My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 550 Jingzhe is Mine and Yinhe’s Child! 1
Madam Hua was very excited on the other end of the phone, eager to cook something delicious for her grandson. She then added, "Your Majesty the Queen, can he eat anything right now? Are there any dietary restrictions?"
Si Mingjing said, "It’s better if the food is light. He has been eating very lightly these past few days, and suddenly indulging in rich foods might upset his stomach."
"I will stew a soup for him. I’ll start right now, and then we can go see him after it’s ready."
"That sounds good. I made this call to reassure you and Hua Jinse. Also, there is another matter I want to thank you and Hua Jinse for in person. Let’s talk about it when we meet."
After Si Mingjing finished speaking, she hung up and went to take a bath.
These past few days, she had neither eaten nor slept well and had slimmed down considerably. Today, she finally regained her appetite and wanted to treat herself to a good meal.
「Four hours later.」
Someone reported that Madam Hua and Hua Jinse were at the palace gate, seeking entrance. Si Mingjing ordered them to be let in and went to the inner palace gate to welcome them personally.
"Madam Hua, Miss Hua."
With Hua Jinse supporting Madam Hua, they walked towards Si Mingjing. Seeing Si Mingjing visibly thinner, Hua Jinse bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty the Queen, thank you for working so hard to treat our Jingzhe. We will never forget this for the rest of our lives. You saved Jingzhe."
On the way over, Hua Jinse had already video-called Ye Jingzhe. She could see that although the child had lost weight, his spirits were high. Ye Jingzhe had told her over the phone that Si Mingjing and Mo Yinhe had taken care of him day and night.
Hua Jinse was deeply moved. To show such concern for another family’s child... Mu Continent is fortunate to have such a fine Queen and Empress, yet baseless rumors are rampant outside. Thinking of it, I really want to stand up for Si Mingjing!
"It wasn’t hard at all," Si Mingjing replied, her heart filled only with gratitude for Madam Hua and Hua Jinse. "This is what I should have done. Madam Hua, Miss Hua, please come this way. Jingzhe is still in the isolation building. Although he has recovered, I haven’t lifted his quarantine yet, so you will need to wear protective suits to go in."
Hua Jinse, ever understanding, said, "We understand that."
Si Mingjing led the way, taking Madam Hua and Hua Jinse to the front of the isolation building. The area was sealed off and guarded. Their party changed into isolation suits in a small room at the building’s entrance before going inside.
Mo Yinhe was in the isolation ward with Ye Jingzhe.
Ever since discovering Ye Jingzhe was his biological son, Mo Yinhe hadn’t left the isolation building, eating and sleeping there beside his son. He wanted to make up for the five years of fatherly love Ye Jingzhe had missed.
If Bo Fengyin resembled him most in looks, then Ye Jingzhe was the one whose temperament was most like his. Mo Yinhe felt the deepest affection for this son.
Ye Jingzhe was very self-disciplined. After recovering, he didn’t want to waste any time. He sat at his desk doing homework, his handwriting exceptionally beautiful.
Mo Yinhe sat beside him, remotely handling state affairs. Father and son were both quiet, not disturbing each other, though they occasionally glanced at one another, a silent understanding passing between them.
Out of the corner of his eye, Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe had already snuck several glances at Mo Yinhe. Every time he saw his father’s stern gaze and unsmiling expression while reviewing electronic documents on the holographic virtual screen, Ye Jingzhe would be filled with awe and respect, then apply himself even more diligently to his homework.
Suddenly, Ye Jingzhe’s gaze drifted from his book to Mo Yinhe’s strong, handsome face. "Dad?" he called out.
"Stuck on a problem?" Mo Yinhe set aside his work, ready to teach his son.
Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe shook his head, a thought suddenly occurring to him. "Dad, that necklace you wanted to buy from me before, was it for Mom?"
"Mm-hmm."
Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe pressed his thin lips together, a look of chagrin on his face. If I had known earlier that Auntie Si was my mother, I would have given her the necklace immediately. But I was so foolish! Dad asked me for it several times, and I ignored him. He was lost in deep self-reproach.
Mo Yinhe noticed his son’s slight vexation, reached out, and gently ruffled his hair. "When you get out of here, you can give it to your mom in person."
Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe nodded vigorously.
Just then, with a CREAK, the door opened, and Madam Hua and Hua Jinse, clad in bulky protective suits, followed Si Mingjing inside.
Upon seeing Ye Jingzhe, tears welled in Madam Hua’s eyes. She hurried in, calling out, "My precious grandson!"
"Grandma."
Ye Jingzhe put down his pen, stood up, and went to her, saying in a remarkably mature tone, "Grandma, I’m fine, all better now. Please don’t worry."
"How could I not worry? Grandma was worried sick! Quick, let Grandma look at you. You’ve lost weight; you’re so thin your chin has become pointed! Grandma made soup for you."
Her bulky protective suit made it awkward for Madam Hua to hug the child. Instead, she placed the food container she was carrying on the table, opened it, and began pouring chicken soup into a small bowl.
In the Mu Continent, deep within the Undersea World, chicken soup was a luxury. Chickens weren’t raised in the Undersea World; this one had been purchased from the surface world—a free-range, mature hen that had been raised for several years. The resulting soup had a faint yellow sheen on top and looked both delicious and nutritious.
Hua Jinse’s heart also ached for her nephew. She pulled him down to sit and tenderly rubbed his head. "I heard from Her Majesty the Queen that you tested the medicine yourself. You’ve suffered so much these past few days. Your aunt is proud of you, good boy."
Hua Jinse, usually an iron lady, felt her eyes redden as gratitude towards Si Mingjing and Mo Yinhe surged anew.
"Mo...Empress," she said, "thank you for staying by Jingzhe’s side tirelessly all this time. We don’t know how we can ever thank you enough."
Mo Yinhe closed the holographic virtual screen and stood up, his expression serious. "I am the one who should be grateful."
Hua Jinse was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Let the boy drink his soup first," Mo Yinhe said. He was afraid that if he revealed the truth now, the Hua family would become too agitated, and Jingzhe wouldn’t be able to drink his soup in peace.
"Yes, yes, drink the soup first, drink the soup."
Madam Hua, holding the warm chicken soup, was about to feed her precious grandson herself.
"Grandma, I can do it myself."
"Sit still, sit properly! Grandma will feed you!"
Madam Hua insisted. Her grandson had just recovered from a serious illness; how could she bear to let him feed himself? Her heart ached for him; she cherished him so dearly, as if he might melt like candy in her mouth.
Si Mingjing smiled and walked over to Mo Yinhe’s side. They both sat down nearby, watching Madam Hua dote on Ye Jingzhe.
The rich, fragrant chicken soup was brought to Ye Jingzhe’s lips. He ate with evident relish. Having received an elite upbringing from a young age, his every movement exuded elegance.
"Is it good?" Si Mingjing asked.
Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe nodded primly. Then, he suddenly took the bowl from Madam Hua’s hands and brought it to Si Mingjing. The little fellow wanted to feed her. "Mom, you try a sip."
A smile touched Si Mingjing’s eyes. "Such a filial boy. Mommy doesn’t need any; you drink it."
Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe insisted, "Mom, drink!"
His adorably bossy little tone left no room for argument.
