Ye Nianbai, the little fellow, cocked his head and listened with great interest, showing not a hint of sleepiness but rather an air of excitement.
"Jingjing, I know, I am the Little Prince of the Atlantis Empire, and also the legitimate eldest grandson! In the future, Jingjing, you will be the woman exclusively cherished by the legitimate eldest grandson!"
"Jingjing, once I’m on winter break, I’ll take you to the Atlantis Undersea World. It’s super fun! My grandparents are there right now, and you haven’t met them yet. They’ll definitely like you. Whatever I like, they like too."
Si Mingjing had never been to the Undersea World and didn’t know what it was like. It was said that their technology was highly advanced.
To date, no country on land had developed a submarine that could dive twenty thousand meters undersea. But in the Atlantis Undersea Empire, every household had a submarine. There were so many that they were like cars on land, freely navigating more than twenty thousand meters below the sea’s surface.
They built cities undersea and generated power using the temperature difference in seawater. The prosperity of these cities was no less than that of those on land.
She was a dragon; she could definitely dive freely undersea, saving the need for a submarine. Given the opportunity, she was very eager to broaden her horizons.
Outside the room, Ye Shen sensed that his brother’s mood was off tonight.
For the sake of his own life, Ye Shen decisively fled.
"Big Brother, good night, good night! I’m going to get my beauty sleep. Sweet dreams!"
Mo Yinhe, with a gloomy expression, pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing he could kick open the door to the children’s room.
His long, straight legs made a few feints towards the door.
In the end, he withdrew them.
His tall figure stood alone in the long corridor, appearing like a pitiful creature abandoned by his son and daughter-in-law.
The villa’s corridor was decorated with several oil paintings chosen by his sister, Ye Siyuan. Each was a masterpiece by a famous artist, acquired at great expense and worth a fortune. However, Mo Yinhe didn’t understand what the paintings depicted. As his cold gaze swept over them, he felt as if the figures in the paintings were mocking him, as if all his intricate schemes had amounted to nothing.
Mo Yinhe felt an impulse to destroy the art.
He wore slightly worn slippers, stepping on the thick cashmere carpet. It felt very soft and silenced his footsteps.
No wonder the little one had sneaked out of his bedroom without him noticing a thing. Mo Yinhe decided then and there to have someone replace the soft cashmere carpet the next day with something that would make a sound at the slightest movement.
「The next morning, bright and early.」
When Si Mingjing led Ye Nianbai downstairs, Mo Yinhe was already seated at the head of the table in the dining room, eating elegantly.
He had a noble and exceptionally graceful bearing.
Mo Yinhe was strikingly handsome, with fine features, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and legs that seemed to stretch endlessly. He was a natural-born heartthrob.
At first glance, Si Mingjing felt it was a significant loss to the entertainment industry that this man hadn’t become a celebrity. Then she wondered, if he were to enter the entertainment world, how could other male celebrities possibly survive? The thought made her realize that his absence, his not wreaking havoc in the entertainment industry, might actually be a blessing for it.
"Miss Si, good morning," Ye Shen, who was also dining in the room, greeted her.
Si Mingjing pulled out a chair and sat down. "Morning."
Ignoring the intense gaze coming from the head of the table, Si Mingjing quietly began her meal.
After a few bites, she suddenly heard Ye Shen ask, "Miss Si, I remember you said that after my brother has taken three doses of medicine, he won’t need any more. Future treatments will only require acupuncture. When will you start the acupuncture for my brother, and does it need to be done every day?"
"Mhm," Si Mingjing replied, then slightly furrowed her brows.
If it weren’t for being forcibly taken away by Mo Yinhe last night, Si Mingjing wouldn’t have this mental burden. Now... damn it, didn’t that mean she would have to face him every day?