My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 610: Damn, was he drugged by his own wife? 2

Upon hearing Mu Genggeng say, "You really haven’t changed at all," Mo Yinhe set down his teacup and scrutinized her. "You know me?"

"No... I don’t know you..."

Mu Genggeng denied, her conscience pricking her.

However, Mo Yinhe wasn’t so easily fooled. Her tone, full of resentment, made it seem as if he were some scoundrel who had wronged her, which Mo Yinhe found particularly amusing.

"Look into her," Mo Yinhe said.

Fengjue nodded, accepting the order. "Yes, Your Excellency."

Fengjue’s efficiency was always top-notch, and he quickly produced Mu Genggeng’s information.

After glancing at the holographic virtual screen displaying Mu Genggeng’s details, Fengjue bowed and reported, "Your Excellency, she is a young lady from the Geng Family. Her personal history shows no connection with you. However, starting six months ago, her Weibo account began to follow you, and she has been logging into your Weibo homepage every few days. She appears to have a secret crush on you."

Mo Yinhe was indifferent to this, not even batting an eyelid at the news.

His Weibo account had hundreds of millions of followers, among whom were many young women who worshipped him like a superstar. It was said that he had several fan clubs, even more fervent and numerous than those of celebrities in the entertainment industry. Mo Yinhe never bothered with them, letting these adoring young women indulge themselves as they pleased. As a political figure, he had no need to concern himself with such matters.

But this was no reason for the girl before him to speak with such a resentful tone. It didn’t hold water.

"Is this all you found?" Mo Yinhe’s piercing, peach-blossom eyes flashed with a hint of dissatisfaction. Keen as he was, Mo Yinhe could tell at a glance that the girl before him was full of resentment toward him. In this world, resentment never arises without reason; it must be traceable to its root.

Fengjue said, "That’s all, it seems..."

After scrutinizing Mu Genggeng’s information closely again, Fengjue continued, "Your Excellency, the young lady used to study dance but suddenly became interested in Chinese medicine six months ago. She also has a secondary account, which she often uses to speak out in defense of the Song Family. Moreover, she has been inciting the family members of patients in A Country’s cancer clinical trials to cause medical disturbances."

Mo Yinhe commanded the world’s most terrifying intelligence system. Uncovering a girl’s details was so efficient that the history of her ancestors, going back eighteen generations, could be found in a short time.

Leaning back lazily with his chin propped on his hand, Mo Yinhe suddenly paid more attention to the girl before him after hearing Fengjue’s words.

He touched his firm chin. Became interested in Chinese medicine six months ago? Speaking out for the Song Family? Encouraging families to cause medical disturbances?

Connecting these matters, Mo Yinhe regarded Mu Genggeng seriously for the first time.

"Find out what her relationship with the Song Family is," he said in a deep, contemplative voice.

Fengjue continued to search, then shook his head. "Your Excellency, there’s no relationship. I couldn’t find any."

Unable to find anything, Fengjue began to interrogate Mu Genggeng. "Speak. What is your relationship with the Song Family?"

Mu Genggeng’s eyes, thick with unconcealed hatred, glared at Mo Yinhe. "No relation! I just can’t stand to see a child of the Song Family personally send her own mother, grandparents, and great-grandfather to Prison Star. Is it wrong for me to be interested in Chinese medicine and to admire Grandmaster Song’s medical skills?"

"Ha... You think I would believe that?"

Mo Yinhe had seen and experienced much; he himself had traversed a hundred small worlds. The wildest flights of fancy were commonplace to him. With his chin propped up, Mo Yinhe pondered for a moment. Linking this to Mu Genggeng’s inexplicable resentment toward him, he suddenly smiled. His pair of dark, sharp peach-blossom eyes seemed capable of seeing right through Mu Genggeng.

Mu Genggeng felt uneasy under his piercing gaze and repeated, "There’s no relation! Let me go! I came as Yan Mu’s companion. What right do you have to detain me? Mo Yinhe, instead of wasting time on me, you should go check on that woman you favor and see which man she’s currently dallying with."

Mo Yinhe turned a deaf ear.

He knew perfectly well what kind of person his own wife was. If she truly wished to be unfaithful, she wouldn’t have followed him to Yecheng. As the most distinguished Queen of the Mu Continent, if she wanted men, she merely had to express the desire to fill her harem, and men of all kinds would be presented for her selection!

However, Mo Yinhe pressed his aching head.

He had actually slept from the afternoon until now? He had indeed been mentally drained from the recent business trip, but he knew his own body; it was impossible for him to be this tired. He only remembered returning and seeing Mingjing on the sofa, knitting a scarf for him. The sight had warmed his heart, and that cozy feeling had made him lower his guard. Damn it, had his own wife drugged him? Keen as he was—he himself had drugged Mingjing several times, each instance leaving her gnashing her teeth in fury—could this woman be taking an opportunity for revenge? But why choose today to drug him? There was a banquet at home today that he needed to attend, yet she drugged him so he slept until now. She must have an ulterior motive... And then there was Mu Genggeng. Even if he were asleep, the security at home wouldn’t have allowed Mu Genggeng to find her way to his bedroom! The guards of the palace had never been so negligent! Connecting the events, Mo Yinhe had a rough guess: Mingjing must have intentionally drugged him and then deliberately let Mu Genggeng in... Did she have a grudge against this Mu Genggeng? Of course, she did. This ignorant woman had already organized the family members of patients in the cancer clinical trials to cause medical disturbances! Since it was a clinical trial, there were bound to be some cases that couldn’t be cured. For Phase III clinical trial subjects, claiming a one hundred percent cure rate was asking too much. Any medical drug could fail to cure some cases, and every drug would have side effects. Blaming Mingjing for deaths not directly caused by the cancer itself was simply unreasonable! However, this Mu Genggeng was nitpicking, insisting on not letting the matter drop. But why?

Connecting all the dots, Mo Yinhe quickly found the answer. His gaze, falling back on Mu Genggeng, seemed to pierce through her in an instant.

A cold, deep voice burst from his lips, "Song Pianlan?"

At these two words, Mu Genggeng stiffened.

How did he know?

Mo Yinhe laughed, a cold laugh. "Are you Song Pianlan?"

"What are you talking about? I don’t know any Song Pianlan! I’m not her!"

"Since you so admire Grandmaster Song’s medical skills, it’s strange that you don’t know he has a granddaughter named Song Pianlan. You’re not being honest, woman," Mo Yinhe’s voice dripped with undisguised sarcasm. "I never imagined that after your death, you would become Mu Genggeng. Heh, a scourge lasts a thousand years."

Yan Mu, who had followed Si Mingjing, arrived just in time to hear Mo Yinhe’s sarcastic voice confidently revealing Mu Genggeng’s true identity.

Yan Mu paused in his tracks, perplexed. Who was Song Pianlan? Why would Brother Mo say Genggeng was Song Pianlan? Could she not be his comrade’s sister, the Genggeng he knew?