novelraw Chapter 444: Mo Yinhe Supports His Son Ye Jingzhe 1
Chapter 444: Mo Yinhe Supports His Son Ye Jingzhe 1
On the other side, by the entrance of a certain school, a submarine was stationed.
Mo Yinhe sat leisurely inside the submarine, his long legs stretched out, the very picture of patience.
Fengjue sat beside him, idly scrolling through trending topics on social media.
"Sir, the trending topics are currently filled with gossip about the Second Young Lady and Crown Prince Lisao. Do we need to address it?"
With his eyes closed as if resting, Mo Yinhe responded indolently, "A trending topic about Si Lisao fawning over my sister? What’s there to address?"
Fengjue, surprised, asked, "Aren’t you opposed to the Second Young Lady and Crown Prince Lisao being together?"
"So what if I am? Don’t you think it’s rather delightful to have a suitor like Si Lisao by Si Yuan’s side? This will only elevate Si Yuan’s status. As long as it’s managed properly, she’ll become famous and be the most sought-after girl in the entire Undersea International Community." What exceptional girl doesn’t have a few suitors? As to whether he approved or not, that was a separate issue. Mo Yinhe was very clear on this distinction.
With discreet attention, Fengjue cautiously ventured, "Sir, surely you aren’t intentionally trying to matchmake the Second Princess and Crown Prince Lisao?"
Mo Yinhe arched a long, slanted eyebrow, his cold gaze sweeping over Fengjue. "What nonsense are you dreaming up?"
Fengjue fell silent, though he thought to himself: Isn’t this behavior basically condoning it? He says Crown Prince Lisao isn’t good enough, yet he tacitly allows him to pursue the Second Princess. Last night, he let the Second Princess sneak out for a midnight rendezvous with Crown Prince Lisao, and today he’s letting these trending topics fly everywhere. If this isn’t condoning it, what is?
"Sir, you still dote on the Second Princess the most. You know she fancies Crown Prince Lisao, so even if you can’t stand him, you’re willing to give him a chance to prove himself."
Mo Yinhe snorted coldly, clearly done with the topic. "Why are you so talkative? If you’ve got nothing better to do, go swim a few laps around this city and then come back!"
Swim a few laps around this city? Would he even make it back alive?
Fengjue quickly changed the subject. "Crown Prince, I’ve thoroughly investigated this time. Ye Jingzhe is at this school!"
"He’s a teacher?"
Mo Yinhe looked up at the school’s main gate; it was an elite academy.
Little Shurong used to attend this school. So, Ye Jingzhe was Little Shurong’s teacher?
Fengjue shook his head and was about to speak when the school gates suddenly burst open, and children streamed out like a swarm of bees.
Among them, one boy immediately caught the eye. Dressed entirely in black, he had a cold aura. He seemed about the same age as the chubby child, yet he exuded an intense, oppressive feeling.
Mo Yinhe’s gaze involuntarily fixed on the little boy.
The child was breathtakingly beautiful. His star-like eyes were pitch-black, and his features were so refined they seemed like a creator’s fresh masterpiece. A high, straight nose, a perfectly sculpted chin, and those milky-white cheeks—even before reaching adulthood, he possessed the makings of a devastating heartbreaker.
Not only was the little boy strikingly handsome with an astonishing presence, but his perceptiveness also far surpassed that of an average child.
As if sensing Mo Yinhe’s scrutiny, Ye Jingzhe suddenly looked up, his cold gaze sweeping towards Mo Yinhe’s submarine. Mo Yinhe couldn’t help but let out a whistle.
At that moment, Fengjue pointed at Ye Jingzhe. "Sir, that’s him."
"What?"
"That little boy is Ye Jingzhe."
Mo Yinhe’s expression was one of utter shock; this was completely unexpected. "Ye Jingzhe is a child?"
Just then, several guards approached Ye Jingzhe, surrounding him like honored royalty, preparing to lead him to a submarine.
Fengjue affirmed repeatedly, "It’s absolutely true. I checked twice. This child is the most esteemed young master of the Hua Family from the Mu Continent. The Hua Family treasures him immensely. It took me a long time to discover that Ye Jingzhe is, in fact, a child."
Mo Yinhe abruptly pushed open the glass canopy of the submarine, leaped out, and stepped onto the ground.
"Ye Jingzhe," Mo Yinhe called out, intentionally raising his voice.
Hearing his name, Ye Jingzhe instinctively turned and glanced at Mo Yinhe.
His cold gaze was like a Little Bingshan.
Mo Yinhe’s eyebrow twitched. He strolled casually towards Ye Jingzhe and looked down at the exquisitely beautiful yet imposing child. "You’re Ye Jingzhe?"
Ye Jingzhe, a small backpack on his shoulders, tilted his head up to look at Mo Yinhe, his expression cool and unnaturally mature for his age. "Who are you?"
"I’m Gu Shurong’s father."
Mo Yinhe introduced himself and reached out, intending to pick Ye Jingzhe up. However, Ye Jingzhe’s guards immediately stepped in front of Mo Yinhe, blocking his approach.
The guards watched Ye Jingzhe closely, their eyes fixed fiercely on Mo Yinhe. They recognized Mo Yinhe but didn’t back down an inch.
The iciness in Ye Jingzhe’s cool expression seemed to thaw, replaced by a flicker of longing.
The little fellow gestured for the guards to stand down, his voice tinged with an almost imperceptible envy. "Are you really Shurong’s dad?"
"You don’t believe me?"
Mo Yinhe fiddled with his ring-shaped phone and made a video call.
Soon, the little chubby child’s round, fair, and tender face appeared on the virtual holographic screen.
"Hello? Daddy! Wow, Big Brother!"
A small, delighted, milky voice chirped from the video call.
Seeing Gu Shurong on the screen, Ye Jingzhe huffed heavily, his voice deep and chilly. "I’m not your Big Brother!"
Having run wild outside for so long without even thinking of returning to the Mu Continent, Ye Jingzhe was angry and had no desire to speak to Gu Shurong.
"Big Brother! Big Brother! Without me around, are you not getting any meat to eat? Big Brother, you’ve gotten thinner! My heart aches for you!"
Gu Shurong’s words were incredibly sweet, but they failed to appease Ye Jingzhe.
Ye Jingzhe maintained his exquisitely carved, ice-mountain-like face, his voice stiff. "I hadn’t noticed. I thought you’d forgotten me!"
"How could I? I think about you every day! I dream about you every night! In my dreams, I’m always feeding Big Brother meat!"
That’s more like it!
Ye Jingzhe couldn’t bring himself to stay angry with Gu Shurong. He simply asked, "When are you coming back?"
"My daddy won’t let me go back, yo."
The little chubby child was troubled too.
He had found his parents but lost his Big Brother; the little chubby child felt so conflicted.
Ye Jingzhe tilted his small head, looking at the equally imposing Mo Yinhe, and felt that this tall, elegant man had a remarkable presence. "Is he your father?"
"Yeah! My daddy and mommy both went to the Mu Continent, oh, but they wouldn’t take me! I’m going crazy with anger! I’ve decided to go on a hunger strike!"
Although he hadn’t acted on it yet, this was a very serious protest indeed!
Ye Jingzhe knew Gu Shurong couldn’t go a day without meat; making him go on a hunger strike would truly be hard on him. Besides, Ye Jingzhe couldn’t bear it either, so he forgave him. "Forget it. Now that you have your daddy and mommy, of course, you should stay with them. After all, they’re more important than me."