My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 272 The Demon King’s Jealousy Strikes Again! 1

"Jingjing, I have another piece of good news. Susu is this young master’s biological little sister, you know, just like Liangliang. They’re both my real family. This young master now has two little sisters!"

"How did she become your real sister?"

Ye Nianbai vividly described to Si Mingjing how Yun Xiaosu also had a pair of Dragon Horns on her head, and they even did a paternity test with Dad. The result confirmed they were related.

Si Mingjing’s phoenix eyes lifted slightly, in disbelief.

Xiao Susu is also a little dragon cub? Good heavens, she’s encountered another of her kind?

"Xiaobai, where’s your dad?"

Ye Nianbai pointed towards the balcony. "Dad is playing with my sister; he asked this young master to keep Jingjing company."

Mo Yinhe let his two daughters have their way with him. Sheng Liangliang, holding a rubber band, tied Mo Yinhe’s hair into two pigtails that stuck straight up, which she thought looked amazing.

She used to tie her uncle’s hair into pigtails like this too.

Yinhe suddenly felt that Sheng Liuyun didn’t have it easy either.

Yun Xiaosu drew a blue dragon on Mo Yinhe’s left arm and a white tiger on his right, making him look like the spitting image of a gangster.

Then, Mo Yinhe brought his two daughters inside.

Seeing Mo Yinhe enter the room with two pigtails sticking straight up, a blue dragon on his left arm and a white tiger on his right, creating a stark contrast to his noble and majestic image, Si Mingjing couldn’t control her laughter.

"PFFT!"

Si Mingjing sat on the bed, laughing uncontrollably.

Mo Yinhe himself laughed as well.

He walked up to the bed. "Did you sleep well?"

"I’m a bit thirsty."

Mo Yinhe handed her the glass of lemon honey water he had already prepared and placed on the bedside table.

"Take a sip to moisten your throat. Your voice is hoarse."

Si Mingjing’s voice was indeed a little hoarse.

That was because on the plane, he had been too intense, and she couldn’t suppress her own sounds.

Thinking of this, Si Mingjing swallowed hard. Suddenly, her mouth felt dry and her tongue parched.

She drank most of the honey water and changed the subject to alleviate her embarrassment, "How long did I sleep?"

Mo Yinhe looked down at her. "Three days and three nights."

Si Mingjing was speechless.

Si Mingjing didn’t believe it. "Are you really that capable?"

Mo Yinhe’s expression changed. If the three children hadn’t been present, he would have demonstrated it to her on the spot.

"I’ll remember this!" Mo Yinhe’s voice turned menacing.

Si Mingjing shrank back subconsciously, startled.

Her legs felt faintly uncomfortable.

Thinking of the intimate things that had happened between them, Si Mingjing wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into out of embarrassment.

"Take Xiaobai out. I need to freshen up."

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"I suddenly have a craving for durian mille-feuille cake."

Mo Yinhe frowned slightly, an instinctive aversion to durian. But then his brow relaxed out of love for her—she still enjoyed this particular treat.

"I’ll have someone make it for you."

Mo Yinhe carried his son out.

Sheng Liangliang and Yun Xiaosu, however, did not leave.

They followed Si Mingjing to the washroom.

The two little girls were incredibly considerate.

One squeezed toothpaste for Si Mingjing while the other handed her a towel. They wanted to pamper their mom, hoping she would quickly remember they were her little treasures.

Si Mingjing was pleasantly surprised.

"Liangliang, I can do it myself. You two go play."

"But Daddy told us to look after Big Sister. Daddy said Big Sister will be Liangliang’s mom in the future. If Big Sister doesn’t like Liangliang, then Liangliang will be a child without a mother’s love."

Sheng Liangliang, ever so clever, had a ready excuse.

"Don’t listen to your dad’s nonsense."

"Then can I call you Jingjing like my brother does?"

"Of course, you can."

"Jingjing, Liangliang likes you so much! Liangliang wants to be Jingjing’s little cotton-padded jacket in the future! Will Jingjing be Liangliang’s mom?"

Sheng Liangliang immediately hugged Si Mingjing’s thigh, overjoyed that she finally had a mom.

Boo hoo, it’s a pity Mom has amnesia; she doesn’t even know I’m her little cotton-padded jacket and thinks she’s just a stepmother. But a stepmother is still a mom, and Liangliang really wants to call her Mom.

Uh...

Si Mingjing was stumped by the question. She would most likely be the stepmother to these three children in the future.

Yun Xiaosu, not to be outdone, hugged Si Mingjing’s other leg. "I want to call you Jingjing too! Does Jingjing like Susu? Jingjing will be Susu’s mom, right?"

"Do you want me to be your mom?"

"We’d love that!"

"We’d super love that!"

Si Mingjing reached out and touched the two children’s faces, her voice full of affection. "I like you guys too."

Si Mingjing brushed her teeth, washed her face, changed into a light chiffon long dress, and put on a thin knitted cardigan over it, letting her long hair drape casually.

She looked elegant and charming, exceptionally mesmerizing.

She seldom wore such feminine clothes, and the dress made her face flush like a peach blossom, her eyes and brows exuding an exquisite, innocent charm.

"This dress is especially pretty."

Mo Yinhe, sitting in the dining room, was pleasantly surprised as he watched her walk in gracefully with the two children. He generously praised her, "Mingjing, dresses suit you. Wear them more often. I like it!"

"Are you saying I didn’t look good before?"

She usually liked to wear jeans and harem pants, but she wore a skirt today because her legs felt a bit uncomfortable.

Mo Yinhe said, "Mingjing looks good in anything!"

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; to him, his Mingjing was beautiful in anything she wore.

That answer earned him full marks.

Si Mingjing led the two children to sit down, her gaze falling on the durian mille-feuille cake on the dining table, its rich aroma wafting through the air.

She cut a small piece and put it in her mouth. The durian cake was fragrant and silky smooth. "This tastes good, delicious," she said.

Si Mingjing divided the cake into four portions.

One for Liangliang, one for Susu, one for Xiaobai, and one for herself. She then asked Mo Yinhe, "Do you want to try some?"

"Jingjing, Daddy doesn’t eat durian, you know. This young master loves it; this young master wants Jingjing to feed him."

"Your daddy eats it."

Once, she thought he detested it and had even deliberately placed durians in every part of the small villa, hoping he would be put off and retreat. However, it didn’t drive him away at all.

"Daddy really doesn’t eat it, you know!"

But the next second, Mo Yinhe opened his mouth and took a bite of the durian mille-feuille cake.

Si Mingjing’s lips curved slightly. "See, isn’t your dad eating it?"

Ye Nianbai grumbled, not mincing his words, "Dad definitely won’t chew it slowly. He’ll surely force himself to swallow it down while fighting nausea. Just watch, Jingjing."

Mo Yinhe, who was just about to swallow, paused.

This little rascal is really asking for it!

Si Mingjing propped her chin on one hand, staring at Mo Yinhe’s handsome face and his sensual thin lips.

Mo Yinhe fought back the urge to gag. He chewed slowly, adhering to the dining etiquette of a centuries-old prestigious family. After finishing, he maintained a composed expression and even remarked with an air of enjoyment, "The taste is indeed quite good."

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Ye Nianbai looked at his dad sympathetically, suddenly feeling quite sorry for him; Dad had to work so hard to please his wife-to-be. This young master doesn’t need to try so hard! Jingjing is this young master’s mom; she’ll never abandon this young master! This young master is already coasting to victory in Rome!