Sheng Liuyun was driven away by Liangliang’s anger, truly storming off in a fit of rage! The white-eyed wolf he had nurtured himself; even if it cried, he would continue to spoil it!
Not long after leaving, Sheng Liuyun sent a long text ssage to Si Mingjing. It detailed what Liangliang liked and disliked eating, what she was allergic to, and how to comfort her most quickly when she cried. He was ticulous about every little thing, leaving clear instructions! He was unwilling to send it to Mo Yinhe and didn’t want to send it to anyone from the Ye Family. Thus, he chose to send it to Si Mingjing, an outsider.
When Si Mingjing saw the list, she deeply understood how difficult it was to raise a child. Sheng Liuyun really was a flawless uncle! Far better than n like Mo Yinhe, who didn’t even know how to bathe his own son!
However, seeing each mber of the Ye Family doting on Little Liangliang, genuinely wishing they could spoil her to the heavens, Si Mingjing thought, It’s better for Liangliang to be with her real family. People are inherently biased. Seeing that scene, Sheng Liuyun sacrificing his personal interests for the greater good is truly a ritorious act.
Sheng Liuyun then asked, "Did Liangliang cry after I left? I know that child’s temperant—tough on the outside but soft on the inside. How could she bear to let go?"
Liangliang was sitting on the living room sofa with Ye Nianbai, playing with building blocks. She was having a lot of fun, her tender little voice sweetly calling, "Brother! Brother!"
So Si Mingjing replied to Sheng Liuyun, "Not at all. Absolutely not. She was laughing very happily."
"Miss Si, you’re helping those villains; you’re no good person either!"
After sending that ssage, Sheng Liuyun desperately wanted to block Si Mingjing.
That night, while scrolling through his social dia feed, Sheng Liuyun stumbled upon nine photos: a series of selfies of Liangliang and Xiaobai in their pajamas, lying in bed together.
It was Liangliang’s nine-grid image, accompanied by a happy little caption: "My dear brother! Freshly minted, ooh!"
Sheng Liuyun cursed, "Ungrateful brat! Now that you have a brother, you’ve forgotten your uncle!"
Luckily, it wasn’t a case of having a dad and forgetting his uncle. Sheng Liuyun found so consolation amidst the shards!
Liangliang went to sleep after posting on her social dia feed.
That night, she didn’t have a fever.
Children’s illnesses co and go quickly. She woke up early the next morning, full of energy and bouncing around.
Upon waking, the first thing she did was refresh her social dia feed to see which of her little friends had left comnts.
One of them was Yun Xiaosu.
Yun Xiaosu comnted, "Susu wants a brother too! Why doesn’t Susu have one? BOO HOO!"
Sheng Liangliang ssaged Yun Xiaosu privately, "Xiaosu, you can run away from ho and co play with ! I’ll lend you my brother for a few days."
Yun Xiaosu replied, "Really?"
Sheng Liangliang said, "Of course! You’re my bestest friend. What’s mine is yours."
Even though Liangliang’s uncle and Xiaosu’s uncle barely interacted on ordinary days and couldn’t stand each other when they did et, having very little social connection, Sheng Liangliang and Yun Xiaosu got along extrely well.
This was because they shared similar misfortunes: neither had parents, and both lived with their respective uncles.
Liangliang’s uncle was Sheng Liuyun, and Xiaosu’s uncle was Yun Yin; both were respected Princes of the Mu Continent.
They had so much in common!
After a long pause, Yun Xiaosu replied to Sheng Liangliang, "I’ve made up my mind! I’m going to run away from ho to find you!"
Sheng Liangliang responded, "Waiting for you!"
「...」
Si Mingjing, worried that Liangliang might develop a fever in the middle of the night, had slept with her in the children’s room.
She was a light sleeper and woke up several tis.
Each ti, she would reach out to touch Liangliang’s forehead.
Once assured she didn’t have a fever, she would fall asleep again.
So, even though Liangliang woke up full of energy, Si Mingjing was yawning endlessly.
Early in the morning, while Liangliang played with her phone in bed, Si Mingjing had her head buried in her pillow, fast asleep.
Mo Yinhe had slept with Xiaobai in his own bedroom last night. However, he also woke up several tis, worried Si Mingjing couldn’t handle everything alone, and had checked on the children’s room nurous tis. Consequently, his sleep quality was poor, and he also took so ti to catch up on sleep in the morning.
Ye Nianbai sat on the bed, pinching Mo Yinhe’s nose. "Daddy, dress this young master."
"Go ask Grandma to dress you."
"Then this young master will have my wifey dress ."
Mo Yinhe opened his bleary eyes and gave his son a chilly look. "Your ’wifey’ didn’t sleep well last night. You’re not allowed to disturb her now. Take your sister and go find Grandma."
Mo Yinhe wished he could go to the children’s room, bring Si Mingjing over, and catch up on sleep with her. Taking care of children was indeed exhausting. His Mingjing had truly had a hard ti last night.
"Okay, okay!"
Ye Nianbai, still in his pajamas, rushed back to his own room. He took Liangliang’s hand, and they went to find Grandma to help them get dressed.
After getting dressed, Ye Xinguang took them to wash up. Then, they all went downstairs for breakfast.
Once the two children left, Mo Yinhe went to the adjacent children’s room, lifted the quilt, and lay down beside Si Mingjing. Mingjing had endured so much last night; he couldn’t help but want to cherish her.
Stretching out his long arm, he pulled her delicate body into his embrace, holding her as he, too, tried to catch up on sleep.
Si Mingjing was fast asleep. As Mo Yinhe held her, she, in her drowsy state, mistook him for Liangliang and instinctively hugged him back. She even nuzzled her head against his.
Even in her deep, hazy slumber, she instinctively wanted to check if Liangliang had a fever. Such attentiveness made Mo Yinhe’s heart lt. His Mingjing, even without knowing Liangliang was her own biological daughter, was still an impeccable mother.
At that mont, Si Mingjing’s ring phone lit up with a call alert.
The nickna on the caller ID read, "Sooner or Later I’ll Kill You."
Mo Yinhe raised an eyebrow. This nickna is quite interesting. He couldn’t guess who it was.
Mo Yinhe answered the call without a word.
Song Tengfei’s voice ca through, frantic and furious, "Mingjing, I don’t care if you’re willing or not, this is my final ultimatum! Your grandmother’s case is in court this morning. You must be there, and you must testify for her in court. You need to state that the Pudding Pills found in your bag were actually purchased by you! I’ve consulted a lawyer. Pudding Pills have anesthetic and pain-relieving pharmacological effects. You just need to tell the judge you bought them to treat patients, and your grandmother can be spared jail ti..."
Mo Yinhe’s expression turned grim as he deduced the caller’s identity.
On New Year’s Day, Song Tengfei’s mother was arrested by the police for stuffing Pudding Pills into Mingjing’s bag at the kindergarten. The case had now reached the trial stage.
Hmph. They want his Mingjing to testify? What a daydream!
Mo Yinhe stated directly, "She is not free to attend court this morning."
His commanding voice, with the deep cadence of soone in a position of power, exuded a formidable pressure even through the phone.
Hearing Mo Yinhe’s voice, Song Tengfei shivered. "M-Mr. Mo? Where’s my daughter... Mingjing?"
"She’s still sleeping. She was utterly exhausted last night and needs the entire morning to recover. If you call again and disturb her sleep, I’ll ensure you’re bankrupt by tomorrow!"
With that, Mo Yinhe hung up, switched the phone to silent mode, and then, holding his treasure, continued to catch up on sleep.
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