The man, who had been radiating fury, suddenly reined in his anger. His thoughts took a sharp turn, and a bitter smile touched his lips, "Mingjing, I’ve made a fool of myself."
"How did things between you and Xiaobai’s mother become ?"
She had thought their love was undying. Little did she expect it to be such a mess.
Mo Yinhe sank into the chair beside her, covering his face with his hands as he feigned agony, "I’ve always refused to face reality, and in the end, reality has dealt me a harsh blow."
Seeing his pained appearance, Si Mingjing wasn’t sure what to do, so she sat quietly beside him, watching the sunset.
After a moment of thought, she said, "These matters of the heart can’t be forced. She probably doesn’t love you anymore. You should try to come to terms with it."
Mo Yinhe lifted his head, appearing to struggle with his emotions, "I know. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be thinking about starting anew, building a new family."
Si Mingjing’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to Mo Yinhe continue, "I truly want to start a new life with you. I understand the pride in your heart. You’re afraid I’ll never forget Xiaobai’s mother. But you’ve seen for yourself how things have turned out between her and me. Do you think I can still hold her in the highest place in my heart?"
Si Mingjing pursed her lips slightly and said nothing. With things torn to this extent, the feelings for Xiaobai’s mother could never be rekindled.
Mo Yinhe was afraid of overacting. What if Mingjing regained her memory later and used his words today against him? The washboard would certainly be inevitable then. Driven by a strong will to survive, Mo Yinhe reined himself in and said, "I’m going to cool off a bit. You should also think it over. I do want to start a new romance."
He left, deliberately presenting Si Mingjing with a heart-wrenching view of his departing back. Once back in the cabin, the forlorn, seemingly abandoned man transformed into a bloodthirsty Demon King.
A chilling wind seemed to howl forth from his powerful aura.
Mo Yinhe’s expression turned utterly grim. Someone dared to impersonate his treasure!
They must be tired of living!
Mo Yinhe made a video call to his son.
Little Ye Nianbai was in the bath. Having played in the mud all afternoon, he needed to get clean before dinner.
The slippery little fellow sloshed about in the bathtub, his tiny hands playing with bubbles. He even smeared them on his two bright, sparkling little Dragon Horns, rubbing them to make them even shinier.
The one bathing him was Ye Siyuan.
"Brother, I’m giving Xiaobai a bath."
"Mm. After he’s done, help him pack his things. I’ll have someone pick him up for the plane later."
Ye Siyuan asked, puzzled, "Brother, where are you taking Xiaobai?"
"I’m sending him to our parents’."
Mo Yinhe said to his son, "Xiaobai, there’s a woman now impersonating your mother, trying to take you away. If you see her, no matter what she says, don’t believe a single word. Do you understand?"
"Brother, what are you talking about? Someone is impersonating my sister-in-law? Who dares to be so bold?" Ye Siyuan asked.
"I don’t know for now. It must be that Mu Continent is after Xiaobai again."
Or possibly, they had heard some news, knowing that his treasure had returned. So they created a fake, wanting the real treasure to appear and expose the deception.
Mo Yinhe said to his son, "Do you understand? To be my son, you absolutely cannot be a fool who gets easily deceived. Women don’t admire men without intelligence."
Ye Nianbai lifted his exquisitely sculpted little steamed bun face.
"Of course not. Your Jingjing is so smart. How could she possibly like an idiot?"
"Daddy, Young Master understands."
Mo Yinhe still wasn’t reassured, "Daddy is asking you: if a woman who looks like your mother appears before you and asks you to go with her, what will you do?"
Ye Nianbai had seen his own mother before. Of course, it was in a photo. Ye Nianbai knew what his mother looked like. If a woman who looks just like Mom appears before me, what should I do? the little fellow wondered.
He’d already figured out a countermeasure in his clever little head.
"Daddy, Young Master knows what to do! I’ll just say, ’This Young Master has a wife and has forgotten his mom. From now on, this Young Master belongs to his wife, and other than his wife, this Young Master won’t go with anyone else!’"