My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 421: A Family of Seven, Daily Parent-Child Life! 2

Mo Yinhe loomed over him, his expression cold enough to freeze water. He grabbed the chubby toddler and warned with a chill, "If you continue to speak without restraint and show no regret, don’t think Daddy won’t spank you!"

The chubby toddler immediately stretched out his chubby little hands to protect his tiny bottom, gathering his resolve, preparing to unleash the classic ’cry, cause a ruckus, and make outrageous threats’ routine.

But before he could let out a single cry, Mo Yinhe cut him off, "If you dare to pull that ’cry, cause a ruckus, and make outrageous threats’ stunt with me, forget about ever touching the spaceship again."

The chubby toddler nearly failed to hold back his cry. His little hands no longer guarded his bottom but covered his mouth instead as he looked pitifully at Mo Yinhe.

"Daddy doesn’t love me anymore," the chubby toddler felt extremely aggrieved.

He just didn’t want to go to school. Going to school was just a waste of time; he wanted to focus on learning everything about spaceships. I just didn’t want to do crafts, sing, or learn that 1+1=2 in kindergarten. What’s the fun in that?

BOO HOO HOO...

The chubby toddler pouted, his eyes brimming with tears.

Mo Yinhe really wanted to get angry. But thinking about it, this child wasn’t ignorant; he was especially dedicated and hardworking when it came to his interests. They say children should be taught according to their aptitude. Not following the conventional educational path doesn’t mean a child will be ruined. My son doesn’t need a diploma either. He doesn’t need to go out and look for a job. He only needs to be my successor. If Little Shurong truly liked the aerospace industry, it would be fine to hand over the aerospace base to him to manage in the future.

"Alright, Daddy promises to have someone specifically teach you your school subjects from now on," Mo Yinhe decided to indulge his son, not with mindless favoritism but with a serious tone. "However, not going to kindergarten means your studies will be harder and more intense. Think about it: do you want a happy childhood, or to bury your head in study?"

The chubby toddler sniffed his little nose and announced excitedly, "Daddy, please torture me as much as you like!"

Mo Yinhe’s serious expression almost cracked.

He softened his gaze slightly, attempting to sound harsh, "This is your own choosing! Starting tomorrow, you’ll have no more childhood."

He put the chubby toddler down, expecting him to cry and beg for mercy, but instead, the toddler was ecstatic.

HAHAHA, I won’t have to waste time learning how to fold paper cranes or do paper-cutting crafts anymore. Nice!

"Daddy, this young master doesn’t want to go to school either."

Ye Nianbai scampered over, looking enviously at the chubby toddler.

"You can’t," Mo Yinhe rejected him with a cold face.

"Why not?"

"You haven’t found your own interests and hobbies yet."

Little Shurong has a clear goal, but Xiaobai doesn’t. And since he’s the Little Crown Prince of Atlantis, he can’t act as willfully as Little Shurong. I have high hopes for Xiaobai.

"I do have one!"

Ye Nianbai tilted his adorable, coolly charming face up and pointed at Si Mingjing, "This young master’s greatest interest and hobby is to spoil Jingjing!"

Mo Yinhe: "..."

"My sweet darling." Si Mingjing scooped Xiaobai up, loving his sweet talk.

Mo Yinhe snatched Xiaobai from Si Mingjing’s arms and tossed him aside with disdain, "That’s your daddy’s interest!"

That brat! Has he gotten addicted to stealing my lines?

The family of six and their interactions on the terrace made Little Xiangru in the fishbowl green with envy!

He darted around in the fishbowl, trying to attract Handsome Dad’s attention. Unfortunately, Mo Yinhe only had eyes for his wife; how could a fish compete?

A cat raised by Madame Ye was jumping about in the palace. When she saw the children return, she sauntered over with her feline gait. She then noticed the new decoration on the terrace: a beautiful, large fishbowl with a lovely Little Liyu inside.

"MEOW~~~"

The kitten jumped onto the fishbowl, eying Little Liyu inside with a predatory gaze.

Little Xiangru nearly wet himself in fright. "Oh, heavens! My heavens! HELP~~~"

Ye Nianbai, feeling a bit miffed at being ignored, spotted the kitten and then the new fishbowl on the terrace. He waddled over, tapping his small hand against the fishbowl as he stared at the terrified Little Xiangru inside with delighted surprise. "Oh, Little Liyu!"

Noticing that Little Liyu was very afraid of the kitten, Ye Nianbai promptly chased the kitten away.

Little Xiangru was scared out of his wits. "SOB SOB SOB! Thank you, brother! You must be my real brother! This fishy loves you to death!"

Gu Shurong also noticed the little fishbowl, smacked his lips excitedly as he leaned in, then sighed with regret, "Wow! Little Liyu. It’s a pity we can’t eat it."

On the Mu Continent, eating carp is a cultural taboo. Everyone, from childhood, is taught that carp must not be eaten.

Little Xiangru stared with horrified fish eyes. "This fishy has decided—you are NOT my brother! Humph!"

Sheng Liangliang and Yun Xiaosu walked over hand in hand, their eyes wide with childlike curiosity as they fixated on Little Liyu, missing Little Xiangru’s cries. "Sisters! Sisters! This fishy must be your older brother! Call me Third Brother!"

All four little ones showed off their cute little Dragon Horns, which protruded from their foreheads without any attempt to hide them. The shiny, sparkling horns made Little Xiangru practically die of envy.

"Once this fishy leaps through the Dragon Sect, I’ll be able to do it too, and I’ll have little Dragon Horns! I’m not envious. Not one bit!"

Mo Yinhe, with an arm around Si Mingjing’s waist, approached the fishbowl and asked, "Did you buy it?"

"No, this Little Liyu was caught stealing Dragon Algae at Longzao Base by the breeders. Madame Duanmu said it was to help me improve my health, but the little fellow is too cute; I couldn’t bear to eat it, so I’m keeping it as a pet to look at."

"It is very cute."

Mo Yinhe took one glance and liked it, blurting out without thinking, "Like you."

"Like me?" Si Mingjing raised an eyebrow. "Do I resemble a fish that much?"

Mo Yinhe was at a loss for words. "..."

His devilish black eyes narrowed slightly, and after thinking for a while, he laughed, "My brain must have glitched. But it is indeed very cute."

Looking at this Little Liyu, something in his heart unexpectedly softened.

But Si Mingjing wasn’t about to let his slip pass. Her arms encircled his neck, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Tell me, how is it like me?"

Si Mingjing’s heart pounded. Had he remembered something?

Mo Yinhe’s smile faded at her words. He lowered his head to kiss her face, placating her, "Mingjing, I was wrong; it was a slip of the tongue. Don’t be mad."

He didn’t know what had come over him to suddenly utter such an off-key remark. How could a Little Liyu possibly resemble his Mingjing? He laughed softly.

Yet Si Mingjing relentlessly pursued the matter, longing for him to remember something, maybe something about how to help her leap through the Dragon Sect.

She coquettishly fluttered her eyelashes, with a hint of threat, "No, you need to think harder. How is it like me? If you can’t remember, we’re sleeping in separate rooms tonight!"