Si Mingjing felt extrely distressed and said to her child, "Once Liangliang is better, Mommy will teach Liangliang personally. In the future, Liangliang will be even more aweso than Mommy."
Little Liangliang said weakly, "Mommy, this princess misses Uncle."
After all, Little Liangliang was raised by Sheng Liuyun. Whenever she was sick in the past, it was Sheng Liuyun who held her. Usually, she might have held back, but now that she was ill, she couldn’t stop herself; she wanted Uncle to sing for her.
"Mommy will call Uncle and have him keep Liangliang company, okay?"
Little Liangliang vigorously nodded. Despite her tender age, she started worrying about Sheng Liuyun. "Uncle hasn’t found a little aunt for this princess yet. If Uncle never gets married, he will be so pitiful, with only Liangliang for company~~"
Si Mingjing said, "...Yes, Uncle is a pitiful single dog."
Si Mingjing then called Sheng Liuyun.
Because of the ti difference, Sheng Liuyun was currently dining with so friends. Seeing the incoming call from Si Mingjing, he was surprised and pleased, and imdiately answered the video call.
Once the call connected, Si Mingjing and Little Liangliang’s faces appeared on the virtual holographic screen, and Sheng Liuyun was ecstatic. However, his joy lasted a re three seconds. He then spotted the fever-reducing patch on Little Liangliang’s forehead. His breath caught, and he asked urgently, "My precious little darling, what’s wrong? Do you have a fever?"
"Uncle~~"
Little Liangliang burst into tears again and asked while crying, "Uncle, have you found a little aunt yet?"
"Don’t cry, don’t cry, my little darling. My heart is breaking."
Sheng Liuyun knew Yecheng had recently experienced a viral outbreak, which had even forced the Prince Regent, Si Lisao, to postpone his engagent banquet. Now that Little Liangliang was running a fever, Sheng Liuyun couldn’t help but overthink things. He turned and scolded Mo Yinhe, who stood nearby, "Mo Yinhe, you bastard! What kind of care have you provided for my little darling?"
Mo Yinhe stood silently to the side, his hands behind his back.
While crying, Little Liangliang asked again, "Uncle, don’t change the subject. Haven’t you found a little aunt yet? If you don’t find soone soon, you’ll end up as an unwanted leftover man. What will you do then, Uncle?"
Those words cut deep!
Sheng Liuyun replied, "I will find one imdiately, imdiately. Don’t worry about Uncle’s affairs. My poor little darling, you’ve fallen ill without Uncle by your side."
"Uncle, this princess wants to hear you sing~~"
"Uncle will sing for you."
Sheng Liuyun stood up from his seat and waved goodbye to his friends at the table.
He picked up his coat and submarine keys, striding out of the restaurant, singing as he walked, completely unconcerned with the varied glances of passersby.
Later, he found his submarine, sat in the cockpit, and set off for the Undersea Dock. Upon reaching the Undersea Dock, he stood in the ticket office, asking if there was a flight to the Atlantis Imperial Capital anyti soon. His niece was sick; he had to go see Liangliang.
「By that ti, the nucleic acid test results had co out.」
The family doctor approached with the report in hand, respectfully handed it over to Mo Yinhe, and said, "Your Excellency, the results are in, all negative. It should be just a common cold, probably caught in the afternoon or evening."
The family doctor perford nucleic acid tests on each child.
Mo Yinhe glanced at the report, breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head at Si Mingjing, saying, "It’s nothing, just a common cold."
Si Mingjing’s heart, which felt like it was suspended in mid-air, finally settled down.
Mo Yinhe signaled the family doctor to leave. Then he removed his protective suit and took the child from Mingjing’s arms, indicating she should do the sa.
Ye Siyuan stood nearby, hands clasped, silently thanking heaven and earth that it wasn’t serious.
Si Mingjing took off her protective suit and said to Ye Siyuan, "Siyuan, go get so sleep. I’ll stay here."
"Then I’m going to bed. Liangliang, Auntie will co to see you tomorrow."
Little Liangliang stretched out her little hand, listlessly making a bye-bye gesture.
Later, Mo Yinhe and Si Mingjing carried the child back to their own bedroom and let Liangliang sleep between them.
Around two in the morning, the child’s fever subsided, but by five o’clock, it had risen again. Ordinary parents would have been frantic, but Si Mingjing, being a doctor herself, remained quite calm. She refrained from giving her child fever dication, insisting on physical cooling thods.
Mo Yinhe also hadn’t slept all night. As he watched Mingjing care for their daughter with such calm tenderness, he felt truly blessed and astute in his choice of a partner.
The next morning, Ye Xinguang rushed over as soon as she learned that her granddaughter was sick, her heart aching with worry.
Mo Yinhe said, "It’s fine, just a common fever. I asked, and the kindergarten teacher said she didn’t cover herself with a blanket during her nap at school yesterday. She must have caught a chill then..."
Mo Yinhe hadn’t finished speaking when Ye Xinguang cut him off. "Of course *you’re* fine. It’s not *you* who’s sick and suffering. It’s my precious granddaughter, isn’t it?"
Mo Yinhe touched his nose. Is Mom going through nopause? he wondered. Why has she been picking on so much lately? The thing is, Mom isn’t even old. Though biologically forty-six, she looks like she’s in her thirties. Besides, rmaids have long lifespans—they can live up to two hundred years. At forty-six, she’s still in the pri of her youth and beauty. So why is she always snapping at ? He felt quite glum.
In his mother’s presence, he couldn’t lose his temper, so he just said, "I didn’t get much sleep last night. Mingjing is with Liangliang now; they’re both sleeping."
Ye Xinguang went into the room to look. Indeed, mother and daughter were both asleep.
Ye Xinguang then stepped out and said, "I’m going to cook so porridge for Liangliang."
Mo Yinhe accompanied his mother out, saying, "Mom, please don’t cook. Your food... well, it isn’t very tasty."
Coming from her own son, it was a heart-stinging remark.
In this regard, Si Mingjing and Ye Xinguang were alike: neither possessed any culinary talent.
Ye Xinguang glared at Mo Yinhe. "Then can’t I just have the chef cook it?"
"Fine, but please don’t cook yourself. Liangliang is already sick as it is."
Ye Xinguang was furious. She returned to her room and started venting to Ye Junqing, complaining about their son.
On the matter of cooking, Ye Junqing sided with his son and offered no comnt.
A child’s illness can be like unwinding silk—gradual in onset—but their recovery is often swift. After her fever subsided in the afternoon, Liangliang’s spirits lifted. She was soon full of energy again, jumping and bouncing around as she sat in the living room playing with her little toys.
Ye Siyuan ca over to see her niece and sat in the living room, playing with Little Liangliang.
「At that mont, Sheng Liuyun hurried over.」
Seeing the handso, suave man with a ponytail, Little Liangliang imdiately scrambled up from the carpet and dashed towards him. "Uncle~~"
"My precious little darling, let Uncle see. Are you feeling better?"
Little Liangliang grabbed Sheng Liuyun’s hand and placed it on her own tiny head. Looking utterly adorable, she said, "Mommy said this princess’s fever is gone! It was just a cold, nothing serious. Why did Uncle co?"
"Do you miss Uncle?"
"I do," Little Liangliang said in her sweet, childish voice. "I want to find a little aunt for Uncle, so Uncle won’t be lonely~"
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