My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 663: The Dragon Has Nine Sons, the Last Child Appears 2

Before long, footsteps approached from outside the room. Mo Yinhe came in with a bowl and spoon, his tall stature strikingly impressive. He exuded style in a simple white shirt. He wore it with an air of inborn elegance and sexiness that mesmerized Si Mingjing, who didn’t want to take her eyes off him.

Mo Yinhe set the bowl and spoon on the table and strode towards her, his face alight with unexpected joy.

Si Mingjing propped her head up with two pillows, leaning back lazily. As Mo Yinhe approached, she asked curiously, "What’s got you so happy?"

Mo Yinhe’s roguishly charming face held a mysterious hint of Celestial Auspiciousness. "Take a guess," he said.

"Did they catch the person who poisoned Ying Qiao?"

Ying Qiao again? Mo Yinhe thought, annoyed.

He reached out and flicked her forehead. "Mention his name one more time, and I’m really going to lose it," he said. "It’s not that. What’s there to be happy about with that? The only things in this world that could make me happy are having you back after losing you, and finding our lost child."

Si Mingjing seized on the keywords in his speech. "Lost and found child... you mean..."

Mo Yinhe looked down at her with a glint in his eye. "Exactly what you’re thinking."

Si Mingjing bolted upright. "Where?"

Leaning in close to her ear, Mo Yinhe whispered conspiratorially, "I just overheard Su Zhi calling Bo Leng. He told him there’s a child named Su Chaoyang who’s looking for us and is on his way here right now. That boy even asked Bo Leng to intercept Su Chaoyang before he finds us! Ha! As if they could intercept a child coming to find me on my own turf!"

That Su Zhi! I swear I’ll kill him one day! Mo Yinhe fumed internally.

"Did Big Brother agree?" Si Mingjing asked.

Mo Yinhe replied with a single word, "Hmph!"

Si Mingjing’s expression also turned cold. "I misjudged him," she said. "I thought he was different from the rest."

Bo Leng, who was planning to return to his room to rest, suddenly sneezed twice. This... he thought, feeling he, too, had been forced into it. Who doesn’t have some weakness that others can hold over them?

"We must find Little Chaoyang," Si Mingjing said after much thought. "Have someone keep an eye on Big Brother’s guards. We don’t know Little Chaoyang, but Big Brother’s guards should recognize him. As long as we watch his guards, we should be able to trace our way to Little Chaoyang. Don’t tell Song Yuan and the others about this; just use your own people."

Song Yuan, who had already resolved to follow Si Mingjing with unwavering loyalty, felt a jolt. Hey! I’m not a traitor!

Mo Yinhe reached over and ruffled Si Mingjing’s sleep-tousled hair, making it even messier, but he loved it that way. "Don’t worry, I’ve already had someone on it," he said. "I’ll go see if the corn and pork rib soup is ready and get you a warm bowl for your tummy."

Si Mingjing was hungry. Hearing his words, she lay back on the bed, lazily waiting to sip the soup.

She wasn’t feeling well, but Mo Yinhe’s good news perked her up. Rejuvenated and eager, she began to imagine what Little Chaoyang might look like.

Then she mumbled to herself, "Exactly how many did I give birth to?"

"That, you’ll have to ask yourself," Mo Yinhe said as he brought the steaming corn and pork rib soup to the bedside. He began to feed her himself. The soup was very hot, so he patiently blew on each spoonful until it was just warm before bringing it to her lips. "Drink slowly, don’t scald yourself. They say a dragon has nine offspring, but I don’t dare to be that confident."

He couldn’t believe he might have made her have nine children, which was why, after finding eight, he hadn’t continued searching.

Like Si Mingjing, Mo Yinhe was now preoccupied with the thought of that missing child, Su Chaoyang!

Mo Yinhe praised, "He must be a smart kid, knowing to leave his uncle and proactively come find his mom and dad. We’ll meet him very soon!"