My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 637 Being the Favorite in My In-Law’s House Every Day 1
It wasn’t Mo Yinhe? Si Mingjing’s expression became solemn as she ate breakfast, thinking about who her secret admirer could be—there weren’t many possibilities.
So far, the only person who had expressed interest in her was Qu Liushang; there was no one else.
Suddenly, Si Mingjing rubbed her chin, thinking somewhat disheartenedly, I’m not the object of more people’s secret crushes? Could it be that I’m not charming?
"What are you thinking about?" Mo Yinhe’s insightful gaze fell upon her gloomy face. He always found her expressions at such moments rather intriguing.
Si Mingjing shook her head quickly. "Nothing." If I said what I was thinking, I’d have to coax my husband again tonight!
I don’t have thoughts of cheating; I’m just questioning my own charm. Then again, since arriving on Earth, I’ve been entangled in scandals with Mo Yinhe. Even if others found me attractive, they wouldn’t dare have designs on the woman by Mo Yinhe’s side. So it’s not that I lack charm. Si Mingjing concluded, feeling relieved.
"Who do you think it could be?" Si Mingjing asked, continuing with her breakfast.
Mo Yinhe returned to his desk and started tracking the number that had messaged her. He found an IP address right in the Atlantis Undersea Empire. Mo Yinhe sent Fengjue to investigate the IP address, but they came up empty-handed.
Si Mingjing found it very strange. "After returning to Earth, I’ve left traces of my life in A Country, Yecheng, and even on the Mu Continent. The only place I have no such traces is this Atlantis Undersea Empire. I only occasionally come to see you, and even those visits are few and far between. How could someone here send me this kind of message, unless..."
Mo Yinhe said, "Unless the person isn’t a local."
The two thought alike. Analyzing the tone of the messages, it was apparent that the sender had a very arrogant personality.
Si Mingjing recalled what Lu Jinyi had told her yesterday: "My eighth brother said that since Qu Liushang regained his position as Crown Prince, Qu Gaoyang has disappeared. I broke one of Qu Gaoyang’s arms. Could it be that he sneaked into Atlantis?"
Mo Yinhe narrowed his dangerous black eyes, pondering for a long time with a stern look. "When you go out recently, have Song Yuan and the others follow you. I’ll quickly find Qu Gaoyang."
Si Mingjing, however, lifted the corners of her mouth in a sly smile. "Why not lure the snake out of its hole? I have a plan to draw him out."
Hearing her tone, Mo Yinhe frowned, not wanting her to risk herself. "You are not allowed to use yourself as bait."
"Don’t worry, I have it under control. You do your search, and I’ll do mine. We’ll see who can find this person first. Whoever wins..." she paused teasingly, "...the loser has to coax them!"
Last night, she had coaxed him until he was thoroughly exhausted. Even now, she felt as if her own bones had scattered from the effort.
Mo Yinhe’s eyes dimmed profoundly for a moment, then he lifted the corners of his mouth with interest. "Alright, let’s have a competition." Whether he won or lost, Mo Yinhe looked forward to it.
After having a full meal and not wanting to disturb Mo Yinhe’s work, Si Mingjing left the Undersea Royal Palace.
Still in her flamboyantly imposing manner, she transformed into the White Dragon and flew away.
Because she was so conspicuous, the citizens of the Atlantis Undersea Empire quickly learned that she was the Queen of the Mu Continent—no, she was their Crown Princess Consort of Atlantis!
Upon her return to her palace, the butler told her, "Crown Princess Consort, the master has asked you to visit his study after you return."
"Okay."
Si Mingjing headed for the study to find Ye Junqing.
Ye Junqing was teaching Xi Lei how to write.
Today was the weekend, and the children had no school. Xi Lei sat on a chair, holding the brush in a proper-looking manner, practicing his calligraphy. His characters, however, were so flamboyant and uniquely styled that one wouldn’t know whether to praise him or cover one’s face in exasperation.
Si Mingjing stopped looking at her son’s writing and respectfully turned to Ye Junqing. "Dad, you wanted to see me?"
"Sit."
There were sofas in the study as well, and Ye Junqing indicated for Si Mingjing to sit down.
Ye Junqing asked her, "There’s no evidence in Mu Genggeng’s case right now. The Mu Family has hired a lawyer and wants to bail her out. Dad wants to hear your opinion on this matter. Si Yuan told me that Mu Genggeng is actually Song Pianlan from the Song Family, and you’ve always been at odds. How do you want to ’clean her up’?"
The term Ye Junqing used was "clean her up," clearly indicating his stance—evidence or not, on his territory, his word was law. For instance, making her commit suicide in prison out of fear of punishment.
Si Mingjing said, "Dad, I think she’s suited to guarding that uninhabited island."
She detested anyone who manufactured epidemics. Such people had no compassion, yet they studied medicine; they were a disgrace to the medical field. Mu Genggeng should taste what it felt like to be infected and suffer to the point of wishing for death. However...
Song Pianlan now inhabited Mu Genggeng’s body, and Yan Mu still clung to the idea of driving Song Pianlan out of her. Yan Mu might not allow them to do so.
In truth, this situation was quite tricky—with Song Pianlan inside Mu Genggeng’s body, that body became her shield. Si Mingjing said, "Mu Genggeng’s brother was Yan Mu’s comrade-in-arms who sacrificed himself to save Yan Mu. Yan Mu has always been trying to find a way to drive Song Pianlan out of Mu Genggeng’s body; he’s fixated on it. If we insist on dealing with Mu Genggeng before he succeeds, Yan Mu might... He has depression, I know. His parents and my parents have been old friends for many years."
"The kid has depression?" This was news to Ye Junqing.
Si Mingjing hadn’t wanted to reveal a patient’s condition, but some matters still required consideration of Yan Mu’s health.
"Yes, I’ve been researching depression recently. He has taken my medication and is now recovering. However, I’m not sure if something happening to Mu Genggeng might trigger a relapse. He has always felt deeply guilty about his comrade’s death and hasn’t been able to let it go. So, for now, let’s just keep Mu Genggeng locked up."
Ye Junqing cared about this young man, Yan Mu. After all, he was Yan Bei’s son.
Ye Junqing said, "Alright, Dad knows what to do. Go on with your work."
Before Si Mingjing left, she noticed her son sending her a desperate signal for help, clearly not wanting to practice his calligraphy. Si Mingjing pretended not to see, went over, and ruffled her son’s limp little head. "Practice your calligraphy well." Then, she left.
Xi Lei: BOO HOO, this Demon King wants to return to the Mu Continent! In the Mu Continent, no one ever forced me to practice writing, even though my handwriting looks like chicken scratch. "Grandpa, I’m still a baby."
"One has to start as a baby when it comes to writing. Practice well."
Ye Junqing was a strict grandfather. He sat by himself, sipping coffee while making a call to Yan Mu.
Yan Mu was at the Hot Spring Villa on the mountaintop with his parents when he unexpectedly received a call from Ye Junqing. Surprised and respectful, he answered, "Uncle Ye."
"Yan Mu, come and see me."
"The palace? Alright, Uncle."
"The city hall detention center."
Unaware of the situation, Yan Mu drove down the mountain to the city hall detention center. Upon arrival at the detention center, someone met him and led the way. He was taken through the detention center to a visitor’s room where Ye Junqing was drinking tea.
Yan Mu approached and stood before Ye Junqing. "Uncle, you wanted to see me?"
