"I can do it now," he added.
Mo Yinhe put down his chopsticks and began to unbutton his shirt, one by one, revealing his sensual collarbone and milky-white skin.
Si Mingjing, who was eating a stead bun, almost bit her tongue. She quickly said, "I don’t have ti now. After breakfast, I need to take Xiaobai to school, and I have other things to do this morning. I’ll co back and give you the acupuncture treatnt after I’m finished."
Mo Yinhe paused his undressing, a hint of disappointnt in his eyes. "Alright. I’ll wait for you to co ho."
The words "co ho," though simple, resonated with the romantic implication of a husband waiting for his wife when spoken in his magnetic voice.
Si Mingjing’s scalp prickled. She resolutely focused on her food, pretending not to understand the deeper aning in his words.
Ye Nianbai, having finished his al, casually slung his small backpack over one shoulder. "Jingjing, let’s go!"
Si Mingjing had also finished eating.
She couldn’t wait to make her escape.
But just as they got into the car and were about to close the door, a long, well-defined leg suddenly stepped inside.
Si Mingjing’s eye twitched.
Ye Nianbai’s face, however, lit up with pleasant surprise. "Dad, are you going to take to school?"
"Mm."
Mo Yinhe settled into the car, pulled the door shut with a decisive THUD, and sat beside Si Mingjing, his presence tall and debonair.
"Dad, this is the first ti you’re taking to school!" Ye Nianbai exclaid, overjoyed.
"I’ve never taken you to school?" Mo Yinhe’s voice held a note of affronted authority.
To be told he’d never taken his son to school, especially in front of the boy, was tantamount to an accusation of neglecting his fatherly duties.
It’s often said that daughters are like cozy, padded jackets to their fathers, while sons are more like drafty ones. Ye Nianbai was no exception. "Not only have you never taken to school, Dad, you don’t even go to parent-teacher conferences! Third Uncle always goes instead."
Mo Yinhe fell silent.
Parent-teacher conferences for kindergarten? What’s the point? Mo Yinhe thought, his expression turning stern as he said nothing more.
The image of a derelict dad was now firmly set.
Ye Nianbai humd happily all the way to the kindergarten, practically skipping with pride.
After getting out of the car, he took Mo Yinhe’s hand with his left and Si Mingjing’s with his right, practically floating towards his classroom.
To any onlooker, they looked just like a couple dropping their son off at school—a perfect picture.
Once Ye Nianbai was inside his classroom, Si Mingjing tried to beat a hasty retreat.
But Mo Yinhe, with his long legs and equally long arms, caught her by the shoulder. "Where are you off to? I’ll give you a ride."
"There’s no need, thank you."
Mo Yinhe, however, wouldn’t take no for an answer and practically bundled her into the car.
Frustrated, Si Mingjing gave the Su family’s address.
She had promised Xie Changyuan the previous night that she would treat his illness.
The prescription was already written. One of the Chinese dicinal ingredients listed was powdered Yellow Pine bark—sothing only she possessed in the entire world.
The Su family’s villa was situated within the First Ring, an area where land was incredibly precious. Two stone lions flanked the grand entrance of the mansion, and the gate bore the gilded na: Su Residence.
Younger generations might not appreciate such a traditional, imposing style, but Old Master Su certainly did. He had spent a considerable sum on those two stone lions.
Old Master Su often said that the stone lions guarded their ho, ensuring the Su family would continue to thrive and prosper.
After Si Mingjing stepped out of the car, Mo Yinhe leaned back against the seat, looking both lazy and distinguished. "I’ll wait for you."
"You don’t have to. I might be in there for quite so ti. Mr. Mo, you’re a very busy man; I shouldn’t take up more of your ti."
Mo Yinhe smiled, casually stretching out his long legs. He took out a book, flipped through a couple of pages, and then said, "It’s alright. I have plenty of ti."
Si Mingjing was speechless.
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