My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 558: Ye Jingzhe’s First Visit to Yecheng
"I’m not talking about that one time!" Ye Xinguang’s mental notebook was full of past accounts, hastily noted one by one. She never brought them up on ordinary days, but at critical moments, it became a sharp blade. "I’m talking about the time I got paired with you at the Civil Affairs Bureau. You sent a lawyer to threaten me back then, have you forgotten?"
Had she really forgotten about the matters of their youth?
Later, after she graduated from college, she had no partner and was assigned one through a lottery at the Civil Affairs Bureau. She ended up with him, a notorious figure dead set against marriage. At that time, he had even sent Lawyer Xi to pressure her into giving up the official match.
Ye Junqing’s brow twitched violently. Feeling guilty, he said, "It’s been so many years, and you’re still holding onto that trivial matter. Can’t you just admit I was wrong?"
"Hmph! Now you admit you were too harsh, don’t you? Just make sure not to scare our new grandson!"
Ye Junqing took a deep breath. I’ll bear it, he thought. When arguing with my wife, the husband always loses, and I’m no fool.
But am I really that frightening now?
Ye Junqing touched his own face, trying to force a smile.
Little did he know, Ye Xinguang said, "Even your smile looks fierce."
Enough already! Ye Junqing fumed internally. This annoying little fishtail! She must have woken up too early and is in a foul mood, deliberately picking a fight, isn’t she?
Ye Xinguang pointed to her dimples. "Look at me," she said. "Smile more amiably, like this. Just like that. See clearly now?"
I see clearly, alright, Ye Junqing thought. Her smile looks utterly foolish!
He refused to imitate her; it was beneath his dignity.
Ye Xinguang got angry and gave her husband a fierce kick. They were a long-married couple, and she wasn’t afraid to ’pluck hairs from the tiger’s head.’
At that moment, the hatch opened, and the slide was lowered. The Little Dragon cubs slid down one by one.
"Grandpa~ Your little lord has returned~"
"Grandma, your princess is back~~"
Ye Xinguang greeted them with a radiant smile, picking up each grandchild as they slid down and showering them with kisses.
Then she asked, "Where’s your older brother?"
Reportedly, Ye Jingzhe was even older than Xiaobai, having celebrated his birthday first.
Ye Nianbai pouted. He had no older brothers, only younger ones!
Gu Shurong, the chubby toddler, pointed at the hatch and said, "With Dad."
Ye Jingzhe, also known as Little Bingshan, stood inside the cabin, staring at the slide. He refused to use it; it was too childish!
Therefore, he chose to stand beside Mo Yinhe and walk down the lift step by step.
Little Bingshan’s curious little head didn’t dart around. He walked steadily, eyes fixed forward, exuding the composure and reserve instilled by his noble upbringing.
Ye Junqing stood below, watching and nodding repeatedly. "Not bad, not bad. Finally, a grandson with a steady character."
After descending from the lift, Mo Yinhe led Ye Jingzhe by the hand to his parents and introduced the child. "This is Grandpa, and this is Grandma. You’ve probably met them before, at your mother’s coronation banquet."
Ye Jingzhe, Little Bingshan, looked up. He had seen them, but only from a distance, and he hadn’t greeted them at the time.
Ye Jingzhe, Little Bingshan, respectfully greeted them, "Grandpa, Grandma, I am Ye Jingzhe."
"Good child! Are you completely recovered from your illness? Your face has gotten so thin. Come inside with Grandma; I’ve prepared a delicious breakfast for you."
Ye Junqing scooped up his grandson, laughing. "Ye Jingzhe, that’s a good surname. Grandpa likes it."
Among the grandchildren who had been scattered far and wide, finally, one of them carried his surname.
Ye Xinguang counted: one, two, three, four, five... "Wait," she said.
"Where’s my Little Xiangru?"
"He’s still on Mu Continent."
The child’s condition was unstable; he would turn into Little Jinli when the time came. He needed to continually perform acts of merit on Mu Continent, which was why Mo Yinhe had left the child with Si Mingjing.
Ye Xinguang became unhappy. "Don’t you see the situation on Mu Continent right now? How could you leave my Little Xiangru there? And Mingjing hasn’t returned either!"
Ye Xinguang knew it was impossible for Si Mingjing to come back at this time, but she was still worried about her daughter-in-law.
Ever since her daughter-in-law went to Mu Continent, how many pitfalls had she encountered?
If I had known earlier, it would have been better if she hadn’t gone back at all! In Yecheng, no one could possibly scheme against her!
Ye Xinguang looked at Mo Yinhe with displeasure. "You and your father are exactly alike! Your wives mean nothing to you! Two rotten scoundrels!"
Mo Yinhe, scolded out of the blue, looked up and sneaked a glance at Ye Junqing. Dad, how did you offend Mom?
Ye Junqing returned a cold glance. How would I know?
After all, I was sleeping soundly last night, half-asleep, when she kicked me and dragged me right under the bed, and I didn’t even get angry. Am I, of all people, to be called a scoundrel?
He pondered some more. Could it be that my wife had a bad dream last night, one where I bullied her? That would be even more unjust!
Mo Yinhe said, "Mom, I’ve delivered the children. I need to return to Mu Continent."
Worried about her daughter-in-law, Ye Xinguang chided, "Then what are you waiting for? Go quickly!"
"I need to handle some political affairs first."
"You don’t need to! You’ve been away recently, and your mom has been very diligent, with your dad helping me in the background. Don’t worry about these matters. Just hurry back and protect my daughter-in-law properly. If Mingjing experiences any more unhappiness, don’t even think about coming back. I’ll consider you a son married off—like water spilled!"
Mo Yinhe: "..."
Therefore, Mo Yinhe didn’t even have a bite of breakfast before boarding a plane and flying back to Mu Continent.
He traveled so quickly that even Si Mingjing was surprised.
Seeing her husband return so soon, Si Mingjing asked in astonishment, "Why are you back so quickly? Did you take the kids to Yecheng, not even drink a sip of water, and come straight back?"
It was a long story, and Mo Yinhe didn’t want to get into it. He was famished. "Is there anything to eat?" he asked.
Si Mingjing had someone in the kitchen prepare food.
Unwilling to wait, Mo Yinhe said to the butler, "Make me a bowl of noodles, quickly."
Making noodles was fast. In five minutes, a bowl of seafood noodles was served. Mo Yinhe devoured the entire large bowl, not even leaving the soup.
He ate with such an exaggerated hunger that he looked as if he had escaped from a refugee camp.
Later, Si Mingjing sent a WeChat message to Ye Siyuan asking what had happened.
From Ye Siyuan, she learned that it was her mother-in-law who had sent him back. A wave of warmth spread through Si Mingjing’s heart.
She personally called Ye Xinguang. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted about the children as if they were close friends.
Ye Xinguang said over the phone, "Mingjing, don’t worry, we’ll take care of the kids. You just focus on controlling the epidemic there. Once the epidemic is over, come back to Yecheng. What’s the joy in life if you’re always staying undersea without even getting a sunbath?"
"Mom, thank you. It’s Ye Jingzhe’s first time in Yecheng; there must be many things he’s not used to. Please take extra care of him."
"I know, I know. The child has just recovered from his illness. If there’s anything about his diet that needs attention, tell me, and I’ll write it down."
Si Mingjing then seriously explained some details, including what he could and couldn’t eat, and how to quickly help Ye Jingzhe regain the weight he had lost. She covered everything, big and small, with great clarity. Ye Xinguang listened intently, taking notes as diligently as a high school student.
