My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 523 Bo Fengyin: Daddy Said He Will Spoil Me! 2
"Yes. A few months ago, I took over Mengcheng. Now, Mengcheng is mine."
"Oh." That was the good thing about people with strong mental fortitude; they didn’t startle easily.
Bo Leng closed his palm, and the holographic virtual screen before him vanished. He then picked up a teacup from the coffee table and sipped his tea leisurely, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
After a moment, he asked her, "How did you come by it?"
He meant: How did Mengcheng fall into your hands?
Si Mingjing explained, "Shurong developed diabetes some time ago. A traditional medicine expert formulated a prescription requiring Dragon Algae, an herb found only in the tombs beneath Mengcheng. It’s said that only the future City Lord of Mengcheng can enter those tombs. As it happened, I managed to get in, so the people of Mengcheng wanted me to be their City Lord..."
Bo Leng listened to her explanation, then said curtly, "Speak plainly."
Si Mingjing swallowed hard. "Mengcheng belonged to Mo Yinhe. He was the previous City Lord. Before he passed away, he gave Mengcheng to me."
Worried she hadn’t been clear enough, Si Mingjing continued, "To help me accumulate merit, Mo Yinhe endured a hundred lifetimes. His last life was as the City Lord of Mengcheng."
Bo Leng nodded, his expression stern. He glanced at her and asked, "Did Mo Yinhe tell you this?"
"No, he no longer has his past memories."
Si Mingjing said, "I received a box of Dragon Spit Pearls from someone. My memories were sealed inside them, and eating a Dragon Spit Pearl can restore past memories. By the way, Big Brother, do you know what Dragon Spit Pearls are? How can memories be sealed inside them?"
Si Mingjing still knew very little about the Dragon Clan and believed Bo Leng would surely know.
Bo Leng’s expression grew somber, as if lost in unpleasant memories. After a long pause, he stated icily, "Just memory cells. Nothing magical."
And that was all he said, clearly having no intention of elaborating for her.
Lou Manman emerged from the living room to announce that dinner was ready. Bo Leng went to wash his hands, and they ate dinner together.
After dinner, Si Mingjing administered acupuncture to Bo Leng, then took Bo Fengyin for his bath and to bed.
Little Bo Fengyin wheedled, wanting to sleep with Si Mingjing. His charming excuse was, "Mommy, you must be scared sleeping all alone at night, right? Daddy’s gone, so this little dragon will keep you company! And this little dragon promises not to put his legs on Mommy tonight!"
Si Mingjing held the child in her arms, kissing his small forehead. "It’s fine even if you do. Let Mommy see if the injury on your leg has improved, okay?"
On Bo Fengyin’s pale little legs, the wounds had already scabbed over. They looked quite unsightly.
Si Mingjing’s own legs weren’t in much better condition, bearing scars from the volcano. It looked like they wouldn’t heal for at least another ten days to half a month.
"Mommy, this is for you."
Like a magician, Bo Fengyin retrieved a small bottle of Zhanlong Fragrance from the bedside table and pressed it into Si Mingjing’s hand.
Holding the small bottle of Zhanlong Fragrance, Si Mingjing asked, "Where did you get this?"
"Daddy said that Mommy definitely can’t sleep at night without Daddy to hold her. This has Daddy’s scent, so Mommy can fall asleep smelling it," Bo Fengyin recited earnestly, having memorized his father’s words perfectly.
Si Mingjing chuckled. "Your daddy’s teasing you."
She took the small bottle of Zhanlong Fragrance and sprayed a little into the air. A sweet scent filled her nostrils. Even though this wasn’t Mo Yinhe’s actual scent, she detected a familiar sense of attachment, a comforting feeling as if her beloved were right beside her.
"Huh? Daddy lied to me?" Bo Fengyin pouted, his cheeks puffed up.
Si Mingjing hugged the little dragon cub, tucked the blanket around him, and said, "What your daddy said... actually seems to make some sense."
Bo Fengyin was confused and persisted, "Mommy, did Daddy lie to me or not?"
"Probably... it seems... maybe... he didn’t," she replied.
Mo Yinhe always carried the scent of Zhanlong Fragrance. Having smelled it for so long, whenever she caught a whiff of Zhanlong Fragrance now, it was as if he were right beside her. That man... he knew her completely.
"What else did Daddy tell you?"
"Daddy said Yecheng is super fun! If I go to Yecheng, Uncle won’t be able to boss me around anymore! I can soar to the heavens and dive into the earth, play however I want! Daddy will never scold me or try to teach me lessons. He’ll be the kindest, most indulgent father in the whole world! Daddy will spoil this little dragon rotten!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Bo Fengyin was incredibly excited about such a life; he could hardly wait to go to Yecheng!
"Mommy, once Uncle’s illness is cured, will you take me to Yecheng?"
Hearing her child’s innocent fantasies, Si Mingjing wanted to laugh but managed to restrain herself.
This child is still so young, so naive about the treachery of the human heart!
"Okay, I’ll take you."
It’s just that your wonderful fantasies are destined to be shattered once you get to Yecheng.
As his own mother, Si Mingjing couldn’t bear to tell him the truth.
So, for many days that followed, Bo Fengyin spent his time fantasizing about soaring through the skies and exploring the depths of the earth in Yecheng. He diligently supervised Bo Leng’s medicine intake every day; anyone who didn’t know better would have thought he was genuinely filial!
After Bo Leng had taken the traditional Chinese medicine for thirteen days, Si Mingjing told Lou Manman he could stop.
Lou Manman wanted to point out that there were still two packets of medicine left. "He’s cured just like that?"
"Mhm. If Sister-in-law is still worried, you can ask Big Brother to get a gastroscopy."
Lou Manman did indeed urge Bo Leng to get an examination. However, knowing Bo Leng’s temperament, it was highly unlikely he would go. If Si Mingjing said he was fine, then he was fine.
But Lou Manman was no pushover. Coincidentally, she also needed to go to the hospital for a check-up, planning to have the little ’tadpole’ in her belly removed in the coming days and placed in an artificial womb incubator. She coquettishly pleaded with Bo Leng to take a day off to accompany her.
No matter how busy Bo Leng usually was, he took such matters seriously and accompanied Lou Manman to the hospital for her check-up.
At the hospital, Lou Manman threw a fit, refusing her own examination unless Bo Leng underwent a gastroscopy.
Since they were already at the hospital, Bo Leng reluctantly went for the gastroscopy.
The next day, they received the results of the gastroscopy.
Bo Leng couldn’t be bothered to look at them and tossed the report aside like trash. Lou Manman, however, scrutinized it carefully. Afterward, she called the doctor who regularly treated Bo Leng’s stomach issues. "Is he really cured? Are you sure? ... No, he didn’t go to another hospital. He’s been taking traditional Chinese medicine for about a dozen days, along with acupuncture... Is there any chance his stomach condition might relapse?"
The doctor’s voice on the phone sounded even more excited than Lou Manman’s. "He’s cured! What traditional Chinese medicine is this potent? Princess Consort, could you possibly share the prescription?"
The doctor was a gastroenterologist and suffered from chronic gastritis himself, which he hadn’t managed to cure. He resolved not to breathe a word of this to anyone else! Now, the doctor was desperate for the prescription, hoping to treat his own gastritis as well!
Lou Manman recalled that many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners had exclusive secret formulas they rarely shared. So, she said, "About that, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask the doctor who prescribed it first."
The doctor was persistent, his tone insistent, making it clear he wouldn’t rest until he achieved his goal. "Princess Consort, I can wait online. I implore you, please ask right now, immediately."
