My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 372: Low-key Showing Off Affection? Mr. Mo Regrets Not Being High-profile Enough! 1

On the day of departure, Mo Yinhe called the kindergarten to request leave for the three children. They would all return to A Country with him and Si Mingjing, much to the children’s ecstasy.

The plane landed at the Ye Family’s private airstrip. As soon as they disembarked, Ye Nianbai took Gu Shurong by the hand and said, "Little Bro, this is our home too."

Gu Shurong rolled his eyes. "You’re the noob, little bro!"

Forget it. Since I’ve been kidnapped, I might as well enjoy myself!

My uncle called and told me he’s also in A Country. As soon as I meet him, I can skedaddle and go back to feed Big Bro some meat!

Gu Changbin had come to A Country in search of Yun Yin.

Yun Yin had said that someone had prevented his sister’s nirvanic rebirth, which ultimately led to the death of Si Yao, his sister’s mother. With such an investigation underway, how could Gu Changbin not be involved?

Yun Yin also mentioned that if they found the mastermind, they could bring his sister back to the Mu Continent, as the mastermind was likely from there. This piqued Gu Changbin’s interest even more.

After returning to the Ye Family estate and settling in, Mo Yinhe led the four children to the villa where Ye Qinghan lived.

The Ye family members all resided on the Ye Family estate, just not in the same villa.

Scattered throughout the Ye Family estate were more than a dozen villas, separated by ingeniously landscaped forests and gardens. In front of Ye Qinghan’s villa lay a lovely artificial lake.

They followed the path along the artificial lake to the villa. Upon entering the living room, they saw Ye Qinghan changing a diaper.

A noticeable wet spot stained Ye Qinghan’s trousers. It wasn’t hard to guess that his son had peed on him, but Ye Qinghan didn’t seem to mind at all. After changing his son’s diaper, he held him close and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Uncle, the Young Master is back!"

Ye Nianbai eagerly scuttled over to see the baby, his coolly cute voice not forgetting to boast, "Uncle, the Young Master now has two sisters and a brother! I’m the boss now!"

"Where did you get a brother from..." Ye Qinghan’s voice trailed off.

He looked up and saw Mo Yinhe, dressed in a well-tailored suit, holding a chubby, fair-skinned boy who resembled a little steamed bun. Ye Qinghan paused.

Mo Yinhe approached, carrying Gu Shurong. His expression was composed as he said, "Call him Uncle. After you call him Uncle, you’ll get a red envelope."

A red envelope for me?

Gu Shurong’s eyes lit up, his voice crisp. "Uncle."

"Don’t tell me this is really your son?" Ye Qinghan gaped.

Mo Yinhe laughed heartily. "Remember to give my son a red envelope. I gave your son ten thousand when he was born. Apart from Xiaobai, you haven’t given a birth red envelope for any of my other children. It’s not too late to give one now that he’s calling you Uncle."

Ye Qinghan was skeptical. This was grossly unfair! In the future, during holidays, Mo Yinhe would only need to give one red envelope to his family, while he would have to give back four!

Ye Qinghan grumbled internally, "Are you really working this hard just for a little red envelope money? How are your kidneys holding up?"

Knowing Ye Qinghan wasn’t convinced, Mo Yinhe said to the little chubby boy, "Son, show your little Dragon Horns to Uncle. After he’s seen them, hold out your hand for a red envelope."

Gu Shurong took the matter of getting a red envelope very seriously.

Suddenly, two shiny, round little Dragon Horns sprouted on the little chubby boy’s forehead.

Ye Qinghan took one look and burst into laughter.

"Your son could use a diet!"

Even the sprouted Dragon Horns were round and plump, like two small balls.

Gu Shurong was not pleased. With his hands on his hips, he retorted, "So what if I’m fat? I’m fat and strong!"

Ye Qinghan stopped laughing. He went upstairs, found a red envelope, and stuffed ten thousand yuan into it as a welcoming gift for the child.

The little chubby boy happily tore open the red envelope. Upon inspecting its contents, his little face contorted with indignation as he said, "Dad, this uncle is tricking this baby! This isn’t proper money!"

The little chubby boy was only familiar with the currency of the Undersea World.

What Ye Qinghan had given him was A Country’s currency, which he didn’t recognize.

The little chubby boy looked thoroughly displeased.

Mo Yinhe ruffled his hair. "You can spend it in A Country."

"OOOOH!"

The little chubby boy immediately pocketed it with glee, his words turning exceptionally sweet. "Thank you, Uncle, but this baby is not going on a diet!"

This baby wants to eat meat!

At that moment, Yan Zhenxi walked out of the dining room.

Seeing Si Mingjing, she greeted her warmly.

"Mingjing, you’ve finally arrived! I’ve had lunch ready for a while, just waiting for you all so we can start. Are all these children Brother Yinhe’s? Si Yuan told me, and I could hardly believe it."

Si Mingjing walked over and exchanged pleasantries with Yan Zhenxi.

"That child," Si Mingjing said, pointing at Gu Shurong, "is the one I mentioned to you before, the one with type 1 diabetes. He’s recovered now."

Yan Zhenxi said, "Mingjing, you’re truly amazing to have accomplished this! When you insisted on going to Mengcheng, you had me worried sick for days. It wasn’t until Boss Chen called Qinghan to say that you had not only entered the tomb and retrieved the Dragon Algae but had also become the new City Lord of Mengcheng, that my anxious heart finally settled."

Si Mingjing replied, "Thank you for worrying about me."

"You must all be hungry after such a long flight. Go wash your hands, and let’s gather in the living room for dinner."

Yan Zhenxi ushered them in and then asked the butler to invite her parents-in-law.

When Ye Shiting and his wife arrived, the others had already taken their seats.

A row of four children sat at the dinner table. Each child had two sparkling, adorably cute little Dragon Horns protruding from their foreheads, looking incredibly charming.

Ye Shiting took his place at the head of the table, sat down, and asked his nephew Mo Yinhe, his voice laced with disbelief, "Are they all yours?"

Mo Yinhe adjusted his collar, leisurely raised his wine glass, and took a light sip. The implication was self-evident.

Sitting opposite Mo Yinhe, Ye Qinghan wished he could kick the show-off out of the Milky Way.

Yan Zhenxi kept her head down, not daring to look up, terrified that her parents-in-law might suddenly get the urge to ask her to have a second child.

Luckily, Ye Shiting changed the subject.

His gaze fell upon Si Mingjing, and he asked, "I heard you cured someone with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis in Yecheng. The Minister of Health from A Country has called me several times. They want you to become the image ambassador for the younger generation of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in A Country and are planning a major promotional campaign for you. Are you interested?"

Si Mingjing said, "Academician Zhou also mentioned this to me. I feel I’m still too young, and high profile attracts trouble."

Her high profile from giving lectures in Yecheng, for instance, had already attracted challenges.

She wasn’t afraid of challenges, but Academician Zhou and Mo Yinhe were right. She couldn’t guarantee she could cure every disease, and it was better to keep a low profile.

She hadn’t expected that after her refusal, A Country’s Ministry of Health would actually contact Mo Yinhe’s uncle.

"As the proverb says, ’A tall tree catches the wind.’ Your concerns are valid."

Since that was the case, Ye Shiting decided not to press the matter further.

Ye Shiting greatly admired his niece-in-law. She was not only skilled in medicine but also intelligent and astute. Most importantly, she remained unfazed by honor or disgrace and could maintain a remarkable composure, a truly difficult feat.

Many young people, upon achieving overnight fame, lose their bearings and eventually suffer a great fall.

The more dazzling their previous success, the more tragic their downfall.