A conference attendee asked with concern, "Your Excellency, do you have a cold?"
Mo Yinhe rubbed his nose and answered seriously, "It must be because my wife misses . Continue, go on."
The main topic of this eting concerned Gendaya Country’s selection of a new Crown Prince, aning the future policies between Atlantis and Gendaya would inevitably require corresponding adjustnts.
Qu Liushang was even more troubleso to deal with than Qu Gaoyang. Qu Gaoyang was arrogant and conceited, while Qu Liushang possessed an extrely restrained temperant.
He liked Mingjing and had endured all this ti without making a real move, nor had he truly given up.
He was the type to ensure victory if he decided to act, and his governing philosophy reflected this.
Therefore, future confrontations between Atlantis and Gendaya Country would also necessitate corresponding policy adjustnts, and Mo Yinhe wanted to hear the attendees’ thoughts.
Half an hour later, the eting concluded, and Mo Yinhe returned to his office.
Just as he reached the office door, Fengjue approached to report, "Your Excellency, the Crown Princess Consort is here. She brought you a late-night snack."
Mo Yinhe’s handso brows rose. So virtuous?
Mo Yinhe couldn’t hide the upward curve of his lips and rubbed his nose again. No wonder I sneezed twice earlier; could it really be that my baby is thinking of ?
Instantly invigorated, Mo Yinhe strode cheerfully into his office with long, confident steps.
Looking up, he saw the woman sitting in his chair, leisurely flipping through a book. Soft light cascaded over her face, enveloping her in a warm glow that srized Mo Yinhe’s deep eyes.
Mo Yinhe took off his coat, hung it on the rack, and walked over to her. He bent down, pressed a light kiss to her forehead, then pulled her up. After sitting down himself, he settled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. "Why aren’t you getting your beauty sleep this late at night?"
"I brought you a late-night snack." Si Mingjing pointed to the takeout box on the table.
"No wonder I slled barbecue."
Mo Yinhe opened the takeout box, picked up a piece of grilled squid, and held it to her lips.
Si Mingjing placed the book on the table, bit off a piece of the squid, but instead of chewing it, she cupped his face in her hands and fed the piece from her mouth to his.
Mo Yinhe, pleasantly surprised, took the squid from her mouth and chewed it.
Si Mingjing asked him sweetly, "How does it taste? It’s from that stall we visited at the night market last ti."
"Everything you buy is delicious. But why are you being so attentive tonight?" Being so attentive for no reason? You’re usually up to no good or have a hidden motive.
Mo Yinhe narrowed his eyes and asked her, "Baby, have you done sothing wrong?"
"No, I just wanted to dote on you," she blinked, uncharacteristically playful.
Mo Yinhe didn’t believe her for a second and pressed, "Or is there sothing you want?"
Si Mingjing desperately wanted to roll her eyes but restrained herself, instead saying with particular gentleness, "I’m just showing my husband so affection. You don’t like it?"
Mo Yinhe laughed heartily, holding her close, unwilling to let go.
"How could I not like it? I was just asking. Keep feeding ." His wife was pampering him out of the blue; he’d have to be crazy not to appreciate it.
Mo Yinhe reveled in it, especially this way of being fed.
Only after Mo Yinhe was fully satisfied did Si Mingjing feel confident enough to speak. "I didn’t intentionally forget your birthday, please don’t be angry anymore."
Mo Yinhe was speechless.
Then, he was utterly bewildered.
Mo Yinhe couldn’t help but laugh out loud. So his baby thought he was angry over such a trivial matter?
Mo Yinhe wanted to say he wasn’t angry but held back. He composed himself and said, "Alright, Baby, I’ll listen to you. I’m not upset anymore."
Si Mingjing secretly sighed in relief and stood up. "Then you get back to work. I’m heading back."
Mo Yinhe pulled her back, unwilling to let her leave. "You’re trying to make it up to just like that? You can’t even rember your husband’s birthday, so thoughtless of you. Do you know how disappointed I was today? Coax so more."
Mo Yinhe wanted to see how else she would try to appease him, his heart brimming with anticipation.
Si Mingjing was especially agreeable tonight. She felt that forgetting her husband’s birthday was a significant lapse, and she completely understood his displeasure. "Then how do you want to appease you? I’ll do whatever you say."
"Really? Anything?"
Si Mingjing nodded. "Anything."
Mo Yinhe imdiately felt a surge of energy, his entire being seemingly ignited with passion. He swept her into his arms and headed for the lounge. As they walked, he looked down at her, his eyes deep and intense. "Rember, you said this yourself. Tonight, I can do whatever I want. Mingjing, I want you to take the initiative, the more passionate the better. I want to see you transform into a temptress..."
Fengjue walked in with a docunt and glanced around, wondering where everyone in the office had gone.
Without probing into His Excellency’s whereabouts, Fengjue tactfully retreated.
He tid it and returned an hour later, but the office was still empty.
Fengjue had a pressing docunt that needed Mo Yinhe’s signature.
He waited another hour before entering again.
The office was still empty.
Fengjue glanced at the tightly closed lounge door, considered knocking, but ultimately left the office quietly. It seems His Excellency has gone to sleep.
Unexpectedly, half an hour later, Mo Yinhe erged from the lounge, refreshed from a shower and scented with shower gel. He sat down at his desk under the lamp and resud his work. He also pressed the intercom, asking Fengjue to bring him a cup of coffee to help him focus.
Fengjue entered with the coffee in one hand and the docunt in the other.
His Excellency has incredible stamina! Fengjue marveled internally. No, the Crown Princess Consort truly is a Divine Doctor. I wonder what kind of kidney tonics she usually gives His Excellency?
Si Mingjing didn’t erge from the lounge until after ten o’clock the next morning, lounging like a noble Ragdoll cat in the office’s reception area as she ate breakfast.
While eating, she checked her phone and noticed several new unread ssages in her inbox.
Upon opening one, her eyebrows imdiately furrowed.
Tapping her slender fingers on the table, she called out to the man engrossed in his work, "Husband, co here."
Mo Yinhe put down the docunt in his hands and walked over to her.
Si Mingjing pointed at the ssage on the holographic screen and looked up to question him, "Did you send this?" She had already abandoned her principles to appease him last night, and this man still sent her such a ssage?
Mo Yinhe glanced at the ssage. It read: "I absolutely have to press you into my embrace, fiercely... and even more fiercely... You owe this!"
Mo Yinhe’s gentle aura was instantly replaced by a surge of fury. His handso face turned stormy, and his voice went cold, "It wasn’t !" Who was this audacious person, sending such a ssage to his wife?
Si Mingjing raised an eyebrow. "Not you?"
Her expression also turned cold. Then who was making such declarations to her?
Infuriated by the ssage, Mo Yinhe examined the sender’s details, staring at the unfamiliar number. "I’ll find out who has such audacious nerve!"
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