"You can go online to check and see if I lied to you."
Si Mingjing really did go online to check. Unexpectedly, she indeed found something. There were photos on the internet. Comparing the photos, it was exactly the same as the necklace Mo Yinhe had given her.
This was her mother’s signature piece, something that had belonged to her mother. She finally possessed an item her mother had left behind, and her face beamed with joy.
"Thank you, I really like it. I owe you one and will pay it back someday."
"You talk too much." Mo Yinhe didn’t like her keeping track of favors. She should simply accept whatever he gave her as a matter of course.
Mo Yinhe was hungry, so he asked her, "What do you want for lunch?"
"A woman’s ’anything’ is the most troublesome. Since we’re undersea, how about seafood?"
Si Mingjing had no objections. Mo Yinhe then had someone prepare lunch, ordering two grand seafood meals.
Then he said, "Your estrus should be around these two days. Eat more seafood, it’s good for your body."
Si Mingjing’s expression darkened. How could this man know exactly when my estrus is?
"Don’t be annoyed; I’m not messing with you. You care about my body, so it’s only fair I care about yours. Don’t scowl at me like that."
Her body—of course, he knew it like the back of his hand. He had raised her for nine years! He understood her body better than she did herself.
The place they were currently at was a military base of the Atlantis Empire. Within the territory of Atlantis, it was a remote area, lacking bustling undersea cities or significant scenery—just a garrison of rough soldiers.
Mo Yinhe had a small military vessel prepared to take her to the sea surface for seafood.
Today, the sea was calm, with flocks of seagulls. Dazzling sunlight filtered through the clouds, glittering on the water’s surface. Si Mingjing stood on the deck of the military vessel, leaning on the railing and facing the sea breeze, feeling carefree and relaxed.
Mo Yinhe had King Crab prepared. They dined on the deck. The chef brought out a King Crab that was at least half a meter wide.
"Mingjing, come and eat."
Si Mingjing tidied her hair, which had been tousled by the sea breeze, walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
The translucent crab roe instantly whetted the appetite, making one’s mouth water. Dipped in the special sauce, a single bite was delicious.
"The taste is really nice. I’m in for a treat today."
Afterward, she tried the crab meat. The plump, luscious crab meat had a delicate texture. It carried no hint of any fishy, oceanic smell, and its fresh, sweet flavor made one want to suck their fingers in delight.
Mo Yinhe asked her, "So, which is better: today’s seafood or yesterday’s hot pot on Millow Street?"
Si Mingjing was sucking on a crab leg when she suddenly stopped, unable to continue. Her teeth felt on edge. This man really is...
"Mr. Mo, you’re so tiresome."
Mo Yinhe was indeed being that tiresome, insisting on an answer. When a man gets petty, his mind can be as small as the eye of a needle. "Answer me: is the King Crab delicious, or was the hot pot from Millow Street better?"
"Both are delicious; they each have their own merits."
Mo Yinhe was not satisfied with this answer. He scooped her into his arms, making her sit on his lap.
Si Mingjing wanted to push him away, but then a thought struck her, and she stilled. I want to see if—faced with this situation—the Demon King will throw a fit in his mind.
The sea breeze brushed her long hair, and he could smell the subtle, faint scent of hormones emanating from Si Mingjing; her estrus was indeed approaching. The scent wasn’t strong yet, but he liked it very much. He inhaled deeply, the air crisp, and leaned close to her face. "Say it again, which one is tastier?"
His stance suggested he would kiss her if she didn’t give him a satisfactory answer.
Si Mingjing dodged in panic, saying angrily, "Mo Yinhe, be serious! We’re in public!"
They were not the only two on the deck. Not far from them, several uniformed guards stood, their expressions impassive as they gazed out to sea.
"They are all my men. Without my command, who would dare to glance this way? Do they no longer want their eyeballs?"
Indeed, the guards had pricked up their ears, eager for gossip. But as soon as they heard his words, they all turned around to face away from them, terrified of accidentally catching a glimpse.
Si Mingjing composed herself and conceded, "The King Crab is delicious. Happy now?"
Her perfunctory tone did not please Mo Yinhe. He gently pinched her chin, relentless. "I want to hear your honest opinion."
Damn man, you don’t actually want to hear the truth!
Seeing his lips about to touch hers, Si Mingjing hurriedly said, "Of course, the King Crab is tastier!"
"Honestly?" Mo Yinhe looked at her seriously, his eyes filled with threat.
Si Mingjing nodded. "As honest as can be."
She inwardly cursed, Si Mingjing, you’re so spineless! Letting yourself be threatened by such crude tactics from a man.
Yet her heart was pounding. A wave of heat rushed to her cheeks, and her face inadvertently turned red.
She knew she couldn’t just wait for the Demon King to reveal himself.
Resolutely, she pushed Mo Yinhe away and returned to her seat, lamenting inwardly, Damn it! He really must be the Demon King!
But she remained unconvinced. Marching over to a guard who was facing the sea, she suddenly hugged him. Startled, the guard broke out in a cold sweat and quickly dodged.
Heavens, is this Miss Si a demon? Hugging me right in front of His Lordship ... wouldn’t His Lordship obliterate me? The timid guard felt like death was imminent.
And in Si Mingjing’s mind, the Demon King’s voice echoed again: "Woman, you’re courting death!"
Si Mingjing gritted her teeth. Mo Yinhe hugs me, and you don’t make a peep! But when it’s someone else, you react so strongly? What are you trying to say? Are you trying to force me to admit that Mo Yinhe is you?
Still not giving up, Si Mingjing went to hug another guard, scaring him so much his legs went weak.
And in Mingjing’s mind, the Demon King’s voice sounded again: "I’ve truly spoiled you too much!"
Si Mingjing then went to hug a third guard. The guard fled in panic, his survival instincts kicking in. "My Lord, My Lord, you saw that! It really wasn’t my fault!"
Mo Yinhe was also rendered speechless by Si Mingjing’s actions. Did she get drunk from that little bit of wine? Or has her estrus arrived, making her this desperate to hug men?
Mo Yinhe waved his hand. "All of you, stand down!"
Si Mingjing, with no one left to hug, returned to her seat dejectedly. She had to accept the reality of the situation.
Mo Yinhe poured her a glass of red wine. Si Mingjing took it and, tilting her head back, finished it in one gulp.
Mo Yinhe raised his glass to clink with hers, but...
"Mingjing, what on earth has gotten into you?"
Si Mingjing remained silent. She grabbed the wine bottle from the table and poured herself glass after glass. After finishing the entire bottle, she asked him, "Is there more?"
"None left!" Even if there were, he wouldn’t let her waste it.
Si Mingjing looked disappointed. Having eaten and drunk her fill, she went back to the railing. Leaning on it with both hands, her upper body tilted forward, she continued to leisurely enjoy the sea breeze, muttering to herself, "Mo Yinhe... why does it have to be you?"