miaomiao is awake." The familiar gentle woman's voice rang around, and Miaomiao looked to the side. When she saw the beautiful young woman, her mouth flattened and she cried immediately, "Mummum..."
"Baby." Fu Rou hugged her in her arms, "Don't cry, don't cry, Mom is here."
Miaomiao grabbed her mother's clothes, tears couldn't stop.
She was abducted by a trafficker with candy half a week ago. Miaomiao was born in the Wen family, the richest man, but her parents didn't allow her to eat too many sweets since she was young, so that she was very craving for candy.
After being abducted by human traffickers, they saw that the clothes she was wearing were all well-known children's clothing brands. They took off her clothes and sold them second-hand. They only gave her the cheap and shabby clothes left by the previous children.
It was winter at this time, those clothes were not warm, and she fell ill the next day with a fever. The trafficker wanted to sell her a good price, so she was given a medicine stick to reduce the fever, but she was afraid of the cold, so she could only cover it in winter. With the thin quilt, the temperature did not drop.
It wasn't until the Wen Jia found the person who bought her clothes from the location system on Miaomiao's clothes that the police identified the traffickers from the description of that person, wiped them out, and retrieved Miaomiao, who was only three and a half years old.
"Woo, Miaomiao is so scared, Miaomiao will never go with her unfamiliar uncle again. Miaomiao misses mom and dad, her brother and nephew."
Fu Rou quickly patted her on the back, "My dear baby, mom will never let people take you away in the future. Tell your mom what you want to eat in the future, don't ask for something from strangers, don't you know?"
"Got it."
Miaomiao was tired from crying, so Fu Rou let her lie on the hospital bed, covered her with a quilt, and then called.
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The Richest Daughter is Three and a Half Years Old (MTL)
General FictionOFFLINE READING ONLY!!! After the three-and-a-half year old MiaoMiao was rescued from the human traffickers, the entire very rich Wen family placed the little princess that they had nearly lost into their hearts. So... When Father Wen just finished...