At that mont, Ye Xinguang ca down from upstairs and happened to hear Ye Shen’s words. With an "AH!" her hands trembled so much that the vase she was carrying slipped from her grasp and CRASHED to the floor. But Ye Xinguang couldn’t care less about the antique vase worth millions; her voice trembled as she asked, "Asheng, is it really true?"
"My sister-in-law called herself. Haven’t they arrived ho yet?" Ye Shen asked.
"Not yet," Ye Xinguang replied, then exclaid, "AH! Hurry, go and share this great news with your grandparents and maternal grandparents!"
Ye Baixiu and Bai Peiluan, along with Song Chuanqi and Bai Lanwu, the four elders, now lived with Ye Shen in the palace’s North Garden. In their later years, they had companionship and spent their days painting, fishing, playing chess, exploring gourt food, and enjoying the bliss of family harmony.
Ye Baixiu had a talent for calligraphy and would call Xiaobai, Liangliang, and Susu to his room every day to practice brush writing for an hour.
At this ti, the three little darlings, who had just returned from school, had been summoned by Old Master Ye and were practicing their brush writing.
Ye Shen burst in, full of excitent, "Grandpa, Grandma, Maternal Grandfather, Maternal Grandmother, you have another great-grandson! Surprise! Isn’t this unexpected?"
Old Master Ye put down his brush. "What nonsense are you spouting, child?"
Ye Shen said excitedly, "It’s true! It’s Little Pangza, the one who ca to our house for treatnt. He’s also a Little Dragon cub, and he’s my brother’s biological son. The DNA test confird it!"
"AH, Asheng, don’t tease us!" Old Mada Ye said, walking out of the kitchen.
"Grandma, why would I tease you? It’s absolutely true! Hurry, let’s go to the parking lot to welco Little Pangza!"
As he spoke, Ye Shen went over to Ye Nianbai, picked him up, and lifted him high. "Xiaobai, you have a little brother!"
Ye Nianbai: "????"
I have a little brother? But Little Pangza never wanted to be my little brother; Little Pangza always wanted to be my big brother! Emma, my status is at risk! No way, I have to be the big brother!
After being put down by Ye Shen, Ye Nianbai imdiately grabbed Sheng Liangliang and Yun Xiaosu’s hands, one in each. "Liangliang, Susu, it’s enough for you to have one big brother. Little Pangza can only be the little brother, understand?"
Yun Xiaosu blinked her big, beautiful eyes. "But this princess doesn’t want a little brother; this princess only wants big brothers."
Sheng Liangliang also said, "This princess doesn’t want a little brother either; this princess wants two big brothers!"
"Then I’ll be the eldest brother, and you must call Little Pangza second brother. From now on, I’ll use all my pocket money to buy you candy."
The two little princesses were imdiately tempted!
Mo Yinhe and Si Mingjing rushed ho. As their car pulled into the parking lot, they saw a line of people craning their necks, eagerly awaiting sothing.
Si Mingjing smiled. "I bet that blabbermouth Ye Shen has already told everyone."
And indeed, as soon as the car stopped, Old Mada Ye strode forward. Seeing Little Pangza climb out of the car, she asked Mo Yinhe, "Yinhe, is it true? Is it really true?"
Mo Yinhe nodded, picked up Little Pangza, and said, "Call her Great-grandma."
For the chance to pilot a spaceship, Little Pangza abandoned all scruples and called out crisply, "Great-grandma!"
Upon hearing this, Old Mada Ye burst into tears on the spot.
"What incredible fortune this is! What incredible fortune!"
Afterward, the whole family gathered around Little Pangza.
Ye Junqing asked his son, "What exactly happened? Why were the children abandoned? In just a few months, we’ve discovered three."
Mo Yinhe conjectured, "Sheng Liuyun and Yun Yin have always been at odds with . If it hadn’t been for them... I wouldn’t have been gravely injured and hanging by a thread. It’s likely that when Baobao was giving birth, they took advantage of her unpreparedness, ambushed her, and intentionally snatched away my flesh and blood—a group of shaless scoundrels!"
And they still dare to call themselves my children’s uncles! The Bai Family only has two daughters, Bai Jiusi and Bai Qingshui, and no sons. Where did I get so many brothers-in-law?
Mo Yinhe scoffed.
Watching the whole family fuss over the child, Mo Yinhe quietly took Si Mingjing back to the East Garden.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Si Mingjing hadn’t even had dinner before Mo Yinhe pulled her back to the bedroom, eager to love her fiercely.
They began kissing passionately in the hallway, their embrace continuing all the way to the bedroom. Mo Yinhe lifted Si Mingjing onto the bed and was about to unfasten her clothes when she pressed his hand down, stifling a laugh as she said, "My period started."
"Huh?" Mo Yinhe held her hand, incredulous, then pressed her down and cursed in a low voice, "I’ve already taken off my pants, and you’re telling *now*?"
Si Mingjing had done it on purpose. She wriggled out of his embrace and buried her face in the pillow, her shoulders shaking with muffled laughter.
Mo Yinhe gave her perky bottom a light slap. "You little minx!"
Si Mingjing laughed for a while before looking up. "My stomach was hurting all afternoon."
Mo Yinhe imdiately reined in his temper. Cradling her in his arms, he pressed his warm palm gently against her lower abdon. "Why didn’t you say so earlier? Does it still hurt?"
Si Mingjing shook her head.
Mo Yinhe was all fired up, but now he held her, unable to act on his desires. He kissed her hand for a long mont before pulling her up from the bed.
"Where are we going?"
"Anywhere but here. Mingjing, you’re deliberately torturing . I’m a normal man."
He pulled her out to the terrace, leading her to the piano. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gently guided her to sit at the instrunt, then sat down beside her. His slender fingers tested the keys. He kissed her cheek and asked, "Want to play the piano?"
"I don’t know how to play this," she replied.
Although she possessed many skills, playing the piano was genuinely not one of them. There were no pianos on Prison Star.
Mo Yinhe was in a good mood and high spirits; he also wanted to divert his attention—otherwise, he truly wanted to devour her. "I’ll teach you."
She used to know how. She played very well. He had taught her back then too.
Mo Yinhe wanted to relive those wonderful days of their youth, their childhood sweetheart days. Now, with a new son, his heart swelled with warmth and a deep desire to cherish her.
"Okay, teach . It never hurts to learn another skill," she agreed.
Mo Yinhe played the piano beautifully. The last ti, in the mausoleum, Si Mingjing had been fortunate enough to feast her ears on his playing.
He taught her a simple piece: ’Für Elise.’
He had assud that, lacking a foundation, she would struggle to learn. To his surprise, after teaching her for only a short while, he found she learned very quickly.
He only had to show her three tis, and she was already playing it proficiently!
"Am I a genius? I can play it!" Si Mingjing boasted, tilting her head to gaze at his handso profile, a wide grin on her face.
Mo Yinhe adored her little display of pride. He played a duet with her and then, as if a lightbulb went on, he said, "Mingjing, everything you’ve learned is still there, in your subconscious mory; nothing was ever truly lost. You can pilot a spaceship, and you can play the piano. These are all things I taught my Baobao before. Think about it carefully."
"Perhaps. Who knows?" she mused.
Music, after all, has a way of uplifting the spirit.
In that mont, Si Mingjing’s fingers danced joyfully across the black and white keys. She laughed heartily. "Maybe I am your Baobao."
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