Page 2, Mo Xiaoxue
That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is the date of birth, which says March 1st of this year.
And in the relationship column, the words "siblings" are glaringly written.
Looking at Mo Xiaoxue's ID number on the household register, Chen Junqiang entered it into his police phone and checked it, confirming that the information is indeed true.
Moreover, the ID numbers of Mo Jingchun and Mo Xiaoxue both start with the same digits.
In other words, at this very moment, the little one sitting in the stroller, holding a bottle and sucking on it, with two beautiful big eyes curiously looking at him, is indeed Mo Jingchun's sister.
To be precise, the little one is looking at Mo Jingchun, who is standing opposite him with his head lowered.
"Siblings"
These two familiar words, at this moment, were like a bludgeon, hammering heavily on Chen Junqiang's chest.
So weak and powerless, yet so overwhelmingly strong.
For a moment, Chen Junqiang, feeling suffocated, didn't know how to open his mouth. He's skilled at maintaining order and catching bad guys, but when it comes to comforting someone, comforting someone who has lost their parents and still needs to take care of a sister who looks less than a year old, Chen Junqiang has no clue.
Moreover, the little one in the stroller is so small, which means the time Mo Jingchun lost his mother was definitely no more than a year ago, and maybe even less than half a year.
Died from childbirth complications?
Chen Junqiang doesn't know, nor would he dare ask, otherwise, it would be like rubbing salt into the still-healing wounds of Mo Jingchun.
Standing behind Chen Junqiang, Du Xiaohan, who is only 165 cm tall, couldn't see the contents of the household register, but she could see the change in Chen Junqiang's expression.
This made Du Xiaohan even more curious, what kind of information could cause such a rich change in a policeman's face.
Is the household register fake? As soon as this thought came up, Du Xiaohan dismissed it herself.
In the internet age, if a household register is fake, a simple check would expose it. There's no need to fake it, especially since Du Xiaohan also saw the policeman verify the information with his phone just now.
The fact that the policeman did not immediately say the household register had issues further confirms that it is real and problem-free.
What different information could there be on the household register, Du Xiaohan really couldn't imagine. She had used a household register a few times, but never paid much attention to the detailed information on it.
In Du Xiaohan's impression, it just noted names, family addresses, ID numbers, gender, education, and date of birth.
The crowd gathered around hadn't stopped their discussions, some were laughing, some looked disgusted, and others, having just come over, had faces of shock upon hearing the comments of others.
"Everyone, please, there's nothing going on here, no need to make wild guesses,"
The first thing Chen Junqiang thought about was dispersing the onlookers.
A loud-voiced middle-aged woman in the crowd asked:
"Officer, this person isn't stealing children, right?"
As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, a lump formed in Chen Junqiang's heart. He quickly shook his head and said, "No, ma'am."
Chen Junqiang paused and added, "I'm just conducting a routine check."
"Everyone please disperse, we don't want to scare the child."
"Oh, okay."
Though some people showed reluctance, most dispersed and found places to sit. A few still lingered, glancing back with curiosity.
With a stiff smile, Chen Junqiang returned the admission notice and household register to Mo Jingchun.
"Here you are, your items."
Mo Jingchun didn't look up and silently accepted the Jing University admission notice and household register from the policeman, turned, and squatted to carefully place the important documents back into his suitcase.
He understood the actions of the policeman and the woman, but that understanding didn't stop the pain he felt from being uncontrollable.
In moments like these, Mo Jingchun could easily point at the woman behind the policeman and snap, "You're sick," leaving her speechless.
"I'm sorry, I..." Before Chen Junqiang could finish, he was cut off by Mo Jingchun.
"It's nothing."
Mo Jingchun took a tissue from his pocket and wiped the milk dribble from his sister Candy's chin. The little one's brow furrowed in dissatisfaction.
At a loss, Chen Junqiang was gently nudged in the back by the silent Du Xiaohan. He turned and shook his head at her, signaling her not to speak.
After moving away from where Mo Jingchun was, and walking some distance, Chen Junqiang finally explained to Du Xiaohan.
"Don't take it to heart, you did the right thing. Better safe than sorry."
With that said, Chen Junqiang left, heading towards the convenience store near the restrooms, leaving behind the silent Du Xiaohan.
"Is it really right?"
Du Xiaohan seemed to be questioning herself, and also questioning the policeman.
She looked at the hunched over, small figure. The difference now was that the person's face no longer showed a smile like before.
And it was all because of her.
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Having cleaned Candy's bottle, Mo Jingchun was about to drag his luggage back to his seat.
"Let me help you with that."
Du Xiaohan wanted to help Mo Jingchun with his suitcase, but Mo Jingchun's hand on the handle wouldn't let go.
What happened next left Du Xiaohan dumbfounded.
One person wouldn't let go, and the other, feeling a bit guilty, was too eager.
Du Xiaohan's fingernail scratched Mo Jingchun's right hand, leaving a white mark. The white mark quickly turned red and started bleeding within a blink of the eye.
Luckily, the blood soon clotted.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean it."
Du Xiaohan was at a loss, repeating over and over, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Without expression, Mo Jingchun glanced down at his right hand, then up at the bothersome woman.
"Ma'am, could you please step aside?" Mo Jingchun spoke almost through gritted teeth.
Even a monk has a temper, let alone someone like Mo Jingchun, who's still in his impulsive teenage years.
Back in school, Mo Jingchun would never have restrained himself like this.
Sitting back down, Mo Jingchun carefully examined his scratched right hand.
"What bad luck! If I'd known, I'd have set off a day earlier."
"What happened?" Chen Junqiang sat down on the seat next to Mo Jingchun and asked.
Faced with the returning policeman's inquiry, Mo Jingchun paused silently, then spoke, "It's nothing, I just got scratched by a cat."
"A cat? I'm on duty here all the time, I've never seen a cat around." Chen Junqiang looked puzzled.
"It already ran off, maybe it just came by today."