My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 292: Mo Yinhe Got Tricked Out of Ten Billion by Wu Bao! 1

"Gu Shurong, stop fooling around and practice shooting with me properly, or I’ll whip you myself."

Ye Jingzhe snatched the whip from the shooting instructor’s hand and, with a chilling coldness, cracked it twice on the ground.

His aura was both cold and intimidating.

Gu Shurong’s little backside tightened, and he was instantly cowed.

He replied meekly, "Oh."

Ye Jingzhe said politely to the shooting instructor, "Teacher, please continue the class."

The shooting instructor was so intimidated by Ye Jingzhe’s cold demeanor that he didn’t even reprimand him for his audacity in snatching the whip.

After glaring at Gu Shurong, the shooting instructor resumed teaching.

Ye Jingzhe pulled Gu Shurong over to practice with him, even standing behind Gu Shurong to personally instruct him on hitting the targets.

Ye Jingzhe had learned this long ago.

He attended shooting class these days merely to review what he already knew.

Gu Shurong had a restless nature and lacked the patience to aim at the target. His mind was preoccupied with the meat he had brought from home for Ye Jingzhe, which would get cold if not eaten soon!

Gu Shurong was chubby, his face full of soft, pale baby fat.

Ye Jingzhe, however, was a thin child; his family probably didn’t allow him to eat much.

Gu Shurong felt sorry for his Boss. He always wanted to fatten Boss up to be plump and pale like himself—good brothers should get fat together!

"Boss, can this prince not learn this?"

CRACK!

Ye Jingzhe wielded the whip, striking the ground hard again. Dust flew, and Gu Shurong, thoroughly scared, was as jumpy as a startled bird.

Boohoo, Boss is too brutal! This prince is scared!

"Boss, the meat this prince brought is really fragrant and not greasy at all. Don’t you want to try some now?"

CRACK! Another lash of the whip.

Even though it hadn’t struck Gu Shurong, he still felt the pain.

Boohoo, this prince has such poor judgment. I chose the wrong Boss!

Help me!

By the end of the class, Gu Shurong finally hit the target. His best shot, however, only struck the outermost ring.

But this was definitely a historic leap forward!

Gu Shurong was incredibly smug, wanting to praise himself to the heavens.

"Oh my heavens! This prince actually hit the outermost ring! This prince is only five after the New Year and is already so amazing! What will the future hold? A little genius like this prince truly comes once in a century!"

The shooting instructor couldn’t bear to listen any longer. He put a large X on Gu Shurong’s score sheet and then stormed off, exasperated.

Ye Jingzhe, on the contrary, quite liked Gu Shurong’s chattering.

From a young age, Ye Jingzhe had been trained to observe silence during meals and rest. Every word and action had to conform to the standards expected of a future Dragon Clan heir.

But he was, after all, just a five-year-old child, his childlike innocence still intact.

Unable to let loose himself, he rather enjoyed watching this boy, Gu Shurong, do so.

So, the indifferent Little Bingshan allowed Gu Shurong, this enthusiastic little volcano, to pull him into the storage room where they kept their schoolbags.

The little volcano took a small lunch box from his schoolbag. Inside was braised pork. He picked up a piece and, offering it to Ye Jingzhe like a treasure, said, "Boss, eat some meat!"

Ye Jingzhe instinctively glanced left and right. Confirming no one was around, he then opened his small mouth.

He ate elegantly, chewing slowly and deliberately.

Beside him, Gu Shurong also stuffed a piece into his own mouth. As for his eating manners... they weren’t nearly as elegant. Oil smeared his mouth as he munched noisily.

"Boss, have another piece! Tomorrow, this prince will bring you steamed pork with rice flour. It’s also super tasty! Boss, what else do you want to eat?"

Ye Jingzhe asked in a low, stern voice, "Did you buy tickets to the Interstellar Competitive Championship in my name?"

"SHHH—"

Gu Shurong immediately picked up another piece of braised pork and stuffed it into Ye Jingzhe’s mouth. "Boss, keep it a secret for this prince!"

"It’s already been discovered!"

"Who?" Gu Shurong immediately puffed out his chubby little chest, hands on his hips, looking extremely fierce.

"I don’t know."

Ye Jingzhe continued to eat slowly and deliberately. After finishing the braised pork in his mouth, he lightly pursed his thin lower lip.

"Some overconfident person thought I bought them and even wants to send me infield VIP tickets. You need to be careful. How are you going to get there? It’s so far."

Gu Shurong confidently patted his small chest. "This prince will go by submarine!"

By throwing all sorts of tantrums at home—raising a fuss, threatening, and feigning desperation—he had successfully acquired a submarine.

Though Gu Shurong ranked last in every school subject, if he was interested in learning something, he picked it up incredibly fast!

This five-year-old child could already operate a submarine, pilot a spacecraft, and handle all sorts of vehicles.

He wasn’t planning to just watch the competition, oh no. He wanted to participate!

There’s a spot for him on the champion team of this Mu Continent’s national Interstellar Competitive Championship! It’s just that no one knows it’s this prince!

"Be careful you don’t get your backside spanked raw."

"Anyway, this prince’s little backside is nice and fleshy. If you don’t believe me, Boss, take a look!"

Gu Shurong stuck out his little backside. A crack appeared on Ye Jingzhe’s usually unflappable, ice-cold expression.

He really didn’t want to look at Gu Shurong’s little backside! Though it was, indeed, quite chubby.

「On the other side」

Fengjue was reporting to Mo Yinhe again.

"Your Excellency, Ye Jingzhe’s assistant rejected our offer of infield VIP tickets and then blocked me."

Mo Yinhe looked at Fengjue in disbelief.

"Has your efficiency dropped this much?"

Is it time to replace my Head Guard? Mo Yinhe wondered. My Head Guard should be perfectly capable of handling tasks requiring the skills of a bodyguard, assistant, and more. How could he fail a task given to him? Could it be because he took that scar-removing medicine Mingjing prescribed, became handsome, and now all his attention is on chasing girls?

Fengjue was utterly speechless.

Your Excellency, I’ve been wronged! It’s truly because the other party is too difficult to deal with, not my fault at all! Even though quite a few girls have been actively pursuing me lately, I am absolutely dedicated to my work! You can insult my looks, but you cannot insult my professionalism!

Mo Yinhe, not wanting to look at Fengjue any longer, said, "Give me the phone number. I’ll handle this personally."

Fengjue found Ye Jingzhe’s phone number.

Fengjue had initially tried to contact Ye Jingzhe himself but was blocked immediately. He then managed to contact Ye Jingzhe’s assistant, only to be blocked by the assistant as well.

After entering the number, Mo Yinhe made the call.

Ye Jingzhe, who was currently being fed braised pork by Gu Shurong, frowned slightly when his phone rang.

Seeing it was an unknown number from Atlantis, he hung up immediately without answering.

He had never left the Mu Continent; such international calls were, in his experience, either scams or spam.

Mo Yinhe’s expression darkened. He hung up on me?

Determined to get the necklace for Mingjing, he patiently dialed the number again.

But he was hung up on again!

Mo Yinhe was furious.

Mo Yinhe’s face was taut with anger. Swallowing his pride, he dialed for the third time.

Ye Jingzhe was about to hang up again when Gu Shurong piped up, "Boss, who’s calling? Why aren’t you answering? If you don’t want to, this prince can answer for you!"

"A scam call," Ye Jingzhe stated coldly.

"What? A scammer dares to harass you, Boss? Just wait, this prince will teach them a good lesson!"