The crowd was lively, but Si Mingjing didn’t mind. "However, my Senior Brother said there are only two tickets."
Ye Shen immediately said, "There are no tickets in Imperial Capital that I can’t get hold of, right, Big Brother?"
Mo Yinhe’s face was dark, and he remained silent.
This jerk! He avoids me for parent-child events but is so eager to spend New Year’s Eve with some wild man! Who had claimed over and over that her heart belonged only to the Demon King, unwavering until death, faithful and true?
Ye Shen made a call and soon got the tickets. He said excitedly, "I got five tickets, all VIP infield tickets! The tickets your Senior Brother got definitely aren’t as good as mine. We’ll have the best time watching the show together from the infield."
"Okay." Si Mingjing had no objections.
Mo Yinhe, however, said, "Four tickets."
Who allowed that wild man to sit with us in the infield? Am I, Mo Yinhe, supposed to be that generous?
Ye Shen caught on quickly. "Oh, oh, oh, I made a mistake. There are only four tickets, so your Senior Brother will have to sit by himself."
"Then I’ll sit with my Senior Brother, and you three can sit in the infield." Si Mingjing wasn’t deaf. She had long made plans to watch the show with her Senior Brother. How could they sit separately? What was the difference between that and standing someone up?
The color in Mo Yinhe’s eyes grew colder as he glared at her.
Si Mingjing bravely met Mo Yinhe’s intimidating gaze, refusing to back down. "I promised to watch the New Year’s Eve show with my Senior Brother. I can’t do this. If that’s the case, I’d rather not have agreed at all."
"Then don’t agree! Call him and tell him you’re not available!" Mo Yinhe’s voice was commanding, but Si Mingjing refused to give in.
The two were at a stalemate the entire way.
When the car arrived at the entrance of the Millow Street hotpot restaurant, Si Mingjing immediately jumped out. She walked towards Zhang Muguang, who was waiting for her at the entrance, her movements making it seem as if she couldn’t wait to meet privately with the wild man.
Right in front of him!!!
Ye Shen got out of the car with Ye Nianbai in his arms, leaving only Mo Yinhe sitting immobile in the car, his face ashen.
Ye Shen whispered persuasively, "Brother, be a bit more magnanimous. Why don’t we step back? After all, times have changed! A great man knows when to bend and stretch."
Which man could be so magnanimous? I wish I could just slaughter that wild man!
"Drive!" Mo Yinhe was furious.
The luxury motorcade roared away.
Ye Shen was completely stunned—his brother had actually just left? And he allowed his sister-in-law to spend New Year’s Eve with someone else?
Mo Yinhe, fuming with nowhere to vent his anger, thought of Old Mrs. Song, who had provoked Si Mingjing earlier that day. He couldn’t bring himself to get out of the car and deal with that wretched couple, so he decided to redirect his anger toward Old Mrs. Song.
My Mingjing is too precious; she needs to be pampered. But that old woman Song is different. Anyway, I have to vent this anger. If I can’t take it out on my Mingjing, I’ll have to find someone else.
A cold command was given, "Fengjue, to the police station!"
After a trip to the police station, which allowed him to vent some of his frustration, Mo Yinhe boarded his private jet and left Imperial Capital.
Sitting on the plane, he watched the whole city immersed in the festive spirit of New Year’s Eve, the dazzling lights like a reflection of the Milky Way on the ground, so lively.
Fengjue was seated behind him, hesitant to speak. As the plane crossed over Imperial Capital and flew into the vast night sky, Fengjue couldn’t help but speak up. "Your Excellency, you prepared the most beautiful New Year’s Eve for the Crown Princess Consort. Why not spend it with her before leaving? Women like romance."
Mo Yinhe leaned back in his seat, resting with his eyes closed, his voice tinged with frustration. "One man’s honey is another man’s poison. No matter how romantic my gifts, she would never like them!"
She always thinks I treat her as a substitute. She thinks I’ve insulted her pride. Even if I plucked the stars from the sky for her, she’d think they weren’t truly for her but for another woman!
Fengjue was speechless.
"No matter what I do, in her eyes, I’m just treating her as a substitute. Her self-esteem won’t accept any kind gesture from me. Fengjue, I feel defeated for the first time!" Mo Yinhe continued. "You should never fall in love in the future. Women are creatures you’ll want to strangle one minute, yet can’t bear to see wronged the next. In the end, it’s the men who suffer."
Fengjue touched his face. The Crown Princess Consort gave me Scar Removal Ointment, and I’ve been applying it daily. I’m brimming with confidence about finding a pretty girl. Your Excellency, please don’t curse me with your negativity!
「Meanwhile, at the New Year’s Eve party.」
Si Mingjing was incredibly happy! She never expected a New Year’s Eve party on Earth to be so lively. It was absolutely electric!
They were seated in the VIP section in the inner field. Xiaobai was sitting to her left, Ye Shen to her right, and Zhang Muguang was seated next to Ye Shen.
With Ye Shen between them, Zhang Muguang called out loudly to her, "Junior Sister, having fun?"
Si Mingjing nodded with a smile. "It’s fun, very lively."
Her smile shone brightly, the light and shadows flickering across her face, enchanting Zhang Muguang.
"Junior Sister, you look so beautiful when you smile."
Ye Shen cursed inwardly. This kid’s got guts, flirting with my sister-in-law right in front of me! Does he think I’m blind?
Still smiling, Si Mingjing held a hot cup of milk in her hand, saying, "The milk you bought is also delicious."
After taking another sip, Si Mingjing mused, My Senior Brother is also quite handsome, like a true gentleman. But just then, a voice seething with rage burst into her mind: "Stay the hell away from him!"
Si Mingjing choked violently, coughing incessantly. Is this... the Demon King’s voice?
Si Mingjing wondered if she was hallucinating. Am I hearing things?
Zhang Muguang saw her choking on the milk and quickly pulled out a tissue from his pocket, handing it to her to wipe her mouth. "Junior Sister, drink slower. Did you burn your mouth?"
"Thanks, COUGH, COUGH, thank you..." Before she could finish speaking, the Demon King’s voice, furious as ever, erupted in her head again: "I’m going to kill that guy!"
Warning bells went off in Si Mingjing’s mind.
This isn’t a hallucination? What the hell? Has the Demon King finally woken up?
Typically, Si Mingjing’s scalp would tingle. Ever since she was little, whenever a man showed even a hint of interest in her or got a little too close, the Demon King would leap out from within her mind, green with jealousy! She had grown accustomed to it, seeing it as nothing unusual.
But... damn it! When Mo Yinhe was all over me, why didn’t you show up and make a fuss then? Now that it’s someone else, you can’t stand it? I’ve never seen anyone so good at bullying the weak and fearing the strong! Or could it be... that the Demon King is Mo Yinhe?
Si Mingjing was greatly taken aback, her mind fixated on this, unable to let it go.
No matter how spectacular the performances that followed, she watched them absentmindedly.
Then it occurred to her that she hadn’t yet given Mo Yinhe his acupuncture treatment today. She was still very serious about her medical practice and took the initiative to send Mo Yinhe a text message to apologize.
"Mr. Mo, the party hasn’t ended yet, and it might be a bit late when I get back. Please wait for me."
The text message, once sent, vanished without a trace, meeting only silence.
Si Mingjing waited for nearly ten minutes but received no reply. She turned her head to ask Ye Shen, "Ye Shen, could you please tell your brother that the acupuncture treatment tonight might be quite late, and ask him to wait for me?"